Текст книги "Rough Trade "

Автор книги: Todd Gregory

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Ted crawls. Closer and closer, until the big cock is only inches from his face. Larry tilts it down, aiming it toward his lips.

Ted opens his mouth and sticks out his tongue, touches it against the smooth, blunt tip. Opens wider—how wide will he have to open for Larry to cram the whole thing down his throat? He presses his lips against the crown, giving it a kiss. He groans and shuts his eyes—

And suddenly finds himself knocked to his side on the floor, his ears ringing.

“I told you to stay in the other room, cocksucker. You’re really asking for it, aren’t you? Looks like I’m gonna have to use the prod on you after all. But we’ll wait for Gary to get here first. Meantime, you can hand me that paddle. That’s it. Yeah, stay down there on your hands and knees like a good little cocksucker. Now turn around and show me that butt. Yeah, stick that faggot butt way up, Teddy boy, aim that asshole toward my dick. But you’re not getting it yet. First you’re getting twenty big ones. Queerboy. Peeping Tom. Motherfucker. Yeah, your punishment’s way overdue…”

*

Ted’s stuffy little apartment in the attic of the boarding house is empty. No peeping Tom by the window, peering into Larry’s bedroom. No one to witness the spectacle that unfolds in the rooms of Larry’s plush, air-conditioned condo across the way.

If there were a watcher, he would see a show that outstrips all the wildest fantasies that clouded Ted’s brain on all the nights he crouched here, naked and alone with a dildo up his ass and his dick in his fist, his nose pressed against the window screen, watching Larry in secret and beating his meat.

He would see two young men in their mid-twenties, clean-cut, broad-shouldered and stacked with muscle, stripped down to their jeans and boots with big cocks jutting from their open flies—

and a third figure, boyish and naked, with longer hair on his head but no hair at all between his legs, his crotch shaved bald. Teddy boy, nude and glistening with sweat. Clothespins on his nipples, his hands held obediently behind his back while they use him for a punching bag—bending over and clutching his ankles while they take turns blistering his naked ass with the paddle…

Down on his hands and knees, cantering from room to room while one of them takes a ride on his back and the other follows behind, kicking his ass…

Stretched across the butcher block table, his head and ass dangling over the edges, plugged with dick at both ends—crouching on Larry’s bed, his ass raised high—reaching back to pull his cheeks apart while Larry pokes the cattle prod into the crack of his ass, and Gary crams his big cock down Teddy’s throat to muffle the screams…

The show continues as twilight falls, and goes on long into the night. Ted would have given his right arm to watch such a spectacle, kneeling by the window, furtively masturbating in the safety of his room. But the room remains empty, eyeless, blind. Ted is not there to see it. Ted is Teddy boy now, a toy for the Gods.

Daddy’s Boys

Nic P. Ramsies

It was three days until his rent was due and Kevin was $500 short. He thought about asking one of his roommates to front him the cash, but they weren’t too happy with him and he was pretty sure that would be the last straw. He also thought about going to the Fenway where on the paths in the neatly manicured community gardens gay men, married bisexuals, closeted guys, and those in denial for many reasons hooked up for fun or pay, or both. In the tall reeds that lined the garden and bordered the winding river, a blowjob could net him $20 each. He did the math: twenty-five blowjobs or eight a night and he could have rent. But he ruled the idea out. It wasn’t that he minded giving so many; he hated that awkward moment that happened every seven or so guys when the john, some desperate man or some married guy, usually wanted to start a conversation or exchange numbers. And frankly, spending three nights in the Fenway despite how much he liked to suck cock seemed unbearable. There had to be a quicker, more interesting way for him to make $500.

He’d been lazy this month, spending too much time and money taking the ferry to P-town, hanging out at bars, buying drinks and fancy dinners instead of working the streets or play parties. He’d lost track of how much cash he had left. He’d been at Copley Square ready to go out for the night yet again for fun not work when he went to the ATM and got the shocking news that he was out of cash.

