CHAPTER SIX: Of Runaways and Rape
The road seemed to climb endlessly. Finn was sweating as they trudged up it. The air hung so thick with mist that he imagined if he just fell forward, the mist would hold him up and float him the rest of the way up the hill. There was some light-the glow of the lights from Hampton below.
He was grateful for the drizzly night. Had it been overcast without this fog and drizzle, this forlorn country road that twisted its way up into the hills south of Hampton would have been darker than a coal mine. He squeezed Brian’s hand.
“How much farther?”
“Hard to tell,” Brian answered. “I think we’ll hit the side road to the cottage within the next mile or so. At least I hope so. Wanna rest?”
Finn imagined mud and slime and creepy-crawly things in the ditches at the sides of the road. “No,” he said, “let’s keep going.”
They trudged on. Finn’s heart pounded with both fear and excitement. They were running away.
The decision to run away with Brian had come easily, with no more than a few moments of deliberation. After all, there was nothing left for him in Hampton. Without even listening to his side of the story—not that he wanted to discuss it anyway—his father had laid down some new rules. No more gymnastics. No more hanging out with friends—especially Brian. He would spend all non-school hours helping his mother, doing homework, attending church services or performing work at the church. He would spend one hour each day reading the Bible aloud. He would receive no phone calls, nor make any. These rules would remain in effect until he graduated from high school in the spring.
At that time, the rules would be revised. Finn had typed the list of rules out in duplicate while his father had dictated them to him. Then he’d signed the lists—one list for his keeping and one for his father’s—agreeing to obey all rules. He was never to see Brian again.
Outside the county jail, his father had slapped Brian’s face hard enough to knock the guy down. Then he had kicked him and spat on him, condemning him to hell. Finn had hardly been able to believe what he’d heard. His father said that he would see to it that his lover was expelled from Hampton High.
As he’d lain on his bed at home, locked in his room and crying, Brian had come to him. He had knocked on the window of his bedroom and had asked him to run away with him. Within minutes, hed packed his backpack with as much as he could carry. Now they were on the road, heading for the cottage that belonged to Brian’s uncle. It was a fishing cottage on a small lake. It would be vacant, and he and Brian could rest there for the night or, perhaps, for a few days.
It was still early—not later than nine-thirty—although so much had happened within the last few hours that Finn kept imagining that most of the night had already passed away, that dawn would appear any minute.
The truck came out of nowhere, rounding the curve and charging at them. The headlights and the roar of the engine hit them almost simultaneously. They dove for the ditch moments before the truck slid past them, brakes jamming, tires squealing. Cold water streamed in the ditch, filling Finn’s shoes.
In the glow of the headlights, he saw ape-like creatures leaping out of the truck. It was a pickup truck, hauling a load.
“You all right?” The figure ran toward them. “I didn’t hit you, did I?” The voice was young, that of a teenaged male.
Another figure, a bear-like figure, caught up with him and appeared to engulf him. “Back in the truck. Now!” The voice was gruff.
A shorter figure ran toward Brian and Finn. When it got close, it waved a hunting knife at them. It seemed to be grinning. Finn could see something gleam on its lower ear, something shiny, an earring.
“Climb out of that ditch where I can get a look at youse,” the figure said. He was a young male, probably no older than Brian by the sound of his voice and the slightness of his physique.
Brian climbed out of the ditch, pulling Finn out behind him. “What is this?” Brian asked.
“Don’t talk,” the kid with the knife said, pricking Brian’s chin with the point of it. “Come on, we’re all going for a ride. Walk along nice and easy, or I’ll start cutting.”
The kid with the knife forced them into the bed of the pickup truck, squeezing them together on the wet steel floor of the bed in a corner toward the front. The kid squeezed in next to them his arm outstretched, his knife aimed at them like a gun. In the glow of the headlights, Finn could see a demonic glinting in the kid’s eyes—a glinting like that of his earring.
“I got ‘em pinned down back here,” the kid yelled.
