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Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: The Pact:  Episode 1 -- The Elegant Solution
Part: 44 of 53
Universe: The Pact
Summary: In the summer between their Junior and Senior years of high school
three young men make a pact to handle their sexual supply problems by
seducing each other's mothers.
Content: mf mF ir oral anal M-dom MM

The Pact:  Episode 1 -- The Elegant Solution

Chapter 44

        Beth relaxed on her bed, listening to the rhythmic noises coming
from the living room while rubbing Terence's back; Lon and Sally weren't
noisy like Teela and Rick -- although they could certainly be intense!
Terence had gotten her past eight orgasms before his own arousal got control
of him and he pumped his seed into her; now, she was keeping him from
feeling too tired to go another round later by massaging out the kinks...
"Sweetie, when do you have to be home?  We kind of goofed up, so I really
need for you to stay and do me again..."

        "Huh?" Terence grunted, half asleep.  "Howcum?"

        "You were supposed to do my ass, remember?  If Mistress finds out
you didn't..."

        "We could just tell her..."

        "I'd rather be able to prove it, if you don't mind," Beth replied.
"I'm kind of hoping to get Lonnie and Sally to witness things, you know?  I
hate to just blow Mistress off -- it sets a bad precedent."  She rubbed his
hard buttocks, "Besides, you don't have any problem doing my ass, do you?
There's no need to last a hundred years -- just enjoy yourself and give me a
cum enema..."

        "Yeh," Terence grinned.  "I can do that..."

        "Good!" Beth replied.  "Just relax and build up your strength; when
the time comes, I'll suck you if you need it..."

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        "How you doin', Babe?" Lon gasped out.  Sally had developed this
cycle; she came down on him, burying him deep, then slid backward a bit,
then rose until his glans was wedged in her opening, and came back down --
sort of a reciprocating piston cycle -- or maybe a pump, considering how wet
she was!

        "G-good!" Sally gasped.  Teela talked a lot during sex, but Sally
seemed to limit herself to variations on "Uh" or "Unh" or "Mmph" or "Oh" --
and loud pants, apparently, when she was doing most of the work...

        "Good," Lon grunted.  "I want you to get one before I do..."

        "Okay," Sally pushed out, "Soon?"

        "Soon," Lon nodded.  It wasn't sparkling repartee, but they were
both powerfully distracted.

        "Can I -- ungh! -- ask..." Sally gasped out.

        "What?"

        "My nipples..."

        Lon blinked; he was already playing with them, and they were
sticking out there.  "What?"  He wasn't going to leave them alone...

        "More?"

        "More?"

        "Harder..."

        "Oh."  He'd already been mauling them, tugging and twisting, more or
less gently -- so he bore down on them, pinching...

        "Yes!" Sally gasped.  It was painful, but more of an itch -- the
kind that demanded more scratching.  And it added to her pleasure.
"Please!"

        It seemed like abuse -- but Lon found it didn't bother him,
especially since he'd been asked to deliver it.  He stepped up the
intensity, crushing the tissues between his fingers while he tugged and
twisted.  Sally's eyes got wild and she started panting loudly; Lon could
see the approach of her peak on her face and started slamming up into her.
"AAAUUUUGGGGGHHH!!!" she wailed, shaking like a leaf while another shot-
glass full of her fluids drenched Lon's crotch, "GAAAAAWWWDD!!!"

        "Awright, lie back!  I'm gonna finish!" Lon directed, pushing her
backward.  Sally did the best she could to get onto her back before he
climbed on, pushing her knees up and out, and leaning on them while he
speared himself into her.  Lon couldn't explain why he had to do things this
way with her; the urgency just came upon him and would not be denied!
Besides, she liked it -- he KNEW she did -- it was there in her face when he
mounted her!  He set up a pounding attack whose sole purpose was to assuage
his need to flood her vagina...

        It didn't take long -- but then he'd been close before.  He ground
himself against her while his cock gouted; Sally cooed and caressed
everything within reach while smiling happily, her eyes glowing.  "Damn,
that's good!" he grunted.

        "I loved it!" Sally exclaimed, barely stopping herself from using
the word again, this time applying it to Lon.  Was he ready for that?  Was
she?  It sure felt like it...

        Lon caught the hesitation and wondered, but confined himself to
grinning, "I did, too!"  He levered himself up and stepped back, letting
Sally stretch out.

