I watched as my _d_i_c_k_ slid slowly into him. I was suddenly gripped by his powerful butt-lips, pulling me inside him like a suction. And when my _c_o_c_k_ sailed into that sweet, smooth lovetunnel with an ease a practiced whore would have envied, when it was, immediately, gripped -- hard, insistently -- by his ravenous sphincter, I knew what I had supposed was true. He d done this before. A lot.
He humped his hips backward then, impaling himself deeply, and I realized I was going too slowly for this so-called hetero_s_e_x_ual boy. He wanted it fast? He wanted it rough? Boy, oh boy, was he about to get it!
I reared my ass back and slammed into him, my balls slapping butt. He howled in pleasure, gripping my back with his legs, digging his heels into the small of my back, his fingers into my shoulders. He grabbed my ass-cakes and pulled me to him, pushing his hips forward suddenly and imbedding my _c_o_c_k_ up his oily butt. Then I pulled most of the way out of him, my _c_o_c_k_-head just inside his boy-pussy, and watched him squirm beneath me, squeezing my _d_i_c_k_ with his sphincter and moaning over and over.
Give it to me, man! Oh, _f_u_c_k_ me, man, _f_u_c_k_ me hard!
I stared down at him, nearly laughing out loud. This whole evening had been a game played by a bad boy who d had a _d_i_c_k_ up his twat by the time he d learned how to cum. If not before.
And _f_u_c_k_ him I was sure they had. No matter how hetero he thinks he is, show a randy teenager burning with adolescent desire a wide open ass belonging to a willing -- and very pretty -- boy, and he d have his _c_o_c_k_ plugged into that butt faster than you could say sodomy . Especially if he has had to make do with farm animals.
If he d lived as far from any town as he s said, I could imagine that David s social life as the easiest _f_u_c_k_ in the county would have kept him -- and his playmates -- very busy indeed. He was better than any cow they might have used, and cleaner. Besides, how many cattle ask for it the way this boy did? After poking Bossy, David must have looked pretty luscious to any sweaty farm boy looking for an open receptacle.
The thought of David as a young kid with his ass in the air as he lay belly-down over a hay bale for the pleasure of his brothers and their friends, combined with the power I felt as I poised over him with my _c_o_c_k_head teasing his butthole, gave me a surge of testosterone. A life-long pussyboy, always the last to be chosen for softball, I was at long last on top of the same kind of kid who d made my teenage years a living hell. And I was going to plow his ass into next week.
It all made my _c_o_c_k_ swell to even greater dimensions as I contemplated the macho male beneath me, hot for my swizzle-stick, begging me to screw him, and I knew that _f_u_c_k_ing David s hot asshole was going to be sweet revenge for all those years of school-yard terror. His face was becoming the face of every _d_i_c_k_-head bully who ever taunted me, or boxed my ears or shot at my head with a rubber band. Their assholes would have been the last thing on earth they d ever have wanted me to see, let alone touch, let alone _f_u_c_k_, and David s would serve as a fine substitute.
All these varied thoughts occurred to me in a moment as I stared down at my _d_i_c_k_, half-embedded in David s bottom. Now I banished all thoughts, concentrating totally on what I was about to do. I grunted like a mad bull and slammed my shaft up his oily butt as hard as I could, my balls flat against his ass, as he screamed out in a howl of pain that soon turned to a groan of pleasure as I ravished his ass, _f_u_c_k_ing him like a psychopath.
His shapely butt was still hot from the spanking I'd administered earlier, and as I rammed my _c_o_c_k_ deep up his asshole I connected my right hand with his butt again, hard. The blow made him whimper, and he thrust his bottom back to meet the next blow. I continued slapping his ass as my _c_o_c_k_ stabbed up his bowels and each time my palm hit his rear he yelped and squeezed down on me with his clutching sphincter.
Suddenly he pushed his butt back again, hard, fast, and the whimpering sound became an agonized moan, and then a gasping, shuddering cry as his _c_o_c_k_ erupted, spurting cum onto his belly. And when his asshole gripped my _d_i_c_k_ and his prostate pumped madly against the head, his sphincter clutching and spasming, my revenge was complete and I showered his insides with my load, ramming the jocks and the bullies and upper-classmen of my youth, spraying their asswalls with my spunk, _f_u_c_k_ing them into sweet submission until the pumping slowed at last and I fell, exhausted, onto his heaving chest. Warm fluid rubbed between our bellies, and a pair of heavy-breathing lips sought my mouth as his kiss dispelled the scene in my head.
Oh, man, he gasped softly. His hands traced my sweaty butt. Oh man, oh man, oh man! No one ever _f_u_c_k_ed me like that before.
To tell you the truth, I grinned sheepishly, I've never done it like that before myself.
Shew! A guy d never know it!
I moved slightly against his body, trying to fit comfortably within his contour, and my _c_o_c_k_ slipped out of his butt.
_d_a_m_n_, he said smiling. Hate to see it go.
I kissed his mouth gently.
It'll be back in the morning.
He laughed, and I felt his hand on my _d_i_c_k_.
Son, I hate to tell you, but it s comin back right now!
He was right. To my astonishment, I was getting hard again. I reached for another condom. This time, though, I wanted to make love to him. To show him the range he could be at home with. And on.
And so I did.
And the same the following morning, after he d announced with a sly little grin that he ought to be moving along. And the morning after that. Until the time, weeks later, when the subject disappeared and somehow never came up again.