A Friendly Little Texas Poker GameChapter 4
Time passed. We must have dozed, Gary atop me and inside me. I awoke to the sound of snoring. I was still on my back, Gary still firmly inside me, with the semi-standard early morning erection that most of the men I have waken up with seem to have. I could tell the snoring wasn't coming from Gary, but all I could see was his face and the ceiling. I began to rhythmically contract my muscles around his penis, and he responded in his sleep. I alternated contracting and thrusting, and he began...