MDB-39 Daddy’s Bad Boy and Black Stud Marine

Black Stud Marine

FOREWORD

Buck Stetson’s huge black cock twitched and spasmed as he stared lustily and sexily down at the gasping sandy-haired white boy.

“You want my cock, boy?” Buck asked hoarsely. “You want to suck my cock?”

He pulled his fingers out of Billy’s mouth. They were wet with spit. He wiped them off in the kid’s hair and put his hand beneath Billy’s chin, tilting his head up.

“Y-Yes s-sir…” Billy croaked.

Buck grinned lewdly and fisted his huge, heavy eleven inch donkey dong. He swung it arrogantly back and forth in front of the sandy-haired youth’s flushed face. Then, he leaned his hips forward and used the big meat as a cudgel, swiping it against Billy’s cheeks, slapping his face with the big prick. He smeared his pre-come all over the boy’s face; on his nose, on his cheeks, all over his lips…

Billy was moaning and shuddering with passion, letting his mouth yawn open like a baby bird waiting for a worm. His wet tongue slid out wantonly, and Buck pushed the greasy knob of his dick onto it. The tongue squirmed and squelched eagerly all around the puckered piss slit and the surrounding pulpy flesh. Billy tasted the spicy taste of pre-come, savoring it, his mouth watering even more.

Buck slid his hand around the back of Billy’s neck and applied pressure.

“Take me, boy,” he ordered huskily. “Take my cock in your faggot mouth…”

Daddy’s Bad Boy

Foreword

Brad Anderson was normally an extremely self-confident man. But now he felt uncomfortable and out of place. He had the feeling that he was a stranger in a strange land.

He wasn’t really sure why he’d come into the theater, but he couldn’t deny that the image on the screen excited him. A naked youth was shackled to a post and there was a handsome man behind the youth thrusting his hard cock in and out of the young man’s asshole.

Brad Anderson felt his cock swell as he watched the picture.

It was the sort of thing that he’d never have believed would excite him, and even though he tried to deny reality in his mind, there was no getting around what was happening in his pants.

He closed his eyes for a moment.

His mind gave him an image similar to the one on the screen, but it was he who was ramming his cock into the tight asshole of a young man. It was an image Brad found hard to accept.

But the most disturbing thing about his mental picture was the young man tied to the post.