Tice And Felipe Cover Up The Truth – Steamboat Geyser Part 25
Kris Aanders fucked up, inviting himself to the jack off session between the man he was following and a random passer-by, who turned out to be anything but a bystander! Felipe needs to smooth things over with Tice, but will he agree to the cover-up?
Excerpt from Steamboat Geyser Part 25
“What exactly did he do?” Tice asked, “I assume you went over everything moment by moment”
Felipe furrowed his brow. Was Tice asking because he felt he needed to know, or because he wanted to know? Was he really proving his point for him by becoming aroused over the prospect of the young man masturbating with the two in that restroom? “Of course we talked about it,” Felipe barked with subdued annoyance, “we spent half of the drive back going over everything,”
“And?” Tice inquired, insistent, “tell me exactly what he did in that room with those men, just so I know what I’m talking about if I do get a call from the Department of Domestic Security,”
“They’re not going to find out about this, that guy isn’t going to…” Felipe whined,
“You don’t know that, and neither do I,” Tice interrupted again.
Felipe sighed, “Okay,” he began, leaning forward and resting his arms on the green leather blotter, displeasingly ready to deliver what his colleague was incessantly demanding, “Kris caught them rubbing each other’s cocks, he was going to retreat from the room but decided to confirm for certain that Williams had the image in his possession so he stepped forward. Williams showed him the image attempting to infect him.” He paused, studying his colleague, the man’s steely gaze didn’t betray him and Felipe continued, “It had no effect on Kris, of course, but the young man decided to participate in their encounter as if it had. He released his penis and joined the two men, touching their cocks together in frottage, swapping their hands and rubbing each other until all three were ejaculating,”
Tice was motionless, leaning back in his seat, his jacket closed over his shirt and tie under his arms, his hands clasped on his crossed legs. He stared at his friend retelling the retold story, expressionless.
“Is that what you wanted?” the frustrated man asked, “you hard now? Need me to tell you how fat and wet their cocks were, or how much semen they shot all over each other’s penises?” Felipe sarcastically accused him, ignoring the swelling mass of meat filling up the space in his own underwear while imagining the men combined in their mutual pleasure, their wet rods sliding around over each other, their shots of hot white cum gushing from their erections to splash and douse each other’s stiff members.
“That tone is not appreciated,” Tice warned.
Very few of the naked guys he now watched variously pressed up against the glass, groping their own hardened cocks, rubbing a friend’s eager erection, staring with their mouths agape at the giant penis beyond the barrier – none of them were the guys he’d come to know.
