BH-6108 Soldiers of Sodom
Soldiers of Sodom
Brandon House
BH-6108
Jonathan Martin
$1.95
Soldiers of Sodom
Brandon House
BH-6108
Jonathan Martin
$1.95
Prologue
The hotel room off Jackson Street was shabbily furnished—a wide bed, nightstand with cracked water pitcher and tin basin, one rickety chair, and a fitfully flaring lamp. A naked, muscularly heavy middle-aged man watched avidly as a tall, handsome young man, his face impassive, stripped off his clothes. Slowly, the older man licked his lips.
“Frank said he had a good one for me, but he didn’t tell the half of it.” He reached out to fondle the young man’s massive hanging genitals. “No need to be nervous, honey,” he murmured as the youth involuntarily tensed. “Frank told me you’re new at the game.” He pushed the youth back on the bed, his blunt fingers massaging the responding, thickly stiffening shaft. “I’ve seen ‘em big, but never like this,” he muttered.
The youth shuddered as hot lips blazed a sensual Trail over his heaving chest, down and down, nearer and nearer the burningly ready vein-corded cock.
A long, shuddering sigh, when the greedy mouth descended, engorged, and hungrily devoured the long length of adamantine lance. The dark head rose and fell, gasping breath muffled by the infilling, glutting, congested cock, lips tight-pressed around straining manhood. Then the cock swelled to its utmost and the man’s mouth and throat was filled, chokingly flooded with sweet, sticky outpouring semen. He sucked greedily, savoring the ambrosial stream, while the young man’s sweat-streaked, heaving body ground writhingly against the bed.
“Now,” the man groaned, “take me.”
Without an interval, the youth heaved his naked body upward, pushed the man back, and roughly turned him on his belly. For a moment he seemed to see another, a younger more handsome body, beneath him and his mouth twisted in bitterness.
“What are you waiting for? Take me hard,” the older man commanded and the momentary vision vanished.
The youth’s semen-lubricated cock probed between smooth, softly fleshy mounds, found the eagerly receptive entrance and plunged deeply, powerfully, into the outstretched naked body. A steady but accelerating rise and lowering, forward thrust, backward pull, driving strokes, matted pubic hair meeting upward rearing buttocks.
The massively huge, oak-hard long cock was nearly more than the man could take, his hoarse cries were a mingling of pain and pleasure, but his twisting body demanded utmost penetration.
Breathing a rasping gasp, sweat pouring from his young flesh to besprinkle the writhing body which ensheathed his thrusting spear, the youth poundingly drove the man towards ecstatic climax.
Thrust, withdraw, and the cock plunged deeper and deeper, until explosively, rigid in release, the monstrous shaft jerking in a rhythm of its own, the young man poured his second climax into the waiting receptacle even as the man’s own ejaculation stained the sheet beneath him. The silence was broken only by the gradually subsiding gasps of intermingled naked bodies. Then, with a satisfied, shuddering sigh, the man shifted and sat on the edge of the bed. Cleaning himself with a grimy towel, he grinned and looked at the youth who lay with his face to the wall. “Man, that was worth every cent of it. You’ll be hearing from me again, real soon.”
Dressed, he put a gold coin on the nightstand, then frowned as he looked down at the still motionless youth. “Hell, you could be a little more friendly, couldn’t you?” Then his face softened. “I don’t know what got you started, kid, but it couldn’t have been that bad, could it?”
After the man had left, the youth slowly traced his long fingers over his face almost as if it were unfamiliar to him. He looked down at his lean, muscular body. It, too, was a stranger. It had been, he thought, a long journey to this room in San Francisco and softly he began to cry.
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