Bi-College Ch. 01 - Boys without Girls

He grabbed my ankles and pushed them past my shoulders, lifting my ass higher and driving his cock even deeper into my hot tight hole.

The tension built in my balls as he fucked me hard and fast. "That's right," I gasped. "Ram your big stiff cock up my butt. I'm a guy, not a delicate little girl. Do whatever you want. It won't hurt me."

That turned Rick on even more. I jacked off as Rick pounded my ass, swinging my body in a rocking horse motion. He was staring down at his thrusting cock, bouncing balls, and my hand flying over my swollen prick.

Rick pulled back, then rammed me hard enough to shake the bed. A hard hot shot of cum splashed my anal walls when he hit bottom. He paused for a split second, then slammed me again. And again, coming violently each time.

I matched him shot for shot, spraying my chest and belly. We fired a dozen shots before running out of ammo.

Keeping his cock buried deep in my ass, Rick lowered himself onto my chest and kissed me with surprising tenderness. "That was amazing."

"Yeah." I kissed him again.

My leg muscles were cramping. I lowered my feet to the mattress. "Ow!" Rick said.

"Sorry."

"It's all right. I'm just super-sensitive after coming like that." He pulled out and lay on his back beside me.

After a few minutes of silence, Rick sat up. I rolled onto my side to face him. "We're all messy," he said. "It's time to shower." He looked up and down my body, lingering on my groin. My cock stirred again. "Want to do it together?"

After 40 minutes of hot wet soapy fun, we were back on the coach, sipping beers and cooling off.

The Jose Quervo bottle was still on the coffee table. We decided another shot wouldn't hurt us.

"Here's to the girls, bless their little hearts," Rick said, lifting his glass. "Pussy's still great, but it's not the only game in town anymore."

We clinked glasses and downed the tequila. I looked at my empty glass thoughtfully before setting it down. "I wonder what's going to happen with Bobby and Kathy."

"I don't know," Rick said, "but I have a funny feeling. It's gonna get wild."

He was sure right about that.

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Copyright © 2017 by Ken James

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