P-221 Party Boy
Party Boy
Parisian Press
P-221
Jim Carey
$2.25
Excerpt
“This is how you fuck young boy’s ass,” said Mike.
He was exciting us, but also himself. He drove without any more regard for Al now, drove harder and harder, pinning that poor young kid against the shower wall. Al’s hands were stretched out to right and left, holding to the wall, but he just had to take that pummeling.
“Coming, coming,” said Mike.
His face took on a fierce expression. He made one last desperate plunge, and that was it He rested there, impaled in that beautiful ass. He didn’t move as the spurts rocked his body, pouring into Al’s ass. Al didn’t move either. It was some sight
“Ouch, that hurts,” said Al when Mike pulled out without warning.
“Into each life some rain must fall,” said Mike.
Al didn’t have time to cum around before another cock started banging his ass. Bobby was driving without any regard for Al’s sensitivity, just plunging in and out like a piston. It didn’t take him long to leave his load inside Al. Naturally, Ralph followed, using the same motion, giving Al’s ass another pummeling, although I must admit from what I could see Al didn’t seem to object or even mind. In fact sometimes I got the feeling that his gorgeous ass was almost reaching out for the cock as it came plunging into him. Ralph came in about the same time as Bobby.
“Don’t tell me you’re gonna try for three?” said Mike.
He was talking to Johnny, who’d come twice in Al’s mouth. Even after that second coming, he hadn’t lost his hard-on. His shapely young cock was pushing its way into Al’s ass now, pushing smoothly and steadily in, all the way in.
“Three at least,” he said.
That was a beautiful sight, that pretty longhaired blond plunging steadily into that white ass of Al’s, with Al’s black curls in contrast to Johnny’s almost girlish long blond hair.
“Al, I’d never need a woman if I could have this all the time,” Johnny said.
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