He shook his head at his foolishness. He was smarter than this. Then he remembered the guy he’d met two nights before in P-town, Steve. Steve was a street boy like Kevin, only he had a great setup with a Daddy who paid him to work fancy parties in his big house in Arlington, outside Boston. Kevin had taken Steve’s number but hadn’t planned on calling. Steve had been a lot of fun and had told Kevin his Daddy would hire him in a second. But Kevin hated the idea of anyone owning him—for more than fifteen minutes, anyway. The thought of Steve’s Daddy’s cash made Kevin sort through the pile of discarded numbers written on slips of paper napkins and mixed in with grocery and to-do lists next to his bed.

After finding it, Kevin called Steve. “Hey, it’s Kevin, we met at…”

“Yeah, Kevin, I remember. What’s up?” Steve’s voice sounded deep and smooth. Kevin hadn’t remembered it that way.

“Nothing. Well, sorry I haven’t called sooner. I’ve been busy, I meant to. I…”

“You need some quick cash?”

“Yeah, I was wondering if maybe your Daddy had an opening, not full time but for the weekend.” Kevin felt awkward, something that didn’t happen often, and wondered in the pause that followed if going to the Fenway wasn’t a better idea after all.

“Sure,” Steve’s voice came back reassuring over the phone line, “he’s having a party tonight, in fact. It pays five hundred dollars. You know, if he likes you—”

“Yeah,” Kevin cut him off before he could finish, “just this once, really. I’m in a spot.”

Steve gave him the address, told him to wear something hot in leather, and to be there at nine p.m. The guests wouldn’t arrive until ten, but Daddy liked to have a drink and try out the new boys before anyone arrived.

Kevin showered, shaved, and put on a black muscle shirt and tight leather pants that showed off his package. He arrived promptly at nine p.m., not wanting to take any chances at pissing off Daddy. He pulled into the long tree-lined drive way and stopped behind the last parked car. A manicured lawn led to marble steps with topiaries on either side and a large mahogany door. Kevin rang the bell and a few seconds later Steve answered it dressed in an outfit almost identical to his. Steve’s blue eyes pierced Kevin’s. His dark wavy hair framed his face. Kevin ran a hand over his own short brown hair.

“Welcome,” Steve said, holding the door wide open and stepping to the side to allow Kevin into the entryway. “Daddy’s in here.” Steve continued before Kevin could say anything. “He’s waiting to meet you.” He led the way to a sitting room with a hardwood floor practically covered by a red and beige oriental rug. A love seat and two matching wing-back chairs in red velvet were placed in the center of the room facing each other. Wooden bookcases full of leather-bound tomes lined the outer walls, broken by the four windows and two doors.

“Daddy, this is Kevin. Isn’t he yummy?”

Daddy, a middle-aged man with graying temples, was much more attractive than Kevin had expected. His dark brown eyes seemed to spark as they moved about and his jaw was firm and strong. He wore linen pants and a light green summer-weight sweater with a V-neck that clung to his chest. He was fit, but not buff, a softness that suited him. He moved as if he had been a dancer—smooth and gracefully—although he was very masculine in his movements—sharp and defined. “Pleasure to meet you, Kevin,” he said as he extended his hand toward him. “So glad you could join us tonight. Do call me Daddy, if you will.”

Kevin shook Daddy’s firm grip, nodding. “Pleasure.”

Steve appeared with a tray with two identical cocktails on it. “Please,” Daddy said, indicting the tray, “make yourself comfortable.”

Both of them took a drink, then sat in the wing-back chairs. “My rules are simple, Kevin. Five hundred an evening. I provide food, clothing for the party, and drinks. You make my guests comfortable, be friendly, don’t get drunk, chat with them, and if they are interested, take them upstairs for some entertainment. Tips are acceptable, but not expected. The important thing is that everyone has a good time.” Daddy’s eyes seemed to be searching Kevin for some unspoken information, so he nodded. “If you enjoy yourself, if my guests enjoy you, we can speak about future party invitations. I host these twice a week.”