The truck was thrown into gear and the engine roared. They lurched forward as it began grinding up the hill.
Finn shivered as much from cold as from fear. Riding in the open bed of a pickup on a night like this wasn’t at all pleasant. As the truck hit bumps in the road, his ass-bones jam into the icy steel he sat on. He and Brian and the kid were all cramped together. The truck was hauling wooden planks and paint cans. Two enormous motorcycles loomed above them, banging together and wobbling as the truck bounced, threatening to topple over on them and crush them.
Finn sensed that he and Brian were being abducted by members of a motorcycle gang. It was strange, though, that these gang members were hauling their motorcycles in the bed of a pickup truck instead of riding them. But then he remembered the things the gang had reportedly done. They were all crazy, all psychos, according to the news reports. Nothing was too weird for them.
Finn squeezed Brian’s hand for comfort, but he found it clammy and limp. A chill went through him, and he shuddered violently.
They were all naked—every one of them.
Finn had never been in the presence of so many naked bodies except in the locker room in school. But in the locker room, they hadn’t all had such big cocks—and these were in every stage of softness and erection. Despite the discomfort of the ropes cutting into his wrists, despite his uncertainty and cold fear, he felt hot and his own prick started to lengthen.
The three members of the motorcycle gang sat around a wooden table, eyeing their captives from time to time while they stuffed their faces with hunks of greasy roast beef and slices of red ham. The kid with the earring beat on his big prick with his greasy hand all through the meal. He rubbed ham and beef fat onto his balls as he squeezed and rolled them. He even shoved his hand way down between his legs and played with his asshole while he gorged on meat and guzzled beer.
Finn sensed that the kid had shoved a finger up his asshole a few times, but from his vantage-point against the wall across the cabin, he couldn’t see for sure. He saw clearly, though, the leers the kid repeatedly threw at him as he chomped and guzzled the food and jacked on his big prick.
The other two bikers did more talking than the kid did. The giant with the red bandana wrapped around his greasy, half-bald head, laughed a lot, showing his gums. He growled more than spoke, and when he laughed, his rolls of hairy fat shivered, blue veins visible under the overstretched skin. His flabby cock, its head half-sheathed by foreskin, dangled heavily over the edge of the wooden chair upon which he sat.
“The rest of the pack won’t never believe us,” he was saying. “Cops crawling the highways, so we sneak into that hick town by a back road to find us some grub and pocket bread, and we find us four hot baby asses.”
He slapped the table and laughed, knocking a beer can off in the process. He paid no attention to the beer foaming out on the rough wood floor.
“And we got us a pickup, too,” the kid said, not looking at his two companions, but glaring between Finn’s spread legs.
Finn could feel his gaze combing his crotch like hot fingers. He ached to close his legs, but they were tied apart.
“Now, what we gonna do with a pickup?” the third of the Riders asked. He was a tall man, taller than the fat one, with well-defined muscles, long hair, a blue shoulder tattoo of a naked man, and scars on his cheeks. They called him Ripper.
“Burn it,” the kid said. “Or maybe run it off a cliff. Have us some fun with it.”
The tall man shook his head, guzzling some beer. “Gibby, just when do you suppose you might grow up and get some sense into that block head of yours? We set fire to that thing on a night like this and the whole sky’ll light up orange for ten miles around. I don’t intend to advertise our whereabouts. We got us a nice cozy little place here and some nice hot asses to fuck, and I don’t intend to go off running on a shit night like this just because you wanna set fire to a damn truck and draw the law down on us.”
“I didn’t say nothing about burning it tonight,” the kid said. “We can do it tomorrow, just before we leave. Shit, we can set fire to this shack too.” He smiled at Finn.
With us in it, Finn thought. Although he’d never heard a report of the Riders killing anybody, he wouldn’t put it past them to start now.
Bear and Ripper acted as if they hadn’t heard the kid, and they went on guzzling and chomping and chuckling and scratching their balls. The kid, meanwhile, finally dragged his gaze from Finn and laid it on Caden.
