Man and Two Boys

Excerpt

The man—the cocksucker—was a big husky guy, about 20. He had a fat prong, just about rigid while he performed. The boy who was getting it was a good-looking, sturdy kid, 14, Barry estimated. From the expression on his face, you could see that he loved getting a blow job. He kept shoving his rod down the guy’s throat, and the cocksucker wasn’t complaining.

The third member of the trio seemed even younger. He didn’t have much hair around his joint, but it was standing up, solid. Impatiently awaiting his turn. Barry had heard stories about men who would do that to a guy. But he’d never had his own heavy whang sucked. His bathing trunks were shrinking or Barry was expanding. Like an accordion, at crotch level.

Abruptly, the cocksucker pushed the boy away, even though Barry felt sure the kid hadn’t shot. Now he was positive. The boy’s reddened rod waved in the air, rock-hard, full of juice. The man went down on the younger boy briefly. Then they stood together, the prick-eater in the center. As if they were posing. The man pressed the boys’ hands on his nuts, and his buzzer stood up as stiff and firm as theirs.