CHAPTER 27

Van was drenched in sweat as he pumped incessantly behind Sen. Sen leaned forward, holding onto a tree for support. He winced in pain as if his insides were being torn apart. He held on to the tree tightly as Van’s hands were on his hips.

Van never really intended to get the wine. Once they were far enough from Bea and Cris, he pulled Sen over to a secluded area and did the deed. Sen himself was shocked that he agreed to go bottom. He initially refused, but Van was adamnant.

He was moving faster now, his moans getting louder. Sen knew Van was nearing the point of no return. He braced himself as Van’s movements became rougher. In an instant his legs tightened. He let out a long moan. Sen felt his insides get wet. Van stayed still for a while before finally pulling out. He got a rag and wiped his manhood before pulling up his pants.

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Cris felt her knees buckle. She fell to the ground dazed with the events she had witnessed. She crept slowly behind the bushes to see who was moaning. She had thought it was a person in pain. As she peered through, she saw two men in the throes of passion, one was standing upright, his pants down to his ankles. The other was naked from the waist down, bent over and holding onto a tree.

It took a minute or two before Cris realized who the two figures were. She felt the rug pulled from underneath her. The rumors started swirling back in his mind. They were true, she thought.
Hansen was Van’s whore, she thought. The tears began to fall.