his unlubricated ass, causing him to buck and heave with the shock.
It fucking hurt! Mitch’s fingers were like concrete bricks going up his ass. You could tell just from his hands how much of his life had been spent doing manual labor before he’d found a job better suited to his talents.
“Open that ass,” Mitch commanded, impatient and pissed.
Tyler tried to relax into the invading fingers. “You want that cock up there, don’t you? You better get that hole open for it or it’s gonna rip the shit out of you.”
Tyler pushed his ass up, feeling every scar and callous on those fingers as Mitch plied him open. Mitch dangled his cock in Tyler’s face and made him lunge for it, backing away just as Tyler got a taste of the tip, laughing at him, slapping him when he got too far off the edge of the bed.
“Just think of a fucking dozen just like me, you better be fucking ready for your first gang bang. Shit, if you can’t take me how you gonna take all of them?”
Tyler shivered, rock hard at the idea of the whole Pirate Island stable having their way with him, right here. Mitch kept throat-fucking him, hammering his head with his cock, pushing his limits.
He pulled out and put both hands around Tyler’s neck as if to strangle him, and the look of raging lust on his face at the thought scared Tyler even as it excited him. Then with both hands squeezing, Mitch stuffed his cock back down, simultaneously forcing his throat open with his cock and closing it with his hands, making the tightest hole he could get.
“Yeah,” Mitch nodded. “I think he passes this test. Time to flip this bitch.” He took a bottle of lube off the bedside table and threw it on Tyler’s back. “Show the camera how much you wanna get fucked.”
Tyler grabbed the lube and turned around, facing the wall now, his ass to the camera. He squeezed the lube straight onto his ass crack, sliding his fingers in deep, so soft and easy to take after Mitch’s weathered laborer’s tools. He had to make sure there was plenty of slippery stuff up there to ease the friction.
Then Mitch was behind him, his hands on his shoulders to hold him still, and with one stroke he gouged a new hole in Tyler’s flesh… That’s what it felt like. There had been no hesitation, no tentative exploration, no way, man, Mitch just forced his whole piece straight in there.
It was like someone put an electric wire up Tyler’s ass, the pain was so great. “Ahhh!” he shouted, but his cries of agony only encouraged Mitch, who pulled out just for the satisfaction of ramming his orifice again. In a split second, there was nothing inside him, and a split second later, it was all past his sphincter and knocking hard on his prostate, again and again.
Then Mitch flipped him on his back with what felt like a swipe of his hand, he was so strong, so in charge. He punched Tyler’s ass with his cock again and again, bracing his hands on Tyler’s chest and pinching his nipples between his hard fingers till two more hot wires of pain and pleasure shot to Tyler’s brain. “Oh shit,” Tyler whispered.
Then Mitch laid his arm across Tyler’s throat, cutting off his blood flow again, increasing the intensity of everything going on down below his waist. Mitch was so cruel, so rough, he got off on this more than Tyler had ever seen him getting off with anyone in a Pirate Island movie ever. Everything he did to Tyler, every new thing that Tyler took, and loved, was fuel for Mitch’s fire.
It was like an overload, and though Tyler didn’t know it, couldn’t know it, his face was perfect for porn because every sensation was on it, all the shock and wonder and agony and joy and pure endorphin surging fuck-pleasure, there for the camera to show the audience, there for them to look at and think, fucking goddammit why isn’t that me!
Then Mitch pulled out, stroking harder and faster, getting closer and closer, as Tyler held on to his own legs for dear life, waiting eagerly for
It fucking hurt! Mitch’s fingers were like concrete bricks going up his ass. You could tell just from his hands how much of his life had been spent doing manual labor before he’d found a job better suited to his talents.
“Open that ass,” Mitch commanded, impatient and pissed.
Tyler tried to relax into the invading fingers. “You want that cock up there, don’t you? You better get that hole open for it or it’s gonna rip the shit out of you.”
Tyler pushed his ass up, feeling every scar and callous on those fingers as Mitch plied him open. Mitch dangled his cock in Tyler’s face and made him lunge for it, backing away just as Tyler got a taste of the tip, laughing at him, slapping him when he got too far off the edge of the bed.
“Just think of a fucking dozen just like me, you better be fucking ready for your first gang bang. Shit, if you can’t take me how you gonna take all of them?”
Tyler shivered, rock hard at the idea of the whole Pirate Island stable having their way with him, right here. Mitch kept throat-fucking him, hammering his head with his cock, pushing his limits.
He pulled out and put both hands around Tyler’s neck as if to strangle him, and the look of raging lust on his face at the thought scared Tyler even as it excited him. Then with both hands squeezing, Mitch stuffed his cock back down, simultaneously forcing his throat open with his cock and closing it with his hands, making the tightest hole he could get.
“Yeah,” Mitch nodded. “I think he passes this test. Time to flip this bitch.” He took a bottle of lube off the bedside table and threw it on Tyler’s back. “Show the camera how much you wanna get fucked.”
Tyler grabbed the lube and turned around, facing the wall now, his ass to the camera. He squeezed the lube straight onto his ass crack, sliding his fingers in deep, so soft and easy to take after Mitch’s weathered laborer’s tools. He had to make sure there was plenty of slippery stuff up there to ease the friction.
Then Mitch was behind him, his hands on his shoulders to hold him still, and with one stroke he gouged a new hole in Tyler’s flesh… That’s what it felt like. There had been no hesitation, no tentative exploration, no way, man, Mitch just forced his whole piece straight in there.
It was like someone put an electric wire up Tyler’s ass, the pain was so great. “Ahhh!” he shouted, but his cries of agony only encouraged Mitch, who pulled out just for the satisfaction of ramming his orifice again. In a split second, there was nothing inside him, and a split second later, it was all past his sphincter and knocking hard on his prostate, again and again.
Then Mitch flipped him on his back with what felt like a swipe of his hand, he was so strong, so in charge. He punched Tyler’s ass with his cock again and again, bracing his hands on Tyler’s chest and pinching his nipples between his hard fingers till two more hot wires of pain and pleasure shot to Tyler’s brain. “Oh shit,” Tyler whispered.
Then Mitch laid his arm across Tyler’s throat, cutting off his blood flow again, increasing the intensity of everything going on down below his waist. Mitch was so cruel, so rough, he got off on this more than Tyler had ever seen him getting off with anyone in a Pirate Island movie ever. Everything he did to Tyler, every new thing that Tyler took, and loved, was fuel for Mitch’s fire.
It was like an overload, and though Tyler didn’t know it, couldn’t know it, his face was perfect for porn because every sensation was on it, all the shock and wonder and agony and joy and pure endorphin surging fuck-pleasure, there for the camera to show the audience, there for them to look at and think, fucking goddammit why isn’t that me!
Then Mitch pulled out, stroking harder and faster, getting closer and closer, as Tyler held on to his own legs for dear life, waiting eagerly for
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