101-36 Forbidden Fruit
Forbidden Fruit
101
101-36
Floyd Carter
$1.50
Forbidden Fruit
101
101-36
Floyd Carter
$1.50
Excerpt:
Sleep was near impossible on the rattling, swerving train. I managed to doze only for a short time even after the gabbing stopped. I was lying there watching the stars through the moonlit window when I heard a soft whisper.
“Randy?”
“Yeah.”
That was all that was said. I didn’t even know who had called his name. But a moment later, there was a soft rustling, and I saw the man climb out of the bottom bunk across from Rich’s and quietly climb up into the top bunk above him. His nakedness fairly gleamed in the bright moonlight. In the shadows of the top bunk, I could see the movement of the two men with the white man hovering over Randy’s prone body. Sweat poured from my brow as I realized what was about to happen, and I wondered if Rich was asleep, or whether he was lying awake as was I.
There was a moment’s hesitation, then a muffled groan as the man’s well-formed hips moved slightly and Randy’s darker ones jutted upward. Then came the silent penetration, not even their breathing to be heard. The man lay his body flat on top of Randy, and slowly began pumping his hips up and down. I was able to tell, by then, who it was pouring it to him…
Jerry McCutcheon.
As I watched the orgy before my very eyes, I felt my own body respond rigidly, and I half-hoped that Rich was awake and watching. It just might give him some ideas. I smiled in the darkness as I pictured the whole damned compartment in a wild orgy.
McCutcheon was either short-winded or they were striving to reach their peak as quickly as possible under the cramped circumstances.
I detected the heavy, ragged breathing, and saw the pale hips pumping faster and faster, now making soft sounds as flesh smacked against flesh.
Randy was stifling one continuous groan in the pillow as his own hips writhed and wiggled and jutted backwards to meet the thrusts of his assailant. Suddenly, there was a muffled gasp as McCutcheon slammed himself down like a pile driver. Randy emitted a pained outcry into his pillow, and continued to groan as McCutcheon ground his hips against his vulnerable buttocks. In that position they remained, one writhing mass of male flesh, each pouring out his lust.
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