        From the door, a voice murmured, "It's your job to clean him up,
Sally -- don't you think?"  Beth stood there, eyes twinkling.  "It's
tradition, kind of.  You know how, right?"

        "Uh huh!"  In a flash, Sally was up on her knees, sucking and
licking at their collected juices.  Lon, surprised, settled in to enjoy the
oral attention while Beth wandered up.

        Beth shook her head.  "Do you squirt EVERY time?  My bed's wet, my
carpet's wet..."

        "I'm sorry!" Sally replied between licks and kisses.  "I guess I do,
when..."

        Beth smiled.  "Well, whatever.  I'll bring you a towel.  I came out
to handle some things that we forgot though...  Remember what your mother
said, Lonnie?"

        "Oh, yeah," Lon nodded, thinking about it.  "You fucked up, didn't
you?"

        "With Terence?  Yes," Beth agreed.  "I was kind of hoping that the
pair of you would, like, witness the make-up..."

        Lon nodded.  "Think that's gonna be good enough?"

        "I guess that's up to you," Beth replied candidly.

        "What's this?" Sally asked.

        "Beth was supposed to get anal sex from Terence -- at least the
first time," Lon explained.

        "Oh, yeah."

        "Will it be all right with you guys if he does it now?" Beth asked.
"If you don't think so, I'll just take the punishment -- but it was a heat
of the moment thing..."

        "And we caused it," Lon added.  "I'm cool.  You don't have to at
all, in fact..."

        "I don't think passing is a good idea," Beth shook her head.  "A
little scheduling problem is one thing, but flat out disobedience..."

        "Okay," Lon agreed, "What about the other thing?"

        Beth turned to Sally.  "Do you want your pussy licked?"  She
smirked.  "Probably a lot of good stuff in there..."

        Sally flashed a look at Lon, "I, uh, dunno..."

        "We're gonna OD, here," Lon opined.  "Let's take an option on a
future date -- some day when she's all skanky with a couple of loads of cum,
so you can feel slutty getting her off..."  He grinned widely.

        "Lonnie!" Beth exclaimed, grinning back, "You DO know how to make a
slut happy!  Done!  Let me go get that towel..."

        Five minutes later, they were watching from close-up as Terence,
with great ceremony, inserted his seven-plus inches in Beth's ass.  "Does it
hurt?" Sally asked, wide-eyed.

        "It all depends upon your level of preparation," Beth gasped, as
Terence started moving slowly in and out of her rectum.  "Fast and hard,
with no preparation, it feels like you're being torn in half, or stabbed.
Slow and easy, with a little lube, and it can be quite pleasant.  I cum this
way..."

        "No kidding?"

        "No kidding."  Beth took a breath; Terence had a BIG cock...  "What
do you know about enemas, Sweetie?"

        "Um, not a lot -- why?" Sally asked.

        "It comes under the heading of preparation.  How would you like to
have to clean Lonnie up after he's been in your ass -- like you did just
now?"

        "OH!" Sally was bug-eyed.

        Beth grinned over her shoulder at the younger woman.  "It'll happen
-- but you can learn to shift the odds with an occasional enema..."  She
closed her eyes and sucked in a breath, her face starting to display her
pleasure.  "That's it, Sweetie -- go ahead and work it, I'm set now.  If it
gets too lose, swat me on the ass and I'll tighten up.  Enjoy yourself!
Shoot a load up my colon!  Make my ass drip white goo!"  She started backing
into Terence's strokes.

        "I think we've seen enough, don't you?" Lon asked Sally.  "We don't
have to stay for the cum-shot..."

        "Okay," Sally nodded; collecting her clothing, she started climbing
into it, flicking an eye over her shoulder at the big black and the older
woman as they engaged in their unusual (to Sally) act.

        Neither Beth nor Terence was in any mood for goodbyes; the younger
couple just smiled and waved and headed out, once they were dressed.  Once
out in the hall, Sally diffidently opened the subject, "Ummm..."

        "Yeah," Lon answered, his face letting her know that he knew the
question.  "I like it, so you're gonna do it.  And Beth's right -- you're
gonna get caught short at some point."

        "Oh."  Sally's stomach fluttered -- not at the idea of sucking a
cock covered with fecal matter, but rather with the implied control that Lon
was exerting.  "She, uh, seems to like it..."

