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over.” George narrowed his eyes on Tank.
    “Fine, but I get to top you next.” Tank rolled over to his knees.
    “Good lord.”
    “What?” Tank looked over his shoulder.
    “Just, uh, wow.” George lubed his hand, spearing two fingers into Tank’s tight hole.
    “Hey, I may be a big guy, but that’s virgin territory down there.” Tank grunted.
    “Sorry, got a little excited.” George began a scissor-like motion with his fingers, reaching his other hand down to cup Tank’s sac.
    “More.” Tank moaned.
    “Thought you’d like it.” George wiggled his fingers around, trying to find that sweet spot of Tank’s.
    “What’s that suppose to mean?”
    “Will you stop arguing? You’re killing my hard-on.” George crooked his fingers again.
    “Holy fuck!”
    Found it.
    “Feels good, don’t it?” George speared a third finger in, stretching his mate the best he could. “Ready?”
    “No.”
    “Slidin’ my snake in your hole anyway.” George slapped his ass.
    “Cowboy up.”
    “Huh?”
    “Here comes the weasel.” George pushed in, stopping when Tank George’s Turn
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    stiffened. Fuck, he was tight. He had to close his eyes and take long, slow breathes to calm his impending orgasm. His eyes slowly opened when Tank tapped him on his hip.
    “Okay.” Tank pushed back a little as George eased forward.
    “Tank, fuck, so tight.” George barely held it together with the enjoyment of feeling such a hot, tight ass wrapped around his cock.
    “No talking.” Tank moaned.
    “Why?”
    “I don’t know. Hush.” Tank pushed back.
    “Why?”
    “George,” he warned.
    “Why?” George began to laugh. He sounded like a five-year-old, but he was having fun for the first time during sex, and he liked it.
    Tank was something he never expected, and surprisingly was beginning to see that he couldn’t live without.
    Tank began laughing with him. “Just fuck me already. And if you say why, I’m gonna knock you off of me.”
    “Fine.” George latched on to Tank’s hips, slamming his cock like a bucking bronco. He changed angles, making Tank holler his name.
    “That’s right. Who’s dick is in you?”
    “Shut up.” Tank thrust back, knocking George back with his ass and almost dislodging him.
    “So, you wanna play games.” George grabbed Tank’s shoulders, lifting one leg and riding him like he was in a rodeo. Fuck yeah. He felt the tingling begin at the base of his spine. George reached under his mate, trying to get to his cock. Finally grabbing hold, he yanked along with his thrusts.
    “George…gonna—” Tank’s head fell back, his ass hitching higher.
    “Give it to me. Give it to Daddy.” George grinned.
    “Smart ass.” Tank growled.
    “Thought you’d like that.” He chuckled. “Or you can call me King George.”

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    George stopped talking when he felt Tank’s body shiver and stiffen. He squeezed Tank’s shaft as he gave one more thrust. Tank erupted in his hand, his cock pulsing as it gave its creamy prize to George.
    “Tank,” George shouted as he slammed harder, lights bursting behind his eyes. Tank’s muscled ass had a death grip on him. He fell onto Tank’s back, heaving and sweaty.
    “Fuck me, man.” Tank fell forward.
    “Just did.” George chuckled as Tank tried to swat at him.
    Tank pulled George over to him, kissing his temple. “You know you’re mine. I won’t share.”
    “Yeah, ’cause lord knows I’ve been beating back the guys.” George rubbed his goatee against Tank’s nipple, getting a groan from his mate.
    “What about Kitty?” Tank shifted around to look him in his eyes.
    “Uh, female. Duh.”
    “Okay, but I’ll be watching her.” Tank pulled George closer. He sighed and ran the palm of his hand over his mate’s chest. The man had to have the broadest chest George had ever seen.
    “Not too damn close.” He murmured then yawned, snuggling close to own personal heater. George glanced up, seeing a mischievous grin on the man’s