Finn knew Caden from school, and he felt glad, in a selfish way, to have Caden and the other boys as companions tonight. With Caden here to fuck some of the males, he would have less of an ordeal. And he knew he was going to suffer an ordeal. Nothing was going to stop those bikers from taking what they wanted. The blonde guy shackled by a leg-iron around the ankle in the corner was evidence enough that the Riders took whatever they wanted.
The guy’s head drooped. He leaned against the wall looking as if he didn’t care what happened to him anymore. His ass resembled raw meat. The Riders had nearly fucked the skin off his asshole. The guy’s name was Heath. Caden, who was tied up next to him, had managed to learn that much from him.
Brian and Billy stood flanking the stone fireplace, Brian on the side nearest Finn, Billy on the far side. The two guys stood with their arms stretched upward, pulled up tight by ropes that had been tied around their wrists and then looped over the ceiling rafters. As before, when he’d been hung against the bars by Deputy Wallace, Brian displayed an erection, his big meaty cock pounding the air, his face sick with apparent embarrassment. Billy’s cock, too, displayed excitement, half-erect, a big dangling slab of cockmeat.
Finn found himself salivating as he watched the twitching cocks of the two guys. A few drops of hot fuck juice trickled out of his own hard cock and down to the floor. He’d never been more embarrassed. Suppose one of the Riders notices my cock leaking? he panicked. He shut his eyes, unable to bear the thought.
Suddenly, Caden yelled: “Damn it, stop looking at me like that! I can’t stand it! Let us go! Please?” His voice started out strong and demanding, then weakened and became pleading.
The Riders looked over at him and suddenly burst into hyena-like chuckles.
“Looks like we got one with spunk,” Ripper said. “I like ‘em with spunk.”
“Me too,” the kid said. “Especially when they’ve got a tight asshole. Damn, I shoved my prick up his ass in that restaurant, and it sucked me off like mad!”
“You fucking bastard!” Billy shouted, fighting the ropes that had him nearly hanging by his wrists.
Everybody stared at him. Gib slowly got up from the table, picking up the hunting knife with which he’d been slicing the ham and beef. He sauntered over to Billy, smiling crazily. He grabbed Billy’s cock and plastered it up against his belly. Then he moved the tip of the knife close to the backside of the guy’s cockhead.
“Now, let me see,” Gib said. “If I’m careful, I can slice your cock directly in half like a banana for a split. Then I can continue down through the center of the sac and watch the balls fall out.” He eased his nose up close to Billy’s nose. “Now, what did you say there, stud?”
“Nothing,” Billy whimpered. “Nothing.”
“I didn’t think so,” Gib said. He grabbed Billy’s balls and squeezed.
Billy gasped, sweat dripping off his nose.
Gib walked away, giggling to himself. Bear and Ripper giggled with him. Ripper yanked on his cock, which had suddenly mushroomed to a full erection.
Finn’s eyes widen. Ripper’s cock was the largest cock of any of those in the room. It looked at least nine inches long, maybe longer. And it was thick, with a knob on the end that looked as big as a fist. He wondered if he had gotten his name due to the size of his cock. He shuddered to imagine it fucking up into his ass. His cock was a ripper if he’d ever seen one.
“I’m gonna fuck that hot guy again,” Gib announced, strutting toward Caden, his cock wagging, a thick tear of pre-cum flicking off and gluing itself to the floor.
Ripper stood up, his cock jutting out of his muscular loins like a billy club. “My turn, you horny bastard. You fucked him once. My turn now.”
Gib spun around, glaring at the tall man.
The two guys stood facing each other like two gunfighters, their erect cocks aiming at each other and throbbing menacingly. Finn half-expected to hear an explosion from their two cocks and to see both of them clutch their abdomens and crash to the floor in a cloud of smoke.
Ripper returned Gib’s glare with a superior smile. “Now, fetch him over to the fireplace and lay him out for me.”
