Eight Inches. Sean Wolfe Fay
Carlos lied as he bit his lips to keep from cumming. He grabbed his heavy cock and slapped it hard across the blond boy’s face. It made a heavy thud and the boy flinched.
“Please don’t,” the boy pleaded.
Carlos slapped his dick across the smooth, young face and the boy licked it as it hit his mouth.
“You should’ve sucked me better, little boy, because now I’m gonna have to fuck you. I’m going to ram my dick up your ass deep and hard.”
“Please don’t fuck me. I’ve never been fucked before. Don’t hurt me, please.”
Carlos was already in position. The boy was securely tied, his legs high in the air. His ass was completely exposed. Carlos grabbed a cheek in each hand and spread them apart. The boy’s hole was pink and looked very tight. Carlos spit on his huge cock head and slammed it all the way into the boy’s smooth ass in one swift jab.
The boy gasped in pain and closed his eyes.
“Please stop. You’re too big. God, it hurts.”
“Shut up, you scum,” Carlos yelled, and slapped the boy’s ass. The boy tightened his ass muscles, and Carlos almost exploded then and there. The kid was hot and very tight inside, and the muscles wrapped themselves around Carlos’ fat, hard shaft like an electric blanket. Carlos was reluctant to pull out, but anxious to get going at the same time. He pulled his cock almost all the way out, until just the head remained inside the hot ass. He slowly pushed the huge pole deep into the ass again, and repeated it faster and with more force.
“When you’re almost ready to shoot, pull out,” the young boy whispered. “He likes to see you spray all over my face.”
“You know this guy?” Carlos asked.
“Yeah, he pays really well. I do this once every six weeks or so.”
“It’s safe, then?” Carlos asked.
“Enough talking,” the unseen voice said. “Fuck him harder.”
“Just do it,” the boy said, and wiggled his ass around Carlos’ hard cock. “Don’t make him mad.”
Carlos fucked the kid as hard as he’d ever fucked anyone, and the boy was not only taking Carlos’ big dick, but actually thrusting his ass onto it. He looked up at Carlos and winked, a smile covering his face. He was tightening his ass muscles again, in a steady rhythm, and this time Carlos could not hold back.
He pulled his cock out and pumped it with his hand. A large, hot load of cum poured out of the dick and landed on the boy’s face. Three more equally large jets of cum landed on the boy’s chest and stomach. The boy’s own cock, which was hard, but small, splashed an amazingly large load of its own when he felt the heat from Carlos’ load.
“Excellent,” the voice all around him said. “Now come over here and stand against the wall.”
The boy nodded with his head to the wall closest to them.
Carlos walked over to the wall and stood there silently for a moment. It was pitch dark there, and he couldn’t see a thing. A couple of seconds later a hand grabbed him by the back of the head and pulled him closer to the wall, until his head banged against it. It didn’t hurt, but surprised him. There was a small hole in the wall, and before Carlos had time to react, a long, hard cock pushed through the hole and pressed against his mouth.
“Suck my cock,” the deep voice said.
“I don’t do that, man,” Carlos said as he tried to turn his head away. “You can suck my dick, but I don’t…”
“I said, suck my dick!”
The strong hands on either side of the back of Carlos’ head pulled him closer to the wall, and against the hard cock. When Carlos tried to say something, the man on the other side of the wall pushed his dick forward and forced it into Carlos’ mouth. It was big and thick, and already salty with precum, and Carlos gagged as it pushed deeper into his mouth and past his tonsils.
“Open your mouth and swallow my cock,” the voice demanded. “Stop scraping me with your teeth, or I will hurt you.”
Carlos believed the man with the deep and accented voice. He was afraid of what might happen if the man was not happy. He’d never sucked a cock before, had never even thought about it much. The men he’d been with had all been older or fat or hairy, or a number of combinations that made them all unattractive to him. The thought of sucking their cocks had never entered his mind, and none of them had ever brought it up either. They’d always seemed content to be used by his instead.
So he was a little surprised when his own cock jumped back to life as the big dick throbbed inside his mouth and slid deeper into his throat. As the big head pressed against his tonsils, Carlos opened his throat wider and felt his heart race as the cock slid all the way inside him. When his nose pressed against the man’s bush, Carlos felt a large gob of precum slide out of his own cock head and down the length of his hard and throbbing cock.
“That’s it, amigo,” the man said, but this time his voice came not from an overhead speaker, but from a couple of inches away. “Suck my cock deep into your mouth.”
Without even thinking about it, Carlos wrapped his lips tighter around the big dick and sucked it deeper into his throat. When the man began thrusting in and out of his mouth, Carlos was surprised to see that he was reluctant to let it slip from his mouth, and sucked it back inside him every time it threatened to leave his lips. He loved the way the thick veins felt against his lips and tongue, and the heat from the cock made him hungry for more. He gagged a little the first couple of times the man slid all the way back down his throat, but quickly regained his breath and after only a couple of times, he had his technique down perfectly.
“Oh my God,” the man moaned. “I’m cumming.”
Carlos moaned loudly, and wrapped his lips tighter around the cock and sucked the man deeper into his throat. He grabbed his own cock and started stroking it as he felt the man’s dick grow thicker inside him. After only a couple of strokes, his body became rigid as he sprayed another load all across the wall in front of him.
“Ungh,” the man moaned, and shoved his dick deeper still into Carlos, and held Carlos’ head tight against his crotch.
Carlos felt the big cock pulse and contract in this throat. He didn’t taste anything because the head was deep in his throat and way past his taste buds, but he felt the heat of the man’s load as it slid down his throat and into his stomach. After a few shots, the man slid his cock slowly out of Carlos’ throat, and he tasted the sweet warm cum as it landed on his tongue and he swallowed it.
It was much better than he’d ever thought it would be, and he was reluctant to let the big dick go. He sucked on it and tried to pull it back into his throat again. A couple of seconds later he felt the familiar sharp pain on the back of his neck, and the world went black again.
I.
“You’re never gonna make it out there,” his father said softly. He took another swig of his beer, and belched loudly.
“I think I will,” Justin said. He looked directly into his father’s eyes, careful not to look away and to keep his voice even and tremor-less. He couldn’t afford to show weakness right now. His father had had several beers already and was as vulnerable as he would ever be. The fact that he hadn’t already thrown the beer can at Justin’s head was proof of that. Now was the time for him to stand strong. “This might just be my ticket,” he said as he held up the envelope with the UCLA insignia.
Mr. Bennett pushed his glasses down on his nose and peered over them at his son, in a move that Justin recognized at once. It was the glance that was meant to intimidate him and to silence him and to get him to agree with his father with no questions asked. And for most of his life it had worked. But not anymore. Justin was not the same little boy who had cringed at the slightest raise of his father’s voice or who cried when his