I’m pretty sure Andolini just wanted to fuck Apolo’s stepson, though. I mean, it’s not exactly behind Apolo’s back. He knows it’s going to happen sooner or later. I think Apolo seems like a decent guy. I’m just a gangster, though. Andolini is a consigliere. He’s got turf to protect. The Boss brought Apolo in to run the club, and Andolini feels threatened. Fucking Apolo’s stepson is just payback.

Like I say, I wasn’t disappointed with my fucktoy. That Occitan has a damn fine ass. I was just getting going when in walks Apolo. He just strips down and joins in. Andolini is right, after all, and has a nice piece on him. Turns out he knows how to use it, too. We worked that twunk over real good. Took turns spit roasting him from both ends, throat fucking him until he was choking and covered in spit.

We don’t know each other well enough to fuck in each other’s cum, though. We didn’t need to talk about it. It was just mutual understanding. When the time came, we pushed him to his knees and beat off. Our eyes were locked together when we came, covering that sluts face up in jizz, him there on the floor, his tongue stuck out like a good boy. He’s going to be really popular. Me and Apolo? Good times! Maybe we made a connection. Next time we might just breed him together.