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AC-112 Stud Joint
Stud Joint
Adonis Classics
AC-112
Ross Holden
$2.25
Excerpt
Now Tim leaned forward, his hands resting on the floor, the light from the fireplace dancing on the sheen of sweat covering his chest. Grinding his groin against Ray’s face, he forced his cock deeply into the gasping man’s throat, sawing it back and forth with near jackhammer speed. His balls slapped wetly against Ray’s chin where the combined spittle and sperm had smeared over his lips. The curly hairs at the base of his cock ground against his seducer’s nose.
When the boy sat back, Ray felt Tim’s cock slide against the roof of his mouth and he took the opportunity to gasp for breath. The boy was a screwing machine. He had managed to gulp for air only twice before Tim grasped him by the head and once again began to pump his slithering prick in and out of the tiring lips.
Ray’s eyes widened with surprise as he saw the spastic contractions jerking across the boy’s abdomen. Then, once more his mouth was flooded with foaming come. It came too fast for him to swallow. He could feel it sliding slickly from the corners of his mouth, running down his chin to pool in the hollow of his neck. The boy was thrusting into him so wildly now that his cock had become dislodged and slid greasily against his cheek. He felt a jet of sperm spatter against his eyelid and drip down into his ear. Twisting his head to the side, he again caught the fountaining cock, his mouth working steadily now, sucking hard as the spurting flood began to diminish.
Even when his climax had passed, Tim continued to thrust into Ray’s mouth. Finally Ray had to push him away.
“My God,” the older man said, wiping the slickness away from the corner of his eye. He gasped for breath for a moment as he sat up. Then he looked up at the boy—Tim now sat on Ray’s crotch, the perspiration-sheened cheeks of his ass cradling Ray’s heavy erection-and said, “How long can you keep that up?”
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