Gib’s shoulders, which had been raised in defiance, slowly relaxed. “Yes, sir, you donkey-cocked bastard,” Gib said, saluting. “If you wasn’t so goddamned big, I’d lay you out.”
“But you ain’t,” Ripper said, still smiling. “So get your itchy ass moving before I kick it.”
Gib untied Caden and dragged him by the hair over to the fireplace where he dropped him in a moaning heap at Ripper’s feet. Ripper rolled him over onto his stomach with an enormous muscular foot. Then he smiled at Billy, who was bound no more than a few feet away.
“I’m gonna fuck your boyfriend, loudmouth,” Ripper said. “And you’re gonna watch. I’m gonna ream his ass out so wide that even that big prick of yours ain’t gonna stretch his hole any further. He’s gonna have such a loose hole that you’re gonna have to shove your leg up his ass to make him come.” He pinched Billy’s chin between his thumb and forefinger. “Now, what do you have to say?”
All the muscles in Billy’s body strained, quivering visibly. He chewed his lips.
Ripper released Billy’s chin. “I didn’t think you’d have much to say. Smart boy. You’re learning.”
Ripper nudged Caden’s body with his foot, then massaged Caden’s ass with his toes.
Caden squirmed, his mouth gaping as he moaned.
Then the biker shoved his foot under Caden’s face. “Suck them dirty toes, little bitch,” Ripper said. “Suck them big dirty toes like they was cocks.”
Caden, his fearful eyes gazing up at the big man, sucked on his toes as if they were candy canes. He sucked all the toes of his right foot, his pink tongue darting in and out between them. Then he sucked all the toes of his left foot.
Ripper watched him, his hands on his hips, his heavy prick throbbing and flicking pre-cum onto Caden’s naked body. Even from across the cabin, Finn could see the big gaping piss-slit of Ripper’s cock bubbling out the jizz.
The cabin had gone silent except for the crackling of the fire, and all eyes fell on Caden as he sucked Ripper’s toes with loud smacking sounds. It almost seemed that he was enjoying it. As he ate the man’s toes, he moved his hips like he was rubbing his cock on the floor and wriggled his own toes.
Unbelievably, Finn found himself envying Caden. He’d never sucked toes, and now, watching Caden, he discovered that Ripper’s large muscular feet turned him on.
Ripper popped his foot out of Caden’s mouth. He stepped between his legs, forcing them wide apart, then twisted the ball of his foot against his spread ass.
Caden moaned, spushing his ass back against the man’s foot.
Ripper shoved his spit-slicked big toe inside his ass.
“Jesus, he’s got a hot ass!” Ripper said. “Oh, Jesus!” His big hand slid up and down the shaft of his flexing cock.
Gib started pacing around, his cock in his pumping hand, his big balls flapping. “Goddamn, Ripper! Fuck the guy! Then let me fuck him!”
Ripper, his face the color of his throbbing cockhead, slipped his toe out of Caden’s ass. Suddenly, he lunged across the room at Finn.
“Lick my toe clean, boy!” he said, lifting his big toe to Finn’s lips. His toenail gouged Finn’s upper lip as he jammed his big toe into his mouth.
Finn sucked, tasting Ripper’s toe. In all his life, he had never tasted another ass. He sucked Ripper’s toe with an aching hunger. Once it was clean, he chewed it, wishing he could keep it in his mouth forever, the same way he sometimes wished he could with Brian’s cock when he was sucking it.
Ripper eased his toe out of the boy’s mouth, then whirled and lunged across the room. He caught Gib just about to fall between Caden’s legs, and tossed the kid aside as if he were a plastic doll.
Gib hit the floor and rolled against the table. Ripper fell between Caden’s legs and caught his cock by the base, guiding his enormous prick-knob to the kid’s spread ass. Then he fell on him, driving his cock into his ass with one powerful thrust.
Finn gasped as every inch of Ripper’s prick disappearing into the tiny hole of Caden’s ass.
“Ahhhhhhhhh!” Ripper groaned, humping immediately like a crazed bull. “Hot damn!”
