FL-92 Marooned Male

Excerpt

Jim sensed the boy’s crisis and knew just what to do to bring about the violent climax which would release his warm sweet juices into his eager mouth. He loved the semen wine of a passionate man. He let his tongue traverse the length of his prick… and again… and again. Johnny’s loins raised higher with each long stroke and he knew the moment was near. At the next highpoint rise of his body, he sucked his big poker-stiff cock into his wet mouth. It wasn’t as long as a good man’s penis, but it was educated in the facts of hard-core screwing. He caressed the walls of the boy’s bucking peter with its hard flicking tip. There were no secrets to a man’s cock when Jim Portola was sucking.

And then he felt it begin. From deep within Johnny’s balls, Jim could feel the contractions wracking his body. They became stronger with each spasm until Johnny’s cock smashed against his mouth, again and again, crushing his balls painfully against his teeth. He could taste the faint flavor of blood. Whether he had cut his own mouth on his teeth, or his cock had when it had gone mad, Jim didn’t know. Or care. This wild boy left no room in his mind for trivial facts. He slid his strong hands beneath the boy’s thrashing buttocks and grabbed a cheek in each hand. His lean strong fingers held fast to the flesh and pulled hard against his gyrating body. His massive head between his legs pressed downward and the frantic boy’s cock was sucked in. And still the contractions ripped through his balls.

Then came the moment for which they both waited—Johnny for the relief it gave his tormented body. Jim, for the sweet wine that welled forth from the boy’s depths. A series of small delicate inner contractions… and Johnny ceased all movement and lay exhausted, his legs far apart so that Jim might drink at will.

Jim coursed his tongue from his cock slowly, taking care to tip his prick upward. There would be no more than a spoonful of the thick sweet liquid. He didn’t intend to let it run to waste and soak into the bed covers. He slid the extra pillow quickly beneath his hips, spread his legs apart once more, and stared into the pink decanter of his anus. God, it was beautiful! He lowered his mouth onto the small hole and sucked gently at his asshole. The walls of his buttocks contracted easily beneath his practiced mouth. He sucked softly. The taste of his shit juices nearly driving his prick mad with the need of him. It hung loose and heavy between his legs, thumping and bumping against his prick as he worked to drain his lush body. When there was no more wine to nurture his soul, he raised up and moved forward above his still body.

His great dark tool swinging heavily against the boy’s legs, Jim positioned himself slowly, deliberately, above the delicate fountain from which he had just drunk. It was his turn to feed him. He placed his great cock in his anal opening and pressed. Once, twice, and then the proud head squeezed its way home. When he knew it was poised correctly, he dropped the weight of his body hard upon his, driving the huge fleshy spike home in one plunge… and he thought he would burst with the feel of it… GOD, IT WAS GOOD FUCKING A BOY’S ASS AGAIN!