“Sounds great.” Kevin knew this would be his only party, but the arrangement seemed like heaven and Daddy seemed reasonable. Kevin had learned long ago that when a deal sounded too good to be true, it most likely was.

“There’s dinner and snacks, and Steve will show you around,” Daddy said as he set his drink down on the table next to him, “but first, I need to ensure quality entertainment for my guests.” Daddy rested his head against the back of the chair and spread his legs slightly. Kevin almost missed the instruction; Daddy had put it so neatly and politely.

Kevin put his drink down and walked over to Daddy, confident he’d pass the test. Kevin knelt between his legs, pushing his face against his crotch, breathing in his scent—Daddy smelled of bay rum—and ran his hand over the outline of his semi-hard cock and balls through the rich cloth. Kevin undid the zipper and reached his hand delicately into the pants to pull Daddy’s smooth cock out. His hand encircled the shaft and the tip of his tongue made contact with the crown. Kevin’s tongue worked its way around Daddy’s cock head in a slow circle before his lips closed around the now hard cock and his tongue continued to lick at the crown. Kevin looked up to see Daddy looking down at him. He was gazing at his cock in Kevin’s mouth with the same desire Kevin suddenly felt inside—a desire to please Daddy, like he’d never felt with a trick before.

Kevin’s lips sealed around his cock and he started to work his way up and down just the first few inches of Daddy’s shaft, pressing firmly on the underside of it with his tongue. Daddy didn’t resist the urge to thrust his hips forward. Kevin let out an audible moan as Daddy firmly grasped the back of his head. Kevin removed his hand from his cock so his mouth could take in more of the shaft and slipped his now free hand onto Daddy’s balls and gently touched the sensitive skin between his fingers and thumb, rubbing it, then kneading at it.

Daddy’s cock slid in and out of his taut sucking mouth. Kevin’s tongue caressed it and he firmly rubbed his balls. Daddy moaned then bent his head back, resting it on the chair. Daddy’s hips jerked forward hard, taking one last deep thrust into Kevin’s throat as he released his pent-up load. Daddy let go of his head and pulled his spent cock from Kevin’s sweet lips. Kevin grabbed it with his hand and greedily milked the last few drops onto his tongue as if he’d never had such a tasty load before.

“Lovely,” Daddy said as he redid his pants; then turning to Steve, who had reentered the room, he said, “Show Kevin around.”

Steve led Kevin through the impressive dining room where a large spread of hot and cold foods had been set out and up the massive stairs to a room off a long hallway. This was the changing room for the boys. It was done up completely in shades of blue and contained three oversized wardrobes, two full-length antique mirrors, and two matching fainting couches. Steve showed Kevin the full bathroom for them to clean up in after entertaining. The wardrobes were full of costumes—pirates, schoolboy outfits, police and firemen uniforms, cowboy gear, suits, and leather wear—anything one might need for any theme party. They both changed into tight leather shorts.

Steve then showed him the entertainment rooms along the hallway. Each had a star on the door that could be flipped over when the room was occupied. Inside, well-furnished bedrooms tastefully done in heavy wood furniture and strong earth tones each had their own bathroom and Kevin discovered the bedside tables contained lube, condoms, and an assortment of toys. It really was heaven.

The two went downstairs where guests had started to arrive. The dining room now held ten or so men dressed in expensive suits, Dockers and polo shirts, or jeans and sweaters. It looked like any other gathering of the well-to-do, except the five well-built men in nothing but tight leather shorts and boots.

“Just mingle, like a party. Have a snack, a drink, and make small talk. You’re cute, someone will pick you quickly,” Steve said before he disappeared into the small crowd.

Kevin took a deep breath. He’d done this before a hundred times, but tonight, here in this place, it felt somehow different. He entered the room, took a few pieces of cheese and a couple of crackers, and put them on a small crystal plate. Then he looked over the rest of the offerings on the table. Piles of cubed fruit, smoked meats, and sliced vegetables confronted him. An array of hot dishes with names he wasn’t sure of and fresh breads confounded his selection.