Caden whined, biting his fist, tears running out of his eyes. His slender back arched. His toes clawed at the floor.
Ripper crushed down on him, his muscular loins pumping mercilessly, his long cock sliding in and out of his ass with long thrusts, his pubic bone slapping against the boy’s ass-cheeks.
Caden’s naked legs flailed. As Ripper plunged his big cock in and out of his ass, everyone in the room watched with their mouths open. Bear leaned back in his chair, his feet up on the table, his prick vertical in his lap, his hand slipping the foreskin back and forth over the shiny purple cock-knob.
Gib leaned against a leg of the table, beating his cock hard, then holding it tight by the base and watching it with a scowl as he held his breath. Finally, he let his breath out and began beating his cock again.
At the sides of the fucking couple, the two tied guys hung from their ropes, squirming. Brian’s cock flexed up and down as if it were going to jump right off of his crotch. Even Billy’s cock was jumping, although Finn could tell that he was as furious as he was aroused.
Finn wished he could suck his cock. It might give him some comfort.
The only person in the room who wasn’t watching Ripper as he ground his massive cock in and out of Caden’s quivering little ass was Heath over in the corner. He lay stretched out on the floor now, his eyes closed, his chest rising and falling in a slow rhythm, apparently dozing.
Finn couldn’t blame the guy for being disinterested. He looked as if he’d been forced to run fifty miles. He deserved the rest.
The muscles along the sides of Ripper’s long spine writhed like snakes. His muscular ass contracted, and his massive balls flogged Caden’s upturned ass as his enormous prick fucked in and out of his ass. He grunted, muttering to himself about how tight his ass was, how good his prick felt.
Caden whimpered, his little body jerking up and down to the pumping of Ripper’s cock. His toes seemed to have permanently clenched. His wide-spread legs bounced on the wood floor. His arms lay out to his sides on the floor now. He had given in to Ripper’s mauling pleasure-attack on his body. Suddenly, a throaty growling cry rose from his mouth. His legs and arms shivered, then shivered again, then again—a rhythmic display of his orgasm.
Finn knew the boy’s battered prostate and the wooden floor had made him jizz hard.
“Yeah!” Ripper grunted. “Yeah, real nice fucking ass!” Then, suddenly, he jerked his cock out of Caden’s spasming ass and crawled across the room toward Finn, his dripping prick pounding his abdomen, his piss-slit gaping.
To Finn, he resembled an attacking Great Dane. Tied up as he was, with his legs splayed widely, he could do nothing to ease the force of his assault except to fall from his sitting position and onto his back. And there he lay, his legs tied wide, his torso stretched out on the hard wood floor as Rider fell on him, his arm-sized cock writhing hot and slippery, fighting with Finn’s own erection between their bellies as Rider covered the boy’s lips with his hot mouth.
Ripper’s enormous dripping tongue slid between Finn’s lips. He raised the boy’s legs, positioned his cockhead at the entrance to his ass, and pushed.
Finn thanked the stars that he was excited, that Rider’s cock was already lubricated, and that his ass was already aching to be fucked. Otherwise, that prick would have torn his ass up. Instead, Rider’s cock slid into his ass as easily as if it had been his middle finger.
Finn gasped from the stretch, feeling his ass muscles pull tight, but instead of pain, he felt an aching pleasure that caused him to whine just as Caden had. His arms flew up to Ripper’s massive shoulders, and he clung to him as the man instantly began slicing his cock in and out of his ass.
“Oh, God!” Finn moaned. “Oh, oh, oh, God!”
He’d never dreamed that the sensations of fucking could be this intense. He sank his fingernails into Ripper’s shoulders. He almost cried: Fuck me! But then he realized that Brian was watching, and he didn’t want to make it known that he was feeling pleasure from this animal fuck.
He could hardly believe it himself! He was enjoying being fucked savagely while laid out and tied up. He jerked his hips up and down, trying to get Ripper to fuck him deeper.
