How To Rape A Straight Guy by Sullivan, Michel (phonics reader .TXT) š
Book online Ā«How To Rape A Straight Guy by Sullivan, Michel (phonics reader .TXT) šĀ». Author Sullivan, Michel
The guy started to freak, screaminā, āNo! No! Donāt!ā
I started pumpinā into him, faster, deeper, my own breathinā gettinā to be as fast as his. Lenny kept milkinā him for all he was worth. Then he leaned down anā licked Shayesā shaft. Shayes tensed up, tighter than Iāve ever felt any of my punks do, anā his ass squeezed hard against my dick anā I almost shot my wad, right there. But I held on. Barely. Anā I kept pumpinā.
Finally, Shayesā dick was about as hard as it was gonna get. Anā I felt Lennyās head down there, suckinā on it. Shayesā cried out anā started hollerinā. Didnāt do a damn bit of good for him. I was still ramminā him anā Lenny was still suckinā on him anā he was still tied to the bed anā his legs were still caught in my grip. Anā finally, after maybe ten minutes of us workinā on him, all he could do was let it rip!
He jolted. Almost pulled himself off me anā did yank his dick from Lennyās mouth. Anā then he started to fire! I mean, he splashed shit all across Lennyās face anā onto his own gut. Some of it whipped up to land on my chest anā it seemed to go everywhere. I just held on, but then his ass slid back down on my dick anā he gripped me so hard, I couldnāt hold back anymore. I plowed deeper into him anā let go. Let go until my balls ached from the spasms.
Whatās wild is, I was so lost in the whole crash of -- of feelinās anā emotions anā fireworks anā all, I didnāt know when Wayne anā Lenny pulled me back by my hips to let my dick slide out of Shayes so the camera could catch it spewinā all over the guy. All I know for sure is -- when I was finally done, I collapsed on top of Shayes anā curled my arms around him anā ground my dick against his in a way that seemed like religion. Anā then...anā then I kissed him. On the lips. Full anā complete anā gentle anā without hesitation. My mouth seemed to mold into his, anā I tasted somethinā salty anā moist. Maybe my cum, maybe his, maybe just the sweat on his skin. Anā I...I think -- Iād almost swear -- no, Iām sure...abso-fuckinā-lutely sure...he kissed me back. Anā somethinā behind my heart gave a leap. Anā I almost started to cry from it. Then I drifted away, wishinā I could stay there with him, forever.
Chapter Seven
I had this dream while I was out -- I think it was a dream. I think it was then. Anyway, I was flyinā through the sky, all in my prison clothes, on my back with my first girl. The first girl I slept with -- whatās her name ā Ramona. Yeah, Ramona Verdugo on top of me.
Shit, olā Ramona. I hadnāt though about her in years. Golden skin. Raven hair. Eyes so brown they looked black. Anā tits? Oh, man, she put melons to shame. Fuckinā Ramona. We were hot anā heavy in high school -- her a junior, me a freshman. Didnāt make sense, but we collided in a hallway one day like a couple cars on the 101 anā stayed stuck to each other till fuckinā Anthony got me busted.
Anyway, our first time together was up on Zuma Beach, north of Malibu. Her old man had this primo ā57 Dodge Coronet convertible. Red with white trim anā interior. Little fins on the tail. Looked like it was flyinā even when it was sittinā still, anā nobody was allowed to drive it but him. Threat of death kind of shit, yāknow. So this one day early in spring, we cut class anā she palmed the extra set of keys she wasnāt supposed to know about, anā I drove us down the Ten anā up PCH. Itās funny -- fifteen years old anā I already knew how to drive, smoke anā drink football players under the table. Anā I had that nice little business goinā in the āweedā department at school, so I always had money. Yeah, I had my mom anā her fuckinā husband tryinā to lay claim to some control over me, but that wasnāt goinā anywhere. So all in all, life was good.
God, that Dodge could go. Even with its too-cool push-button automatic. It had a V-eight with power enough to snap your neck if you hit the gas too hard. Anā drivinā it that first time, glidinā up the coast on a perfect California day, Ramona beside me, her left hand in my crotch workinā me up, my right hand around her shoulders anā strokinā one of her tits -- I was fuckinā king of the world.
We played on the beach, the rest of the day, then grabbed some sandwiches from a grocery store close by anā talked this stoned surfer into buyinā us a six pack. He brought us fuckinā āMiller Liteā for Christās sake. Anā when we were done eatinā anā it was dark, we put up the top anā got busy in the back seat.
Damn, that thing was so wide, you could stretch out on it. I mean, I could then; I was still growinā. Anā Ramona, sheās small for the size of her tits. So we got all hot anā heavy, kissinā anā touchinā anā grabbinā -- she liked to grab my ass, for some reason -- then we whipped a blanket over us anā I unzipped anā popped out anā slipped inside her without a thought. Shit, Iād seem my mom fuckinā guys so many times, I knew exactly what to do. I remember beinā impressed -- not surprised or happy or freaked out -- at how nice it felt before I went at it.
As we got
Comments (0)