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Hot 'Straight' Boy Is Bent To My Will, Part 2
by Spankscotty
He humped his hips backward then, impaling himself deeply, and I realized I was going too slowly for this so-called heterosexual 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 cock up his oily butt. Then I pulled most of the way out of him, my cock-head just inside his boy-pussy, and watched him squirm beneath me, squeezing my dick with his sphincter and moaning over and over. “Give it to me, man! Oh, fuck me, man, fuck 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 dick up his twat by the time he’d learned how to cum--if not before! And fuck 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 cock 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 fuck 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 cockhead 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 cock 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 fucking 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 dick-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 fuck, 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 dick, 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, fucking him like a psychopath. His shapely butt was still hot from the spanking I'd administered earlier, and as I rammed my cock 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 cock 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 cock erupted, spurting cum onto his belly. And when his asshole gripped my dick 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, fucking 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 fucked 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 cock slipped out of his butt. “Damn,” 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 dick. “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 “movin’ along” disappeared and somehow never came up again.
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