“Ohhh, fuck me!” he whispered. “Do it! Ram my ass! Ahhh, oooooooh!”
He came. Within two minutes of Ripper fucking into him, he spasmed, his cock exploding. Jizz rocketed out of his cock, covering his own chest. He closed his eyes and whined, feeling the biker’s hot wet tongue lapping at his face.
Shoot it, Ripper! he wanted to scream. Quick, cream me before I stop coming!
But Ripper didn’t come. Instead, just as he’d done with Caden, he yanked his bucking, dripping cock out of Finn’s ass.
Finn groaned, feeling empty, feeling cheated, his body still shivering with the last spasms of orgasm. But then, before he knew what was happening, Ripper was sitting on his chest. Then he moved up, straddling Finn’s face. His asscrack engulfed his nose.
“Eat my ass, kid!” he growled. “Quick, eat my shithole!”
Finn had never eaten ass. There’d been times when he’d felt the crazy desire to lick Brian’s ass, but out of embarrassment, he’d never told him. Now, with Ripper’s muscular asscheeks draped over his lips and nose, he had no alternative but to start licking.
His first taste of ass left him immediately hungry for more. His tongue probed the tight pucker of the man’s asshole. He tasted manly sweat, tasted ass-juice. The scent of sweat filled his head and made him dizzy. He lapped furiously at the long furrow between Rider’s asscheeks, tasting every inch while he slid his ass back and forth on his face.
Ripper slid back, letting his bloated balls hang in Finn’s eyes. “Lick around the balls,” he said. “Clean ‘em up. Ahhh!”
Finn didn’t hesitate. Now he was licking in familiar territory. He’d always loved licking Brian’s balls, had always savored the smell and taste of them. And he had always delighted in licking his nuts and the areas where his ball sac met his inner thighs.
Now, he licked Ripper’s hairy nuts all around, from side to side and from top to bottom. He nipped his sensitive sac-skin with his teeth. He sucked on his balls, but they were almost too big to take into his mouth without forcing them inside and injuring them—and he didn’t dare injure Ripper!
Ripper shoved his ass over Finn’s nose and lips once again. “Give my asshole a slow tongue-fuck,” he muttered. “Lick my ass out good.”
This time, instead of merely licking out the creases of the man’s asspucker, Finn pointed his tongue, stiffening it like a cock and forcing it inside his shitter.
He grunted, taking a couple of inches of boy tongue up his asshole. He began to ride Finn’s tongue. “Lick it out! Ahhh, lick my ass out! Man!”
Finn twisted his tongue, probing the secret regions of Ripper’s sweaty asshole. His only slightly deflated cock hardened again. Rider’s shitter contracted, nearly nipping off his tongue. His ass chute was hot inside—remarkably hot. Suddenly, he felt the walls of his asshole balloon and harden. It was as if he’d suddenly grown a walnut inside. Ripper jerked up and away.
“Take it!” he gasped. “Take it now!”
Finn found Ripper’s enormous cock pressed against his mouth. A few hot drops of thin, piss-like liquid squirted up his nostrils. His piss-slit was gaping so wide that he could have shoved the tip of his little finger up his cock.
His mouth flew open, and Ripper’s cockhead filled it. The huge cock exploded. He choked as thick cum splashing against his tonsils. He clamped his teeth around the cock, feeling vibrations tingling through them.
Ripper’s cock sank deeper into his throat, throbbing and flexing with an unbelievable strength. His thick hot cum burst down Finn’s throat again and again and again. Finn closed his eyes and gladly received the salty-sweet flood of cum.
Ripper grunted for a full minute before he eased his softening prick out of Finn’s mouth and throat. Then he toppled off him and stretched out on his back, his head pillowed in his clasped hands. He closed his eyes and sighed. His salami-like cock lay on his belly, half-hard and twitching.
Across the room, Gib was fighting with Bear over Caden. Caden was on his hands and knees, his head drooping, while Gib repeatedly tried to fuck him. But Bear kept shoving the youth off with his foot.
