Chapter Seven
"Now you," Tony's eyes looked up. "Fuck me, DJ. Give me your cock, baby."
DJ couldn't quite believe his ears yet wasn't about to argue. "Get down on your back, Tone," his voice was husky, his excited cock ramrod straight and dripping with liquid desire.
Tony looked huge, lying there, his knees bent, his wet asshole dribbling Juan's cum.
DJ wasted no time coating his love muscle with oil, then sliding down between Tony's hairy thighs. He didn't immediately enter his ass, but instead angled his body to make his hardon rub and nuzzle Tony's overheated monster. Tony moaned, looking up into DJ's sweet face.
"Get ready for some LOVE," DJ smiled, blowing air across Tony's enormous nipples. They reared-up and bloated through the chest hair, loving the attention.
"Yeah," Tony whispered, "make love to me DJ--like Juan done."
"I want to kiss you first," DJ leaned down further.
Tony moaned, those big Italian lips parting, his pink tongue washing DJ's. He took in half of DJ's face, licking, sliding his mouth over every part of the boy's handsome features.
"This ain't about fucking your ass, Tone," DJ whispered into his green eyes. "It's all about love, dude."
"Oh yeah--oh yeah," Tony said, his deep voice thick with feeling. "Love me, Deej-- be my big brother, buddy."
Still kissing, DJ raised his hips and searched around to find his hard cock and Tony's wet hole.
The huge Italian groaned into DJ's open mouth. The blond gymnast's eight-inches burrowed and were almost suctioned, clamped in place by Tony's tight love tunnel.