JS-138 Ball Boy Jock Studs

FOREWORD

Freddie groaned as he felt his ass being raped by the baseball player.

He bucked his hips back to meet Chuck’s thrusts.

Every time the jock stud pounded his meat up the tight bunghole, Freddie’s asscheeks flew back.

The solid slab of cockmeat attacked his ass again and again.

Freddie, of course, relished every last plunge.

“Ooh, yeah, kid!” Chuck grunted. “That hot ass is so tight, I’m gonna be shooting my wad soon! Yeah! Yeah!”

Freddie’s eyes rolled in the back of his head.

Pain coursed through is butt.

But the pain was a gentle throbbing that soon turned to pleasure.

The young kid’s cock was as stiff as Chuck’s.

It stuck out under his belly, a droplet of pre-come oozing from the piss-slit.

Freddie’s balls swung back and forth as he was buggered up the ass.

And there seemed to be no stopping the well-hung jock.

His hips shot forward with increasing speed.

Increasing force.

Increasing brutality.

Freddie begged for more.

“SHOVE IT UP ME!! RAPE MY TIGHT ASSHOLE!”

And Chuck Chippington did.