The guys on the wrestling team had given me the nickname "Batman", and they'd only seen it soft.The guys on the wrestling team had given me the nickname "Batman", and they'd only seen it soft. I grabbed the little sissy by the back of his pale skinny knees and pushed his legs as tightly as I could against his chest; his pants around his ankles really helped, stopped him from being able to kick and thrash, and I just leaned into him with all I had. He begged and twisted, grinding his ass against the damp cool grass in the middle of his backyard, as I pressed the head of my cock against his impossibly tight little button; I grunted and nearly came when the head of my cock finally popped through the ring of his ass. The kid ripped out a blood-curdling wail and I smacked him across the face really hard, over and over, hissing at him to shut up or the neighbors would find out he was a goddamn little faggot and was screwing his goddamn "big brother". It was my first time ever, and I had no control at all, I just kept slapping the kid's face as he screamed; punching him in the mouth, trying to shut him up while I continued slowly forcing my cock into his insanely tight butt, his skinny little cheeks split impossibly wide. Somehow, in the middle of raping this kid's ass, I remembered my handkerchief in my jacket pocket; I shoved it in his mouth and clamped my hand over it. That kept him quiet enough that I wasn't worried anymore about the neighbors coming over to find out what the hell the noise was all about, so I was able to concentrate on really enjoying my very first piece of tail. |