Enter the thick of the Civil Rights movement and Freedom Summer, 1964. Three young men–Mitch, Billy, Max–have come together for a journey toward social justice. Heading to the Deep South to challenge Jim Crow, they make a passionate pit stop, spending a night in the attic of Mitch’s youth. In a turbulent time, three men find refuge in each other as Mitch leads the lessons on a hot Georgia night.
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I sat upright and lifted myself off the bed, naked Billy and nearly naked Max still hard and kneeling on the mattress.
“Why don’t you two sit on the edge of the bed?” I said, and without a word they both simply obeyed. With the two of them sitting side by side, me standing over them, we had a pretty good angle.
“Billy, I’m going to have you show Max how it’s done,” I explained, stepping in closer to Billy. “Why don’t you see how much of my cock you can get in your mouth?”
“Well, OK….” Billy answered, looking up at me. “I’ll try.”
Billy reached out to grab my cock by its base as I leaned in toward his mouth. His jaw went slack and he started swallowing, one inch at a time. I kept my hands behind my back so I wouldn’t block Max’s view. He was rapt.
“Take it slow, Billy,” I instructed, feeling the warm walls of his mouth, his tongue, collapsing on all sides of my shaft as that tough little ginger took in more and more of me. “See how he makes sure to keep his mouth real wide, breathing through his nose, Max? It’s really not that hard, even when you’ve got a lot to work with.”