        "Well, there are those that do," Lon agreed.  "Even guys,
apparently.  I guess it's no big thing, either way."

        "What if I don't?" Sally asked.

        Lon's eyes bored into hers, "That's no big thing either way,
either."  Sally's stomach fluttered again.

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        Fred Carter was at loose ends.  They had quit early at the job site,
leaving him nothing to do but think and drink.  So he'd been in the bar
since about three o'clock, thinking more than drinking -- and what he was
thinking about wasn't restful.

        Shannon was still ignoring him -- and she had that look to her that
said she was probably getting her dick from a new source.  That sucked,
because it meant another dry spell...  Maybe he'd been stupid to chop Louise
off, but that thing with Damian had been the last straw -- there was no
doubt in Fred's mind that his stupid cunt of a wife had KNOWN she was
carrying somebody else's baby to term when she had Damian!  She did it on
purpose, the twat!  Fred had tried to ignore the whole thing, but he'd been
pretty damn sure by the time Damian hit ten -- and by fifteen, he had his
father written all over him!  He couldn't blame the boy -- being born isn't
a choice you make yourself -- so he tried not to let it color his dealings
with his younger son -- but he imagined that some favoritism slipped
through...

        Chopping Louise off didn't seem to be as painful to her as it was to
him -- and now that he thought about it, she seemed to be more self-
satisfied than usual, lately.  Well, as soon as Terence was off to college
or trade school or whatever, Fred was gonna dump her on her ass, anyway --
even though he suspected that the bitch wouldn't hurt that much for it
because of her job at the hospital...  (The fact that he planned to leave
her saddled with Damian lurked under the surface, somewhere, but he hadn't
really dragged it out to see what a hypocrite he was being...)

        Anyway, he was out of pussy, temporarily, and that surfaced 'the
other thing'.  Not that 'the other thing' didn't surface periodically when
he HAD pussy -- just the lack of it made things more urgent and removed any
reason to avoid it.  No, the hankering came on him once in a while and after
a while, he'd get stupid and go do something about it -- like today, it
looked like.

        Fred heaved a sigh and paid his tab and headed for the door.  Maybe
he could limit things to just getting his balls drained and watching some
videos of queers and transvestites doing each other...

        Once in the car, he drove the twenty miles to get himself out of the
local area where he might be recognized, headed for one of three places
where he knew he could get what he needed -- a fairly upscale-looking adult
video store situated downtown in the next burg over.  Sitting in the parking
lot out back, he could see a couple of other occupied vehicles -- he had no
idea why someone would sit outside a place like this unless they were
waiting for someone in particular -- and they made him nervous while he
loaded up his pockets -- paper napkins, a rubber...  He pulled off anything
identifying him or his job, pulled a ball cap low over his eyes and headed
inside.

        Once through the door, he scanned the racks, pretending to be
interested in the merchandise while he checked out the other customers.
Fishing out his wad of bills, he was pleased to discover that he had plenty
of ones, so he wouldn't have to embarrass himself getting change from the
porky white bitch with the Goth makeup and piercings at the counter.
Vaguely, he wondered if she worked here in order to get laid -- not that he
wanted any of THAT shit...  Chuckling, he headed for the peep booths out
back.

        Stopping inside the darkened atrium, he scanned the videos while
checking out the other occupants from the corners of his eyes.  This place
had thirty-eight booths -- twenty-two of them in a 'U' shape around the
fringes of the room, and sixteen in two back-to-back rows of eight down the
center.  Most of them were big enough to hold one person comfortably -- and
two UNcomfortably -- a bolted-down chair, and a TV setup with one large and
one small screen.  Pushbuttons above the dollar feeder changed the channel
and the volume settings (theoretically, when they worked) on the big screen;
the small screen showed thumbnails of four channels in a cycle, so you could
scope the other content without losing your primary selection.

        The four booths at the base of the 'U' were called 'VIP Booths' and
they were larger and better appointed.  They were also more expensive --
Fred didn't ever remember seeing one in use.  They were for couples or
wheelchair-bound fucks, apparently...  His exam complete, he headed around
the corner and down the left aisle to Number Thirteen.

