Vintage Pulp and Original Gay Erotica
FOREWORD
Jake Levitt fisted his huge cock and slapped it roughly back and forth across Rusty’s ass cheeks, making them burn and ache. Rusty whimpered hoarsely as he felt the fist-sized dick-knob punch hard against his aching asshole.
“Get ready, boy! This big stud’s gonna plow your faggot ass wide apart with his huge horse-cock! Yeah! I’m gonna like fuckin’ you hard, punk! I’m gonna ram it to you till you scream for me to stop!”
He was kneading and twisting Rusty’s slippery butt cheeks as he uttered these harsh words, and the dark-haired jock whimpered and squirmed in pain and trepidation, his heart pounding wildly in his chest.
Levitt tensed his hairy ass cheeks and gritted his teeth, his smoky gray eyes blazing with maniacal passion. He grunted loudly, thrusting forward savagely with his pelvis.
Rusty’s spasming, spit-slickened butthole quivered and spread around the beefy knob of Levitt’s huge horse-cock. The mountain man roared in pleasure as his dick-head and several inches of the cock shaft pumped up into the velvety glove of oven-hot flesh.
“AWWWWWWW!! N—NOOOOO!!” Rusty screamed, arching his back, his constricted throat muscles chafing painfully against the cruel rope.
Blinding jolts of agony and pain ripped through his ravaged bowels as the huge, cruel brute pounded deeper and deeper inside of him, splitting his asshole into a gaping ‘O.’
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