AGR-181 Foreign Parts
Foreign Parts
Adam’s Gay Readers
AGR-181
Andrew Martin
$3.95
Excerpt
“I want that juice, Nick. Feed me your dick. Let me suck you as you spurt.”
Nick didn’t say anything, but kept pound his pud. I did feel him rise up a little and then a little more. Fortunately my cock was shrinking or he would have had to hit his head on the roof of the limo.
He turned around, a sublime look on his face. I knew that look. The kind of ecstasy that flows through your body just before you’re going to blow it. He rotated on the balls of his feet. Fortunately the ride was smooth at that point. He shoved his meat forward. I closed around the head, feeling the tab of skin at the back of his cockhead against my lips.
Then he jammed forward. I had to slap my palms against his stomach to prevent him from coming out the back of my head.
But he did cum. Dollops of sweep boy cream flooded my mouth. I could feel each heavy eruption as it squirted out. The contractions were quick at first. Then they slowed down. The car stopped suddenly, his spouting meat poked the back of my head, sputtered another couple of times, then ceased.
“We’re here.”
I didn’t know where here was, but he seemed in a hurry to put himself back together again. I followed his example, my meat relaxed and sated for the moment. “Where is here?”
“My Uncle’s. Be nice to him. And he’ll be nice to you.”
It sounded to me like my Pan was a panderer for his Uncle. Some fat, greasy Greek with a heavy garlic breath and a penchant for “little boys.”
“Uh, I have to get back…”
“But not before you meet my Uncle. He will be glad for me. Maybe you could stay the night.”
Nick’s hands closed around my wrists. I was truly frightened then, with images of being sold into sex slavery and kept behind locked doors as dirty old men had their way with me.
When the chauffeur opened the door, he seemed to leer at me. Was I going to become a sex object to half of Greece?
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