AC-285 Snuff Boy

Excerpt

“Pass it here and get on your stomach.”

Joey rolled over in bed, belly down. Gerald, still hard, took the tube of lubricant and anointed his cock. He next took one of the pillows and shoved it under Joey in order to prop his ass higher.

Gerald rubbed some lubricant over the ass crack near his target. Joey squirmed at his touch. He almost jumped as Gerald fucked a finger with some gook into his asshole. He worked another finger in and massaged the boy’s asshole, loosening his fuckhole for the onslaught. Joey clutched the other pillow near his head as Gerald’s fingers probed and soothed. Then Gerald positioned himself, guiding his cock to the boy’s asshole, a faintly loving yet somewhat contemptuous smile on his face.

He fucked into Joey’s greasy asshole slowly, inch by inch, and once all the way inside, stopped and waited until the tenseness left Joey’s body. Then he started to fuck like a jackhammer.

“My God! Take it easy!” Joey complained.

Gerald paid no attention to the boy’s protests. After all, he had asked to be fucked and Gerald was going to fuck him royally. The bed springs creaked in tune with Gerald’s fucking. Joey started to respond, raising his ass an inch or two to meet each fuck-plunge.

“You’re nice and tight,” Gerald complimented the boy.

“I’ve got good ass muscles.”

“Then squeeze those buns, baby, squeeze those buns!”

Gerald weaved his hand under Joey’s body and clasped the head of his prick with his fingers as tightly closed as possible without causing pain. Joey’s cock began to swell. Gerald was on his knees fucking the propped-up ass. With his other hand, he grabbed Joey’s balls and fondled them. Joey grunted each time Gerald shoved his cock in up to the balls.

“What the fuck you tryin’ to do?” Joey bellowed after several deep fuck-thrusts. “Split me up the middle?” ’

Gerald just kept pounding away. His fucking had become an attack. A rape! Gerald knew what he was doing. He was showing Joey, who had hinted he wasn’t a complete man after the New York preview failure, that he was still a man and that he could fuck just as well as before, even better, despite his career problems.

Joey was no dummy. He sensed what Gerald was doing in his relentless, vicious onslaught of ass-fucking.

“You’re raping me!”

Gerald laughed cruelly. He was almost insane.

“You’re not fucking me like I want!” Joey bellowed. “You’re raping me! You’re killing me! Ease up, Gerald!”