“The alligator is good,” a strange but friendly voice said.

Kevin turned toward it. A tall, thin man in a dark blue suit with a striped shirt stood next to him. “My name is Ryan,” the man said, holding out a plate with a few small fried bits of meat and sauce on it.

Kevin took one piece from the plate. “Kevin.” Then he popped it into his mouth. “Good.”

“So many choices,” Ryan, said smiling. “I work in the banking industry. I’m visiting from England.”

“Do they serve a lot of alligator in England?” Kevin flashed his winning smile and they both laughed.

“No.”

There was an awkward silence and Kevin put his plate on the table. “I bet you’re tense from the cramped flight over.”

Ryan smiled. “Yes, I am actually.”

“Would you like to go upstairs? I might be able to work out some of those kinks.”

“I’d love to.”

Kevin led Ryan to one of the entertainment rooms, flipping the star over so they wouldn’t be disturbed and closing the door behind them.

Falling to his knees in front of Kevin, Ryan reached up, putting his hand on Kevin’s hard cock and pressing on it through his pants. He undid Kevin’s zipper and pulled his tight leather shorts down. His rock-hard cock bobbed before them, the tip already wet in anticipation. Ryan grasped the base of Kevin’s shaft in one hand, then took the crown of Kevin’s cock into his mouth. He licked the shaft on the vein tentatively at first, then slid his wet lips up and down, sucking hard.

“Take it,” Kevin said in a low direct voice, guiding Ryan’s head up his cock so almost the entire shaft was engulfed by his opening.

Ryan picked up the speed of his strokes, using his tongue to apply pressure to the length of Kevin’s cock as he sucked harder. Ryan pulled Kevin’s cock out of his mouth, holding it firmly in one hand, and licked from the base of Kevin’s balls to the crown. Ryan cupped his free hand over Kevin’s balls, giving them a tentative squeeze, and Kevin groaned. Ryan squeezed harder, applying an even pressure as he licked a circular pattern around Kevin’s cock.

“Suck, Ryan,” Kevin ordered, pushing on the back of his head.

He obeyed, taking Kevin’s cock back into his mouth and stroking it rhythmically. Kevin bucked forward, thrusting deep into his throat three times, then came hard.

Kevin reached down to Ryan’s crotch, cupping his hand over his cock. He was rock hard and the skin on his hands was silky smooth.

He grinned as he pulled Kevin toward him, grabbing him by his wrists. His tongue licked Kevin’s neck, starting at his ear and working its way down to his pecs. His crotch ground into Kevin’s as his teeth bit into his nipples.

Ryan released Kevin’s wrists and tossed him down on his stomach onto the bed. His tongue licked, his lips sucked, his teeth bit as his hands forced Kevin’s legs open.

He quickly found Kevin’s hole and worked it in small circles. He was moist from sweat and excitement. He wanted to be fucked.

“Fuck me,” Kevin ordered, pushing his butt against Ryan’s hand.

Ryan slipped one finger inside his hungry hole.

“More.” Kevin groaned.

Ryan pumped three fingers in and out of Kevin’s chute and pressed his upper body hard against him.

Kevin moved his hips in time with Ryan’s strokes.

“More,” he moaned.

Ryan reached into the bedside table, pulled out the bottle of Elbow Grease, and flipped up the top. He squeezed a generous amount of the lube over his hand as his fingers continued to work in and out of Kevin’s hole.

He groaned, then positioned his cock to enter Kevin.

For a brief moment, Kevin felt the pressure, the tight pulling of his anal flesh as Ryan’s big cock pushed to enter him. Kevin held his breath, bore down, meeting his gentle inward thrust, and his cock went all the way into his ass.

Kevin exhaled as every nerve ending in his body became electrified. Ryan started moving inside him, sending shock waves of intense pleasure through him. He gradually increased the power of his thrusts.

