Vintage Pulp and Original Gay Erotica
Excerpt
His face taut with lust and concentration, Faison began battering against the boy’s prostate. He felt the tightness, the hotness and the sticky blood, and felt like shouting with triumph. The combined sensations were making him sweat and shudder, and he knew he was not far from ejaculation.
He looked down into Shane’s face. Shane stared back at him, his eyes cloudy and dazed. Grinning, Faison delivered another few mighty thrusts. He clenched his teeth and gripped Shane’s legs harder.
Panting, he came, the force of his climax causing the hot cum to spill over and run down Shane’s asscrack.
Slowing, finally stopping, Faison tried gently to disengage from Shane. With a cry, Shane tightened his sphincter. He did not want to go through the pain of the withdrawal any more than he had wanted to be raped. Faison continued to pull out, Shane holding on for dear life. Finally, Faison brutally jerked free, letting go of Shane completely. Shane rolled over onto his side and sobbed.
Faison lay beside him, leaning up on one elbow and stroking Shane’s side. He let the boy cry for awhile, then put his arms around him. He pulled Shane against him and held him. Shane suddenly whirled around and threw both arms around Faison and continued crying. With a sigh, Faison let him cry himself out.
Gradually, Shane’s sobs died away. He lay still in Faison’s arms, and Faison realized he had fallen asleep again. Gently, he put the boy from him and rose to his feet. He frowned at the blood in the bed, blood from Shane’s re-opened arm wound, and from his ass.
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