“A raffle. with a scorching award”, whispered Tim, his dark eyes glowing under the eyebrows of Arabian features. Alex, leaning back on the pillow with his surfer torso, laughed: “What if I lose?”. Gabriel, rubbing his shaved head with irony, added: “You lose this”, pointing to the buttocks, rounded under the sweatpants. Luck chose Alex. “Rule number one”, murmured Tim, “the Top commands. but we like”. Alex, accustomed to dominating football fields, discovered another kind of strength. Gabriel, kneeling in front of him, unbuttoned his jeans with his teeth while Tim, from behind, traced spirals on his back with his tongue. “Tell him what you want”, challenged Tim, biting his ear. “Gabriel. open that mouth”, ordered Alex, with the rough voice. The bald man obeyedswallowing his member with a devotion that made Alex’s knuckles snap. Tim held back a moan while feeling Alex’s hands — now free — holding her thighs.”
