Camp Studs
Camp Studs
Thunderbolt
Anonymous
$3.95
Excerpt
The man shoved his prick through the hole, and Randy swallowed the cock-knob. The man groaned.
Randy sucked, his lips almost splitting from the stretch. He took as much of the huge cock into his mouth as he could, which was only about six inches. It was too thick to take into his throat.
“Suck that dick!” the man whispered. “Suck it, you little faggot!”
Randy was too excited to mind being called a faggot. In fact, he took a weird satisfaction in hearing himself being called that. Maybe he was a faggot, a faggot cocksucker. What did it matter what people called him—if he could feel this good?
Suddenly, he caught movement in his peripheral vision. A pair of white athletic shoes were visible under the edge of his stall door, and whoever was standing outside his stall door was raised up on the tips of his toes. Randy pulled his mouth off the cock, his heart stopping as he looked up into a face peering down at him over the top of the stall door.
Mike Thomas smiled down at his son. “Tasty, ain’t it?”
Randy couldn’t move or speak. Suddenly he was convinced he was dreaming. That huge cock throbbing through the hole at his left wasn’t real. That face smiling down at him from over the top of the stall door couldn’t be real, couldn’t be the face of his father!
“Aren’t you going to invite me in?” Mike Thomas smiled.
Randy unbolted the door. The door swung in, nearly hitting Randy, and he moved his knees to the side so the door could swing in all the way.
Mike stood there, looking down at Randy, his eyes moving to Randy’s rigid cock, which was tapping at his abdomen, halfway to his chest.
“You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for this,” Mike whispered.
He dropped to his knees, gripped Randy’s cock at the base of the shaft, kissed the head. He smiled at Randy, then opened his mouth and swallowed Randy’s cock—to the balls.
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