Vintage Pulp and Original Gay Erotica
Colorado Blue
Spartan Classics
SP-102
Buck Opton
$2.25
FOREWORD
During the day not a word is spoken about the cattlemen’s nocturnal drives, but at night the go up on weed and down on cowboys in the same breath…
Port was tall and lanky. His formerly loose body had well-developed muscles and a bronze tan after his twelve months of prison labor. His dark blue-gray eyes were full of sullen intensity, concealing the world of sex with men as he knew it. Raped by a ranch hand when he was an adolescent and dominated by his cellmate in prison, Port was driven by masochistic desire to be forced into homosexual acts—especially when he’d had a joint of Colorado Blue…
Port felt the man’s hard cock against the crack of his buttocks. One arm swung around his stomach to hold him tight as the other arm reached behind him. He felt Ben’s hand on his ass, gently squeezing his cheeks and exploring the space between them with probing fingers. Port knew what was coming and his mind balked at the idea. He began to struggle with the cowhand, but he was no match for the man’s strength.
“Don’t fight me, kid. We made a bet and you lost, so I’m top dog. Bend over.”
It was useless trying to resist. Port heard Ben spit and then he felt a gob of saliva lubricating his asshole. Out of fear he contracted his muscles but Ben plied the tight hole open with his fingers, followed by the head of his rock-hard cock. The weapon forced its way into Port’s cherry hole, stretching the tunnel to accommodate the horny length of meat. Port whimpered to Ben’s delight as the tool slid further into the hot guts. Then the fucking began, a long and slowly accelerating series of plunges, each lunge forcing the cowhand’s prick deeper into the adolescent’s virgin ass. Port was burning inside and the thrusting cock inflamed him further, but the pain became severe as the ramming got fast and furious. As Ben plowed deeper, Port passed out from the overwhelming agony. When he awoke in the middle of the night he found himself protectively covered with Ben’s sheep-lined jacket; the cowhand was fast asleep nearby. Neither said a word in the morning about the episode.
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