HT-133 Boys Will Be Boys

Excerpt

Dirk opened his eyes wide as the penis slid into him. He drew in breath for a cry, but Smythe clapped his hand across the boy’s mouth, and Dirk soundlessly screamed against his palm.

Smythe pulled almost all the way out, and slammed home again. His balls slapped against Dirk’s ass. He began fucking in earnest, settling down to an even, steady rhythm. His gasps were loud in Dirk’s ear.

Dirk’s cock was being ground against the edge of the desk with every one of Smythe’s thrusts. He bit his lip and concentrated on keeping his penis from being squashed completely. In this way, Smythe insured that the boy would fuck back at him.

He had let go of Dirk’s mouth and again buried his hand in the boy’s hair. With his free hand, he reached around and grasped Dirk’s shaft. He began roughly jerking the boy off.

Dirk squirmed and panted as the cock inside his anus slammed repeatedly into his prostate and the skilled fingers skimming along his shaft made him hard and horny. His breath was coming unevenly now, and the light danced before his eyes. His hips moved faster; his sphincter closed tightly around the penis inside it and squeezed.

The hand left his hair. Fingers began stroking and pinching his nipples, and the other hand never left off sliding up and down his turgid shaft. The cock inside him moved more swiftly and roughly, causing a groan to escape his lips.

Smythe had his eyes closed. His testicles had drawn up tight and hard against his pelvic cavity. His cock throbbed and thrummed. It was getting painful, yet still he held out. He wanted to enjoy every last second of his subjugation of the boy.

Nature, however, took control. Unable to hold back any longer, Smythe gave a strangulated cry and clutched Dirk close to him. His body shuddered and shook, and he began filling the boy’s anus with hot, creamy cum.