Kevin’s asshole stretched and tingled, ached and throbbed. Ryan used his free hand to work Kevin’s cock as he continued to thrust deep inside him.

Kevin came hard, his asshole clenching around Ryan’s cock as his whole body shook with the overload of sensation. Ryan came a few seconds later, thrusting deeper into Kevin as he held him by his hips.

They lay there a few minutes before Ryan pulled out slowly. “I’m going to get cleaned up,” Ryan said, grabbing his pants and pulling a folded bill from the pocket. “For you, Kevin,” he said as he placed the tip on the nightstand and headed for the bathroom. He paused with his hand on the door. “I do hope to see you again when I return in two weeks.” Smiling, he shut the door behind him.

Kevin grabbed the tip, a $100 bill, pulled his shorts on, then headed for the changing room to clean up. Steve was there when he arrived. “Having fun?”

“Actually, yes, more than I thought I would,” Kevin said.

Steve smiled, checked himself in the mirror, then headed for the door.

“Steve, you know, if there’s room, I’d love to be a regular at these parties.”

“I am sure Daddy has room for one more lost boy,” Steve said with a wink, then closed the door behind him.

Best Little Whorehouse

Jay Starre

Bobby Burns had just turned eighteen when he met Reginald James Howard III. It was summer, and he had taken a break from his job on a ranch to visit the big city of Houston, Texas.

Bobby was strolling the downtown streets, craning his head upward in awe at the incredible height of the office towers above him, when he bumped right into Reginald Howard.

“Hey, cowboy, better watch where you’re going.” Reginald laughed, taking hold of Bobby’s substantial biceps with a firm grip.

Their eyes met, and that was it. Bobby took off his cowboy hat and began to apologize in a rush, while Reginald stood with a quiet grin and surveyed this teenage hunk in front of him.

“You can call me Reggie. Or how about boss? Want a job?” he finally asked when he could get a word in.

Bobby had to say yes. He was in awe of the handsome young city slicker in the fancy suit and tie. Reggie Howard was suave and tanned with perfectly combed blond hair, a smooth white smile, and soft brown eyes. The dude seemed to be everything Bobby was not, mature for his age, confident, and rich.

Bobby immediately moved to Reggie’s sprawling ranch. On the outskirts of Houston not far from Bobby’s own small hometown, it was light-years from the life Bobby had led so far. Bobby had ostensibly been hired to care for Reggie’s stable of blue-blood horses, but it took Reggie less than twenty-four hours to offer Bobby added duties.

“Would you like to earn a regular bonus?” Reggie asked. It was Bobby’s second day on the job and Reggie had strolled out to the horse stalls to check up on his teen employee.

“Sure,” Bobby agreed enthusiastically. He was eager to please his new boss.

Reggie’s suave grin remained in place as he pulled the mystified youth over to an abandoned stall, freshly bedded with redolent straw. He was still smiling as he gently pressed Bobby’s shoulders down, compelling him to kneel in front of him. Reggie gazed down at the look of innocence on the young cowboy’s face and realized he just had to shove his dick between the lush, parted lips.

Bobby was taken completely by surprise as his new employer unzipped his fancy pants and pulled out a swollen dick. Bobby’s blue eyes grew wide as he gawked at the stiffening meat waving in front of his nose. Bobby could smell it, clean but musky like a man’s dick should be.

“Come on, Bobby. Lick it. Open those sweet lips and suck dick. I know you’ll like it,” Reggie urged, shoving his hips forward and rubbing the hard flesh against Bobby’s cheek.

Bobby had no qualms about doing just that. Although it would be his first time, he wanted to please Reggie, and he was springing a boner of his own just smelling the big one in his face. He opened up his mouth and closed his eyes. He shook all over when the warm dickhead plunged between his lips.

He gagged, and choked at first, then slurped it up, revelling in the silky feel of it, the hardness and the sticky taste of stuff oozing out of the slit on the bulbous head. He reached out and clutched at Reggie’s firm butt. It was meaty and full, pumping steadily as the businessman drove his dick in and out of Bobby’s mouth.

