.. I rode him hard, our wet bodies slipping on the hardwood floor as I pistoned my cock in and out of this kid's tight little butt, my shaft painted red with the blood from his almost-virgin ass. The kid was shrieking bloody murder as I thrust brutally into him, sliding my cock back and forth through the tight hard ring of his young sphincter muscle, ripping open his anus with my brutal attentions. But we were inside then; the houses in HIS neighborhood were so far apart no-one could hear anything from next door; his mother would be gone for another two or three hours, so I let the kid shriek, it excited me. I rode him that way for a while, because I liked watching his facial contortions as my dick tortured his innards; his eyes were tightly shut, tears were streaming down his face flushed red from the exertion of it all. I pulled out of the kid's chute, dribbling blood from the end of my cock, and pushed him roughly forward; he bruised his breastbone as he landed on his stomach. I crawled over him again, pressed my hands against his shoulders, pinning him face down on the floor in his mother's bedroom and re-penetrated. I know now the angle I penetrated him at must've caused him unbelievable agony; all I knew then was that he twisted and fought, making it even more pleasurable for me as I held him helpless, raping his wimp ass. I looked up into the mirror, exulting in the sight of my fat hard dick, already big even though not full-grown, sliding wetly, lubricated with his blood, splitting wide his tight narrow buttocks. I yanked his hair, pulled his head up, his chin on the floor, just as I felt my nuts jerk; the kids eyes flew open in surprise as my jizz shot, wet and hot, into his colon, and I locked eyes with him again. I can't imagine what it felt like to him as my hot sperm splashed into his gut in spurts, but he looked surprised, and I just loved the look on his face as I stared him down, lying on top of him with my softening bone still buried inside him. I pulled out of the kid and went to shower again, leaving him lying prone and sobbing. "Man you better clean yourself before you mother comes home and catches you," I said to him. "If it was me, I wouldn't want MY mother finding out I was a fucking sperm-bag homo. |