        This left side aisle -- numbers nine through sixteen -- offered an
additional feature; they were called 'Buddy Booths'.  Buddy Booths had a
hunk of glass that was normally made deeply translucent by an electrical
current -- but if you pushed a button AND the guy in the next booth pushed
the same button (AND it all worked...) the glass went transparent, and they
could see what each other was doing -- which, let's face it, was generally
jacking off...

        Booth Thirteen was special, though -- it had a gloryhole on the wall
it shared with Booth twelve.  There was a metal plate apparently riveted
over it -- but that was appearance; someone had gone to a lot of trouble to
defeat all of the rivets, leaving the plate hanging by a single screw.  Not
everyone knew about it, of course, and there was always the possibility that
the fakery had been discovered and the plate re-attached -- but it hadn't
been fucked with since Fred had discovered it.  Fred figured that the store
employees knew about it -- Hell, some of them probably used it!  Only the
health inspector -- or whoever had the job of being tight assed about such
things locally -- would care...

        Thirteen was open, and so was Twelve -- a good sign.  Both doors
were open, and the red lights above the doors, meant to indicate that the
booths were in use, were unlit.  Fred slid into Thirteen, closed the door,
and latched it; you could leave the door unlocked and very probably attract
a visitor, but that was a bit too public for Fred.  Nonetheless, he couldn't
ever remember a time when the doorknob to his booth wasn't rattled, here.

        Fred stuck a dollar in the slot to get things going, then unbuckled
his belt and slid his jeans to his knees so he could get at his joint, which
was already half-hard -- but if you were going to display the thing, you
wanted it up fully, so he stroked it a bit, watching the screen, before
moving on to the next phase.  Once things were going well, he hit the button
for the 'buddy window'.

        Given that the window afforded a pretty decent view, you would
wonder why Fred would take the chance -- but experience had proven to him
that it was safe; the window was positioned such that -- if you were
standing -- all you could see was the other guy's midsection and maybe what
he was watching on the screen.  You had to either sit or hunker down to get
a view of the other guy's face -- and that was a sign of desperation, more
or less; usually, the ones who did that wanted you to unlock the door so
they could come in and suck you off...  In any case, anonymity was a button-
push away.

        Fred hit the button to clear the window -- and nothing happened,
which wasn't surprising; either the guy next door wasn't interested or the
feature was broken.  Fred flicked channels and jacked his meat, unconcerned.
Somebody tried the door, but the latch held, so Fred resumed jacking off.
Twinks didn't interest him, but hunkier, muscle-bound types did -- and so
did transvestites.  Fred had just settled on a flick where two guys were
sandwiching a TV when the Buddy Window to Fourteen cleared.

        It was some white dude in a suit -- older, probably.  The dude was
only half-hard when he cleared the window, but he firmed up fairly quickly
to something thick, but only in the neighborhood of five inches.  Fred
grinned to himself; the dude was probably married, and in the unlikely event
Fred could find his wife, she'd be easy pickings -- or at least, that was
the fantasy...

        They jacked off and watched each other and played the other game you
played in a Buddy Booth -- finding the most lurid gay flick in the whole
selection to put on-screen as an indication that you were there for serious
business -- until Fred's dollar ran out.  He put another buck in the slot,
but the suit was gone when he got everything going again -- or maybe he had
seen enough...

        Fred burned that dollar waiting for someone to do the buddy thing,
but it didn't happen, so when he'd fed his third buck into the slot, he
moved to the gloryhole and slid the plate aside.

        Whoever had undone the patch had left one pop-rivet as well as the
screw; that kept the plate on the other side properly positioned, too, and
allowed them to move as a unit, uncovering both sides of the hole.  The next
thing on the agenda was a quick look to see if the other booth was occupied.
It wasn't, right away, but Fred knew that guys patrolled the booths looking
for this; someone would show up.

        Someone did in a couple of minutes, and the dance began to see who
would get what; you looked, but tried not to get caught looking, because
that was an indication that you wanted to suck...  This went fairly quickly,
though, and the other guy stuck his finger through the hole, inviting Fred
to feed his cock through.

        "Ahhh," Fred groaned as a warm, wet mouth enveloped his cock.  This
was the thing...  It would have been nice to be able to grab whoever it was
by the head and control things, but you gave that up for the anonymity; the
person on the other side might know your dick, but he didn't know your face.
Early on, there had been a thing about being able to fantasize that the
persons sucking him was female, but that had gone away; Fred knew his
cocksucker was male, and it didn't bother him.  That whole thing had been
denial, anyway -- the truth was that knowing his cocksucker was male added a
little something...