Bobby was possessed by a passion he hadn’t realized he was capable of. He ripped down Reggie’s pants and underwear, his hands roaming all over the man’s crotch and ass. He moaned as he rolled Reggie’s big balls in his hands, slid his fingers between Reggie’s parted thighs, and found the warm flesh between his clamped butt cheeks. Reggie had a big butt, although it was hard with muscle. Bobby avidly stroked the down-covered cheeks, but his attention was centered on the dick in his mouth. It was stiff as a fencepost and rapidly plying his tonsils, oozing pre-cum continually.

“Good job, Bobby,” Reggie huffed, his breathing as rapid as his pistoning dick.

He gazed down at the cowboy on his knees in the horse stall. His thick mane of auburn hair was in disarray, his cowboy hat discarded on the floor. Bobby’s full lips were spread wide, Reggie’s glistening shaft drilling in and out. Bobby’s eyes were closed, which Reggie found fetching.

Reggie realized he probably had a virgin, and he was intrigued by the very thought of it. He wanted Bobby naked, and he wanted his butt. He wanted it, so he took it.

“Get your clothes off, Bobby. I want your sweet ass,” Reggie ordered breathlessly, pulling his dick out of Bobby’s mouth.

Bobby opened his eyes and looked up at his blond employer. Although he was only about a half dozen years older, he seemed to be a man where Bobby felt like he was still a boy. He could not disobey him, and besides, he was getting paid. He reckoned he had to oblige.

Bobby rolled backward onto the hay and began to strip. He lifted his legs and pulled off his cowboy boots, then skinned out of his tight jeans and underwear. Reggie hovered over him, stroking his dick, his own pants and silk underwear down around his knees. He was still wearing his dress shirt and tie, since he had been on his way to work. He licked his lips as Bobby lifted his muscular thighs to pull off his underwear, displaying a rippled stomach with a rock-hard dick bouncing against it. But what sent a shiver of lust though the oil tycoon was the glimpse of Bobby’s snug asshole between his upraised thighs.

Reggie shoved his pants down to his ankles and dropped to his knees over the half-naked Bobby. The cowboy was attempting to remove his shirt when Reggie seized Bobby’s hips and shoved them backward. Bobby’s white butt rose up in the air between them. Reggie looked down at a pair of hairless buns, equally hairless balls, and a swollen dick. He gasped at the sight of that puckered asshole, quivering as Bobby’s body shook with a mixture of fear and excitement. Reggie had to touch it. He poked a finger at the hole, ramming the digit between the tight ass lips and into the heated love tunnel beyond.

Bobby squealed like a stuck pig. His thighs were crunched up against his chest and his shirt was tangled around his head and shoulders. He couldn’t see what was going on. But the sensation of air on his naked ass and the painful aching of a finger rammed up his tight chute had been pleasing in a nasty way.

“I ain’t never done it before,” he shouted. His voice rose several octaves with the sharp ache of that intrusion, though his dick continued to jerk lustily between his spread legs.

Reggie snorted out a rude laugh. He was intrigued by the feeling of his finger inside Bobby’s tight hole and the way the cowboy was squirming. He didn’t want to hurt the teen, but he had to have that butthole. He spat down on the hairless opening and worked the saliva into Bobby’s hole. This elicited a low moan and a grunt from Bobby’s shirt-entangled face. That was better than the yelp he’d hollered earlier, Reggie thought.

“I’m going to bust this cherry of yours today, Bobby. Your new duties will include getting a dick up the butt on a regular basis,” Reggie drawled.

Bobby managed to untangle his shirt from his body and gazed up at the blond businessman. He was so damn good-looking, his amber eyes were kind, and he seemed a great dude. Reggie’s finger was beginning to feel good up Bobby’s throbbing bunghole. Bobby impulsively clutched his own thighs and pulled them apart, thinking that he could open up his asshole a bit that way. It worked.

