Vintage Pulp and Original Gay Erotica
Foreword
I never believed I would be able to lodge that massive cock up my ass. But I did, boy, did I.
When his cock impaled me up to his balls, I let out a grunt of pain. The rogue laughed and plunged deeper.
My face lit up like a red lightbulb. It was intense the way he fucked me, being a virgin and all.
I kept telling myself I needed the pain to keep myself going.
It worked for a little while, and then his fucking intensified.
To inflame me a little, he gripped my own hardening cock.
“Fuck ya captain good now, matey, or I’ll rip off ya bloomin’ cock.”
How I love when he says that to me. It’s exactly what I want to hear.
I need his come. I want it.
It’s the source of his power.
His come plasters into my bowels. I have his power.
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