Punk Spunk Series Box Set
Punk Spunk Series Box Set
- TC-247 Punk Spunk
- TC-251 Teen Cream
- TC-255 Juvenile Jazz
- TC-259 Stud Starch
Trojan Classic
Rick Tulane
$4.95
Punk Spunk Series Box Set
- TC-247 Punk Spunk
- TC-251 Teen Cream
- TC-255 Juvenile Jazz
- TC-259 Stud Starch
Trojan Classic
Rick Tulane
$4.95
Punk Spunk
Foreword
They maneuvered swiftly into position, Scoey and Bobo sixty-nining, Ben fucking Scoey and sucking on Kerry. Bobo looked up from his prone position to see Scoey’s nuts above his eyes and Ben’s huge balls slapping against them with every inward stroke; Ben long dicking Scoey with every thrust—all nine and a half inches of steely prick!
Bobo reached up and captured some of the butter from Ben’s thrusting prick, then reached back between Ben’s thighs, his fingers racing along the perineal ridge and found Ben’s asshole. Ben wiggled his pounding ass to rid himself of Bobo’s finger, but Bobo was adamant and before Ben knew it, Bobo’s finger was fucking him, pushing in further with every one of Ben’s backward motions.
Suddenly, Bobo found his prostatic gland which was hard and swollen with expectation and he tickled it with his finger nail. Ben groaned out of control and sucked more furiously on Kerry’s pulsating dong, then turned to stone as he felt the vast discharge sweeping up his urethra to scream and boil into Scoey’s writhing guts.
Scoey grunted and the furious volcanic activity in his anal canal broke the seal on his semenic dam and he gushed with a roar into Bobo’s scorching throat, Scoey releasing his star burst at the same time. Kerry was right on the verge and grasped Ben’s head in his palms and took over, hunching his impossibly swollen prick into Ben’s contracting throat, then hurling his steaming barrage against Ben’s tonsils.
The spastic jerks subsided after a while and they disconnected slowly with an accumulation of satisfied moans and softly uttered curses…
Teen Cream
Foreword
Kerry and Bobo slipped off their boots and socks, then their shirts and finally skinned their tight Levi’s over their slim, trim hips, their cocks springing free as the pants lowered to mid-thigh. Then they sat on the black leather couch and finished removing their Levi’s, the leather cushions feeling slick, sinuous and cool to their beautiful, alabaster butts. Kerry reached over and grasped the enormous base of Bobo’s creamy cock and his fist rode up the half flaccid shaft, pulling the heavy foreskin over the vast, perfectly formed crown. “If you had twenty-five bucks,” Kerry said softly and huskily, “I’d gladly suck you off—or I’d pay you twenty-five for being able to do it to you!”
“Well, both of us are broke-so what are we going to do about it?” Bobo questioned with glistening eyes.
“Mr. Spaulding said he wanted us both hard-how about this?”
Kerry bent over Bobo and sucked the formidable crest into his mouth, pulling down the foreskin as he did so. He captured the rubbery helmet between his tongue and his palate and squeezed several times, excited at the way Bobo reacted immediately with a gasp. In seconds, his magnificent ten inches was throbbing in tempo and as Kerry took his mouth away, a succession of pearly droplets appeared on the deep slit of the wet, glistening crown and found their way down the huge, swollen urethra. “Now it’s your turn, Kerry!” Bobo said, “let me get at that pretty monster!”
Kerry was already stony hard and pulsating as Bobo took the giant, rosy helmet in his mouth, his fingers caressing Kerry’s bull-like testicles and making Kerry moan ecstatically as Bobo’s tongue twirled and scalded the taut, satiny crown with its outstanding, prominent corona.
Juvenile Jazz
Foreword
Teddy looked over his shoulder and saw that Gordy was indeed sucking on Kyle, so he threw caution to the winds and reversed his body so that he and Carl were in sixty-nine position. Kyle opened his eyes and peered through the kaleidoscopic spots and colors to see Teddy and Carl sucking each other’s cock. He rolled over on his back, taking Gordy with him, and cocked his knees, letting them fall apart. “Oh, Gordy,” he moaned, “that’s the end! I don’t think it’s right, but please don’t stop!”
He put his hands on the back of Gordy’s head and hunched up and down with his hips, sinking further and further into Gordy’s throat. Gordy wanted to get it all and discovered that he could open his throat, letting Kyle sink all the way in until Gordy’s nose and lips were buried in his crisp, springy pubic curls. “I’m—getting—ready—to—cum!” Kyle said in a shaky voice.
Gordy nodded and suctioned harder. Kyle began squirming for real now and he felt the hot glue in his nuts begin to bubble. “Please, Gordy! I’m gonna—shoot!! GORDY!! GORDY!! I’M CUMMING!! I’M CUUMMMIINNNGGG!!!”
A fountain of scorching cream shot up through his urethra and scalded Gordy’s tonsils, then coated his throat with its viscosity. Gordy swallowed the copious barrage and milked the base of Kyle’s wildly spurting salami to force out every drop. Kyle just lay there and moaned out his agonizing ecstasy, quivering every time Gordy sucked harder.
Stud Starch
Foreword
“By the way, you should see the tool on Juan! I think he’s part mule!”
Juan entered the room after being called and after a few words from Francois, muttered something to Maria and she left the room. Grinning broadly, he unbuttoned his baggy, old pants and let them drop to the floor. From his waist down, he was just beautiful! His light brown thighs were sleek and well muscled, his stomach was steely plated and the boys could see that his upper body was hairless. There was just a slim trail of hairs leading from his small navel to his perfect triangle of blue-black pubic curls which surrounded an enormous, uncircumcised prick that hung halfway down his thigh and well past his bull-like testicles, which were also hairless.
Looking at the lined, but extremely handsome face, Kerry asked, “How old is Juan? By his face, I’d say that he’s in his forties, but his body looks like a teenager!”
“He’s thirty-four, but what about that joint?”
“It’s magnificent! What’s it like hard?”
“He’ll be glad to show you. Do you want to see him shoot a load?”
“Would he mind?”
“No, he loves it—but we have to get hard-ons, too. He liked to look at them.”
“No problem with me!” Kerry exclaimed, uncrossing his legs and letting his monster spring up to slap his belly.
“Me, either!” Bobo added, pulling his rock-hard dick from between his thighs.
Kerry and Bobo watched Juan as he pumped slowly, his unbelievable prick growing and growing to a phenomenal size. He pulled his shirt up as the massive instrument thickened and nosed up past his navel.
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