“You fucked him in the restaurant,” Bear said, pumping his uncut cock and snapping the foreskin back and forth. “Now it’s my turn.”
“Fuck you!” Gib said. “I had to wait for that hog Ripper, and now he’s mine!”
He scrambled, trying to get up on Caden’s ass again, but Bear hooked him in the ribs with his stiff bare toes and sent him sprawling and clutching at his side.
“You goddamn pig!”
Bear chuckled. “Watch your mouth, punk, or I’ll chisel your teeth out with a branding iron.” Then he got down on his knees and mounted Caden. He looked like a bear on a lamb.
Finn watched, fascinated, as Bear shoved his bunched fingers up Caden’s asshole. Then he placed the head of his uncut cock against the guy’s partially opened asspucker.
Bear forced his greasy cockhead into Caden’s asshole. The boy’s little body shivered as he drove his cock up his asshole, and fell forward on his back, his hairy flesh drooping all over the slender young body. He grunted a little, as if he were taking a shit, but he gave no indication that he was in pain. Instead, as Bear began to fuck his ass, he made moaning sounds that sounded almost ecstatic, and his sexy little ass began rotating.
“Yeahhh!” Bear grunted. “Tight young ass! Ahhh! Fuck it, boy! Fuck it!”
Finn could hardly believe what he was seeing. Apparently, Caden was getting pleasure out of Bear’s greasy, uncut cock grinding in and out of his tiny shithole.
As Finn watched Caden getting ass-fucked, he cock started throbbing again. He wished that Brian was ass-fucked him right then, and he also wished that he’d had the guts to lick out his asshole.
If I ever get out of this alive, he told himself, I’ll lick Brian’s ass until he comes just from my tongue-fucking, and I’ll get up on my hands and knees and wiggle my ass at him until he rams his beautiful cock up my asshole ever single day. He realized that if he ever got out of this place alive, he’d never again deny himself the pleasure of fucking any way he wanted, no matter how crazy his desires seemed, no matter how embarrassed he was thinking about them.
Bear’s flabby gut banged Caden’s ass like a sack of flour. His big cock squished in his shitter as he reamed him out.
Caden panted, driving his little ass against Bear’s humping fat loins. The big man’s cock sliced in and out. His grease-stained hands held the boy’s hips as the kid’s slender back arched. His head snapped back, his dark shaggy hair flopping.
“Eeeeeeh!” he whinnied. “Ohhhh, God!”
“Hot fag ass!” Bear roared. “Ahhhhh!”
As Bear shot his load into the young guy’s ass, his rolls of hairy fat quivered.
“Uh! Uh! Uh!” he grunted. “Uh! Ahhhh!”
He suddenly threw himself on Caden with his full weight. The boy fell flat as Bear crashed down, burying the kid completely under his enormous body.
All Finn could see of Caden were his two young legs sticking out between Bear’s legs. The guy apparently hadn’t been crushed to death; his toes were still curling and crossing as if he were in the throes of ecstasy.
Gib jumped up and kicked Bear’s ass. “Get off him now, damn you, Bear! Get off him now, damn you!”
Bear turned his face up. It was beet-red. “Go find your own hole, runt! I ain’t about to rush my pleasure just for your cock. I’m just gonna lay here and let my prick twitch in this faggot’s asshole until I have a powerful urge to roll off him, and that ain’t likely to be soon.”
Gib growled like a mad dog. He appeared to dance in one place for a moment, then grabbed one of the chairs off the floor by the legs, lifted it over his head, and smashed it over the top of the heavy wooden table. The chair exploded into many pieces.
“Goddamn!” Gib swore as he dropped the legs of the disintegrated chair. And then he spun around and stared straight at Finn as if seeing him for the first time.
His tight face broke into a malicious grin. Grabbing up a handful of pig fat from the ham now rolling on the floor, he straightened up and swaggered toward him, his eyes wobbling drunkenly, his big cock wagging from side to side.
