with oil and the sweat from my crack.

Having finished licking me, Bobby got up and moved behind me. On TV, the
Top was stroking his penis to make it long and hard in preparation for
entry. Bobby was undoing his fly and already his cock was fat and thick and
ready to take me.

Like the guy on TV, Bobby loaded his dick with oil and moved his tip to the
outside of my ass. He started massaging my cheeks as he slowly pressed his
cock-head against my resisting butt hole. Slowly, it started to go
in. Bigger than any carrot or finger, Bobby's cock consumed my entire ass
with a splitting, fiery pain of pleasure. Even as he entered and pushed in,
I could hear his breathing getting faster. When he was just three-quarters
of the way in, the pain was so intense that I was about to try to get him
off me. But before I could do anything, Bobby grabbed me tightly and said
softly, "Jonathan, I'm cumming."

Although Bobby didn't move an inch, I could feel his cock beginning to pump
by itself inside me as the warm milky cum filled my insides. The feeling
was indescribable as his cock just kept pumping fluid as though he was
taking a piss inside my ass after a long night of drinking.

As the pumping slowed, Bobby rolled off to one side taking me with him. I
was now on top of him, with my hard prick in the air. Bobby was below me
with his cock still in my ass as he took his oily hand and began to beat me
off. After three or four pumps of my shaft, I was spewing over the both of
us.

We lay on the comforter totally spent as the videotape continued on to a
new fag scene where two very young looking boys were giving each other blowjobs in a penny arcade. We were too dazed to watch and quickly fell asleep
in a drunken-sex induced haze, which lasted until morning when I had to get
up early to meet my family for Sunday services.