M-60733 The Gay Kidnappers

Excerpt

Roger congratulated Carlos on his selection and said Juan would be the best bait possible. Carlos felt proud. Juan wondered what it was they were talking about, although he knew it was about him.

Sean reached over and rubbed his palm around Juan’s instep. The big youngster looked over at the slender warm face which had just taken his load. His cock twitched. Sean was reclining on his ass and brought his knees up in the air to expose his ass.

Juan moved forward and brought his body off the couch onto the floor on his knees. He maneuvered his way between Sean’s legs. Juan was flabbergasted at what Sean did. He stretched his ass deliberately. He puckered it out and kept expanding it outward. It was as if he was automatically beginning to turn his whole body inside out. It expanded its tiny opening, the deep red color turning to purple. The hue of the exposed flesh testified to the fact that it was usually not on the outside.

Juan’s long cock grew heavy and he supported his hot meaty stalk with his hand. Sean’s feet were swaying on either side of Juan’s head when the lean youth pressed his knees up against the exposed rear of Sean’s thighs. He grasped one swinging ankle in his hand and circled his cock with the other. His fascinated eyes stared at the rosette of the target. He aimed the head of his cock for the gaping hole. The round opening beckoned to him by flexing; it went tight, then loose, tight, loose. Sean impudently thrust his ass toward the loaf-like cock.

With a throaty murmur of lust, Juan squeezed the ankle in his hand and used Sean’s leg as a handle to maneuver his ass to the desired angle. His body pushed the head of his swollen cock which felt its way around the self-lubricated opening.

Sean willed his body to imprison that steaming hot cock. Juan was fired to new lust as he felt the heat of Sean’s flesh warming his straining prick. He eased it into the generous opening. His body tingled as he felt the sphincter working its way around the head of his cock, playing on it like a potter’s fingers on clay.