        The suck only lasted for a minute and a half or so, and then the guy
backed off --which was a pain in the ass.  Fred stood there a second, hoping
something else was up, but nothing happened, so he pulled out and hunkered
down to take a look.

        The other guy was jacking his meat, very close to the hole; Fred
knew what this meant -- the guy wanted equal time.  Shit.  The problem with
'equal time' in these things was that it wasn't -- it only lasted until one
of you got off, then the dude who made it packed up his tent and left the
other dude hanging with a hard dick and a mouthful of jizz.  Fred had done
it himself, on occasion, but -- especially when he ended up on the short end
-- he wondered why guys weren't fair about it.  In the back of his head,
though, he knew; sucking a cock put you below the guy you were sucking, and
taking a mouthful of jizz kept you there.  If you could walk away having
dumped a load in the other guy's mouth, that made you top dog, whether you
blew HIM or not -- why would you want to give that minor victory up and put
yourself at or below his level?  This was all part of the game that made
cock sucking taboo in the first place -- it was just a little deeper in...
A lot of dudes that probably would have liked to get some back didn't even
bother after taking the bottom end; they knew their place.  Fred knew all
about it, because just getting blown wasn't the whole 'other thing' to
him...

        Fred stepped up to the plate, sticking his finger through the hole
in invitation, and the guy's cock came through -- five inches, thick,
upward-curving with a serious foreskin almost covering the tip, despite the
fact that it was firm and erect.  Dude was probably Latino -- they ran
stubby, in Fred's limited experience.  The thought went through his head
that maybe he ought to be checking out Chicanas...  Fred skinned back the
foreskin and sucked him in.

        The downside of working through a hole made itself known to Fred
right away -- not that he wasn't already aware of it.  If the guy was short-
dicked, you ended up with your face smashed against the panel, trying to
work him.  As for the sucking itself, well, this was the second part of 'the
other thing'; Fred didn't like to admit it to himself, but he didn't mind
sucking dick...  Actually, it went a good deal beyond that, but Fred wasn't
up for going that far with his self-honesty.  Basically, he just cleared his
mind and sucked, pulling his still-stiff meat and ignoring the fact that by
clearing his mind, he was opening it up to the pleasure he got from the
act...

        The guy was quick -- or maybe Fred lost track of time; anyway,
suddenly, the fucker got seriously hard and Fred backed off and started
jacking just as he started shooting jizz all over the place.  Yeah, the
fucker was probably a spick -- they came in buckets -- probably how they got
those huge families.  Having turned to get out of the way, Fred flicked a
glance at the Buddy Window and froze -- it was transparent!  The suit was
back, watching and jacking himself off to beat the band!  Shit!  He could
see Fred's face!  Fred lurched up and smacked the button, rendering the
window opaque.  Dammit!

        Fred went ahead and milked the little spick fucker out and even
sucked him a bit more to add to his fun -- and sure enough, when he
withdrew, the bastard was all about getting his pants up and his belt
buckled, leaving Fred with a hard on and the taste of cum in his mouth.

        But the booth didn't stay vacant more than thirty seconds; there was
motion in there immediately and Fred heard the door close and the lock
button click, so he stood and started beating his meat, stiffening it up and
trying to set himself up to be the top end of this encounter.  It seemed to
work; the guy stuck a finger through pretty quickly; Fred stuck his dick
through and was immediately rewarded.  This guy knew what he was doing -- he
seemed to have just the right combination of spit and tongue and he knew
that you wanted in and out, not just licked...

        But again, it didn't last.  The owner of the hot, wet mouth withdrew
after a couple of minutes, and when Fred backed off, a cock came through
right behind him -- a familiar cock, too!  It was the suit, no doubt about
it -- there was something unique about the thing that Fred couldn't
describe, but that made it easy to identify.  Fred grunted; this would be
one dude that he couldn't bullshit with the idea that he didn't suck...

        Fred settled onto his knees and took the cock in.  The size made
deep-throat unnecessary; Fred could work all of the length available through
the hole without stress -- which was good, because Fred didn't know how to
go deep, anyway.  The dude gave great head, so Fred gave back his best,
hoping that he would last long enough that when Fred hit the equal time
point and backed off, he would be primed and not wander off, but go back to
work on Fred's aching rod.  Fred got into it again, licking and sucking,
distancing himself just enough to keep track of time, but otherwise enjoying
himself.  When he considered that he'd given equal time -- and a touch more
-- he backed off and stood.

