Vintage Pulp and Original Gay Erotica
Foreword
He was sure as hell doing a good job on my cock. He was dragging it deep down like he was inhaling a joint, and his tongue was moving around, getting the feel of my cock, and his teeth were lightly grazing the sides, not hurting it at all, just making it feel real fine.
I grabbed his head and shoved it down harder on my cock. I wanted to come now. I wanted the pleasure of coming into that motherfucker’s mouth. I wanted to spurt a glob of cum for each fucking pass of mine he had missed, pound his throat for every fucking pass of mine he had dropped on purpose. I wanted my revenge on Willie, and I wanted it in his mouth!
“I’m going to come soon, Willie,” I told him. “And when I do, boy, you are fucking going to swallow every drop if it, you hear me?”
He started sucking harder.
“Every drop, Willie. You’re going to swallow every drop of your quarterback’s cum and you’re going to love it, Willie. For once in your fucking life I’m going to throw something your way that you’re not going to drop, you understand me?”
“Me too,” said Moose in his usual articulate manner.
“Hear that, Willie? Moose is going to come, too. Right in that tight asshole of yours. It’s going to be a double coming, Willie—in your honor. Because you’re going to finally get team spirit, Willie my friend!”
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