M-195-14 Boys In the Bed
Boys in the Bed
M-195-14
Midwood
Niko Stavros
$1.95
Boys in the Bed
M-195-14
Midwood
Niko Stavros
$1.95
Excerpt
“Todd, let me up. What’s the matter with you?”
“I hate cowards, that’s what’s the matter. And you’re one, too.”
The square face crumpled and gazed pleadingly at him, but it only made the hot acid of Todd’s anger burn stronger. That big, burly, all-American face—husband and father, up-and-coming young businessman. The face in the grandstand or at the ringside that the television camera catches for a fleeting instant. The face of the tortured man with secret longings that he tries his best to force from his mind.
“Now. Now, Jess. Right now. Before you’re too drunk to say you didn’t know what you were doing, the way you did the other time.”
He sank low over the face and rubbed his pelvis against it, pushing and weaving until his breath quickened. He let go of Jess’s hands and opened his fly. He was ready.
Jess reached out and grabbed the offered cylinder of flesh, closing his eyes in a worshipful surrender. His lips settled over the swollen head in a roving vise. He drew on it, more like a baby drawing nourishment. Todd’s back stiffened as he felt the hot waves of response scurry through his stomach. He pushed deep into the mouth, touching the back of the throat, heedless of the struggling sound that Jess made. Poor fool—he didn’t know how to do it right yet. He was as inept as a woman, choking and fighting against the throttling male.
Yet it was a sound that fired Todd’s desire, this muffled sound of struggle. The soft moans and sighs of a woman in normal sex disgusted him and left him cold and unfulfilled. There wasn’t enough struggle against greater odds in ordinary intercourse. The gaping Venus trap of a woman—soft, pliable, stretching easily into that vast cavern. There was no challenge there, no room for fantasy. Room for everything else, a baby, even—but not room for fantasy.
Jess was drawing on his strength, the strength that he didn’t have. Todd pressed forward, clenching his teeth. “Take it, damn it, take it.”
The heat slammed through his back and rushed into his groin. The hot spurt came in shimmering blasts, receded, then came again. A powerful short tremor tore through him, then he felt the heavy pulse of satisfaction; lethargic, warm, a lazy pounding.
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