face. Other ankle pinioned. Ali tilt the boy back on his shoulders. The boy’s cock extendsalong his stomach, float free pulsing. Ali put his hands over his head. Spit on his cock. The other sighs deeply as Ali slides his cock in. The mouths grind together smearing blood. Sharp musty odor of penetrated rectum. Nimun drive in like a wedge, force jism out the other cock in long hot spurts. (The author has observed that Arab cocks tend to be wide and wedge shaped.)
Satyr and naked Greeklad in aqualungs trace a ballet in pursuit in a monster vase of transparent alabaster. The Satyr catches the boy from in front and whirls him around. They move in fish jerks. The boy releases a silver stream of bubbles from his mouth. White sperm ejaculates into the green water and floats lazily around the twisting bodies.
Negro gently lifts exquisite Chinese boy into a hammock. He pushes theboy’s legs up over his head and straddlesthe hammock. He slides his cock up the boy’s slender tight ass. He rocks the hammock gently back and forth. The boy screams, a weird high wail of unendurable delight.
A Javanese dancer in ornate teak swivel chair, set in a socket of limestone buttocks, pulls an American boy – red hair, bright green eyes – down onto his cock with ritual motions. The boysits impaled facing the dancer who propels himself in circular gyrations, lending fluid substance to the chair. ‘Weeeeeeeeee!’ scream the boy as his sperm spurt up over the dancer’s lean brown chest. One gob hit the corner of the dancer’s mouth. The boy push it in with his finger and laugh: ‘Man, that’s what I call suction!’
Two Arab women with bestial faces have pulled the shorts off a littleblond French boy. They are screwing him with red rubber cocks. The boy snarls, bites, kicks, collapses in tears as his cock rises and ejaculates.
Hassan’s face swells, tumescent with blood. His lips turn purple. He strip off his suit of banknotes and throw it into an open vault that closes soundless.
‘Freedom Hall here, folks!’ he screams in his phoney Texas accent. Ten-gallon hat and cowboyboots still on, he dances the Liquefactionist Jig, ending with a grotesque can-can to the tune of
She Started a Heat Wave.
‘Let it be! And no holes barred!!!’
Couples attached to baroque harnesses with artificial wings copulate in the air, screaming like magpies.
Aerialists ejaculate each other in space with one sure touch.
Equilibrists suck each other off deftly, balanced on perilous polesand chairs tilted over the void. A warm wind brings the smell of rivers and jungle from misty depths.
Boys by the hundred plummet through the roof, quivering and kicking at the end of ropes. The boys hang at different levels, some near the ceiling and others a few inches off the floor. Exquisite Balinese and Malays, Mexican Indians with fierce innocent faces and bright red gums.Negroes (teeth,fingers, toe nails and pubic hair gilded), Japanese boys smooth and white as China, Titian-haired Venetian lads, Americans with blond or black curls falling across the forehead (the guests tenderly shove it back), sulky blond Pollacks with animal brown eyes, Arab and Spanish street boys, Austrian boys pink and delicate with a faint shadow of blond pubic hair, sneering German youths with brighteyes scream ‘Heil Hitler!’ as the trap falls under them. Sollubis shit and whimper.
Mr. Rich-and-Vulgar chews his Havana lewd and nasty, sprawled on a Florida beach surrounded by simpering blond catamites:
‘This citizen have a Latah he import from Indo-China. He figure to hang the Latah and send a Xmas TV short to his friends. So he fix up two ropes – one gimmicked to stretch, the other thereal McCoy. But that Latah get up in feud state and put on his Santa Claus suit and make with the switcheroo. Come the dawning. The citizen put one rope on and the Latah, going along the way Latahs will, put on the other. When the traps are down the citizen hang for real and the Latah stand with the
Satyr and naked Greeklad in aqualungs trace a ballet in pursuit in a monster vase of transparent alabaster. The Satyr catches the boy from in front and whirls him around. They move in fish jerks. The boy releases a silver stream of bubbles from his mouth. White sperm ejaculates into the green water and floats lazily around the twisting bodies.
Negro gently lifts exquisite Chinese boy into a hammock. He pushes theboy’s legs up over his head and straddlesthe hammock. He slides his cock up the boy’s slender tight ass. He rocks the hammock gently back and forth. The boy screams, a weird high wail of unendurable delight.
A Javanese dancer in ornate teak swivel chair, set in a socket of limestone buttocks, pulls an American boy – red hair, bright green eyes – down onto his cock with ritual motions. The boysits impaled facing the dancer who propels himself in circular gyrations, lending fluid substance to the chair. ‘Weeeeeeeeee!’ scream the boy as his sperm spurt up over the dancer’s lean brown chest. One gob hit the corner of the dancer’s mouth. The boy push it in with his finger and laugh: ‘Man, that’s what I call suction!’
Two Arab women with bestial faces have pulled the shorts off a littleblond French boy. They are screwing him with red rubber cocks. The boy snarls, bites, kicks, collapses in tears as his cock rises and ejaculates.
Hassan’s face swells, tumescent with blood. His lips turn purple. He strip off his suit of banknotes and throw it into an open vault that closes soundless.
‘Freedom Hall here, folks!’ he screams in his phoney Texas accent. Ten-gallon hat and cowboyboots still on, he dances the Liquefactionist Jig, ending with a grotesque can-can to the tune of
She Started a Heat Wave.
‘Let it be! And no holes barred!!!’
Couples attached to baroque harnesses with artificial wings copulate in the air, screaming like magpies.
Aerialists ejaculate each other in space with one sure touch.
Equilibrists suck each other off deftly, balanced on perilous polesand chairs tilted over the void. A warm wind brings the smell of rivers and jungle from misty depths.
Boys by the hundred plummet through the roof, quivering and kicking at the end of ropes. The boys hang at different levels, some near the ceiling and others a few inches off the floor. Exquisite Balinese and Malays, Mexican Indians with fierce innocent faces and bright red gums.Negroes (teeth,fingers, toe nails and pubic hair gilded), Japanese boys smooth and white as China, Titian-haired Venetian lads, Americans with blond or black curls falling across the forehead (the guests tenderly shove it back), sulky blond Pollacks with animal brown eyes, Arab and Spanish street boys, Austrian boys pink and delicate with a faint shadow of blond pubic hair, sneering German youths with brighteyes scream ‘Heil Hitler!’ as the trap falls under them. Sollubis shit and whimper.
Mr. Rich-and-Vulgar chews his Havana lewd and nasty, sprawled on a Florida beach surrounded by simpering blond catamites:
‘This citizen have a Latah he import from Indo-China. He figure to hang the Latah and send a Xmas TV short to his friends. So he fix up two ropes – one gimmicked to stretch, the other thereal McCoy. But that Latah get up in feud state and put on his Santa Claus suit and make with the switcheroo. Come the dawning. The citizen put one rope on and the Latah, going along the way Latahs will, put on the other. When the traps are down the citizen hang for real and the Latah stand with the
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