        The guy hung out there for a few seconds, then getting the hint,
withdrew.  Fred stepped up and stuck his cock through the hole -- but
nothing happened.  Fred hung out for a half a minute or so, but got nothing,
so he backed out and bent to find out if the suit had gone, leaving them
both hanging...

        The guy was there, jacking himself, bent to the hole like Fred was.
A sibiliant whisper came through the hole, "Finish me, and I'll
reciprocate..."

        'Yeah, right!' Fred thought -- but the other guy was driving, more
or less.  He had the booth, and if he wouldn't do anything for Fred, they
were both wasting their time.  On the other hand, in the unlikely event the
dude wasn't lying...  The cock came through about then, and it was decision
time -- and Fred made the default decision, sucking it in, massaging it with
his thick lips.

        This one was lost, so he might as well enjoy it.  He went to work on
the stiff white cock, licking and sucking and bobbing on it as far as the
wall allowed.  White dick was kind of a fantasy thing for Fred -- kind of a
role-reversal thing.  Fred had half-again as much cock, but there was
something mental out there that grabbed him when he worked one.  Besides,
they were almost always incredibly stiff -- only gooks were stiffer, and
they tended to be smaller, too.

        It took three or four minutes, but the suit's cock swelled and
started to pulse.  Fred made a split-second decision to take his load,
rather than just let him shoot on the floor, and he let the guy squirt into
his mouth, enjoying the feel of the guy's cock head swelling and the
underside of his rod pulsing as it pumped his jizz into Fred's waiting
mouth.  When it was over, Fred backed off and spat the cum into a corner,
then came back to add a bit, knowing the dude would be sensitive after
dumping his load.

        In a moment, the guy withdrew, and Fred shifted to look through the
hole, expecting to see the dude packing his shit away and getting ready to
leave him high and dry.  Instead, he saw lips -- lips that whispered, "That
was even better than expected.  I shall have to give you... something
special..."

        The dude made Fred nervous, but he'd paid for some head, so...  He
stood up and stuck his dick through the hole.  That hot mouth was right
there, and if anything, better than before; Fred luxuriated in the feel of
the suit's tongue and lips on his painfully stiff meat.  The suck went on
for half a minute or so, with Fred enjoying it more and more -- then the
dude backed off, while holding onto Fred's stiff dick.  Various images
flitted through Fred's mind in that moment -- the foremost being the slash
of a straight-razor -- but it ended fairly quickly with the feel of his meat
being inserted somewhere incredibly tight...

        The realization hit Fred like a thunderbolt -- he was in the suit's
ass!  Jeezus!  This was the reason Fred carried a rubber to these little
parties -- but it had been only a fantasy until now!  The suit held him
while he backed onto him, then pulled off -- once, twice, three times --
then he held still, his ass against the partition.

        Fred didn't need any instruction; he went nuts, hammering himself
against the partition, driving his cock into the asshole on the far side.
Control was out the window; Fred got in maybe thirty strokes before his cock
swelled and his balls started jumping and he buried himself as deep in the
suit's colon as the partition would allow and poured his jizz into the
suit's guts in long, hard pulses.

        It was fucking GREAT!  Fred hadn't cum like that in a long time --
the whole fantasy thing just blew his mind, and made for a nut that he was
going to measure other experiences against for some time.  His hose pulsed
and pulsed, long after it had stopped making deliveries -- and it was all
good!

        Finally, he staggered back and dropped to his knees to confirm what
he was already certain of -- and sure enough, an open asshole, drooling his
jizz, was there in front of him for a moment before the suit stood to pull
up his pants.  Fred got up and started tucking himself away, intent on
getting an eye on this guy, vague thoughts of doing things -- more things,
other things -- but the door to the next booth banged before he could get
himself tucked away.  Fred closed the gloryhole and came out of the booth
and headed for his pickup, his mind awash.  This was almost it -- the big
one -- the thing that had pleased him but scared him into avoiding the group
that had contained the guy who had led HIM to be the one with a cock pumping
in his ass, that day in the sauna...

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