RAM-10-117 Holler Uncle
Holler Uncle
Ram Books
(same as GAY-118 & PF-122)
RAM-10-117
Roger Ward
$2.25
Excerpt
“Nice car you got here. Cost a lot, I’ll bet!” Another laugh from the front seat as more fingers crept inside his pants.
“Didn’t cost me nothin’!”
“Nah… we stoled it!” Greg tensed with apprehension. The guy beside him had found his balls and the head of his dick. He plied and squeezed gently but insistently. “You warm enough, kid?” Greg nodded quickly.
“Sure. Plenty warm… just fine, thanks!” Just then he got his first glimpse of the patch of blinking lights in the distance up ahead. He breathed a secret sigh of relief. Civilization! Earl would be waiting for him! They rode in silence for a while, the cluster of rapidly approaching neon getting closer. Then he felt the sudden swerve as the car pulled off onto the dirt of a rest stop and whirred to a halt, hidden from the road by a clump of trees. He tensed and the hand fondling his nuts squeezed tighter. Panic rose in his throat until he could almost taste it. The driver turned to face him, his chin resting on his hands atop the back of the front seat. A slow smile played across his dark, ruggedly masculine features.
“Well now… if you’re plenty warm enough then why don’t ya’ take off some of them clothes, huh?” The guy beside him, George, pulled his hands from inside his jeans and began fumbling with his belt buckle. Greg was afraid to protest but also afraid not to. As he felt the top button of his pants give way, he tried.
“Uh… please, you guys, don’t do it. Please?” He squirmed in the seat as George began unbuttoning his shirt. The driver, Tony, was avidly watching the whole scene, his eyes eating Greg’s young body alive.
“Oh, baby! Please don’t do what?” The mock tenderness in his voice was capped with another laugh. The boy stared through the windshield hopefully, the cluster of lights beckoning to him… so close but so damned far! “Please… just drop me off up ahead, okay? I’ve got somebody waiting for me there!” There was a snicker from George close to his ear as the man’s hand slipped inside of his open shirt and began to caress the hairless boy’s smooth chest and belly, his thumb flicking at the protruding nipples as he brushed over them.
Greg winced automatically, the flesh still sore from Earl’s earlier attack.
“Ummm… pretty titties. Betcha got a pretty ass, too, huh kid?”
“Yeah. Why don’t we have a look, baby?” Tony’s eyes glittered feverishly as he watched his companion’s busy hands.
“Why don’t you just be a good boy and take off all them duds, pretty boy?”
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