“Yeah, cowboy. Spread those legs. Open up your tight slot for me,” Reggie crooned, his powerful lust negating any inhibitions he had about porking a virgin teen who worked for him.

He spat on the hole again and worked in another finger, the tight orifice expanding with the parting of the cowboy’s thighs and Bobby’s increasing stimulation. Still, it was a tight fit, and Reggie loved every spasm of the clamping anal lips over his probing fingers.

He had to have his dick up there. “I’m going to fuck your virgin ass. You want that?” he asked, his soft eyes boring into Bobby’s glittering blue ones.

Bobby nodded silently, not yet able to speak the nasty words out loud, although Reggie’s lewd language was exciting him.

Reggie had not lost his head entirely. He reached down into his tangled pants and found his wallet. Inside he had a condom, which he quickly pulled out and rolled over his dick. Then he scooted up between the eighteen-year-old’s parted thighs and pointed his rod directly at the spit-wet butt entrance. Two of his fingers were buried to the knuckle, but even together they weren’t as large as the shaft eager to replace them. Reggie withdrew his fingers, watching as the stretched ass ring clamped back down tightly. He was shaking more than the young cowboy as he planted the head of his dick at the snug fuck entrance. He gobbed more spit down, the juicy lube landing on his dickhead and the puckered asshole. He began to shove, but it was so constricting he slid away, his dickhead rubbing against the butt crack raised up in front of him.

Reggie grabbed hold of Bobby’s hips and held them firm, again pointing his dick at the hole between the quaking buns. “Hold still. I’m going to pork your ass, no matter how tight a fit it is!”

Bobby put his hands on his own butt cheeks and yanked them apart, hoping in that way to open up for the dick poking at his hole. He wanted it; his asshole was hot and throbbing and it felt great when Reggie shoved at it with his dickhead. But he wasn’t sure if the big thing was going to fit up the tight tunnel of his virgin asshole.

Reggie held his dick against the squishy fuckhole. The puckered lips were beginning to open up, and he pressed just a bit while he allowed Bobby to squirm and groan beneath him. He held the teen’s ass firmly, and all that wiggling served to drive the tip of his dick halfway past the muscled assrim. Bobby grunted loudly and really began to squirm.

“Oh man, your dick is so big. It feels like you got a fence post up there!” he squealed.

“I don’t even have the head inside yet. Your butthole has gotta open up more than that,” Reggie groaned. His excitement increased as his dickhead was squeezed by the snug orifice clamping over it. He couldn’t control himself any longer. He took a deep breath and shoved.

Half his dick went up Bobby’s butthole in that one thrust.

“OOOHHH! NOOOO! Goddamn! Your dick is up my asshole!” the young cowboy shouted, his face beet red, his eyes squinted in pain.

Reggie was nuts now that his dick was buried in Bobby’s butt-oven. He began to fuck the lad with abandon, driving his rod deep, pulling almost all the way out, then ramming back in. Bobby kept up a staccato grunting of both “noes” and “yesses” while tossing his head from side to side and holding his own butt cheeks apart for the first porking of his life.

Reggie pummelled Bobby’s butt, driving himself to a wild orgasm. The clinging fuckhole massaged his bone unbearably, squeezing it with irresistible heat. He yanked it out at the last minute, whipped off the condom, and ejaculated all over the cowboy’s ass crack. Bobby had been driven close to the edge himself and when he looked up and saw Reggie’s swollen dickhead spewing nutcream all over him, his own balls emptied. His aching asshole clenched around the emptiness it suddenly felt. The rampaging dick that had just been inside it was now shooting gooey cream while Reggie rocked with gasping emotion.

Bobby’s dick hadn’t even been touched, but the sensation of a gut-wrenching assfuck had been enough to get him off. Lying back on the clean straw, his body sprawled out beneath his boss’s spewing dick was an awesome moment. Bobby felt as if he could come forever.

But he had to dress and get back to work. Reggie kissed him affectionately and promised him a fat bonus for his extra labor. Bobby rubbed his aching butt and grinned as he returned to work.