him, George suggested in a marshal tone, “Lick it.”

Scott responded; he leaned up on both knees and wrapped his lips around the drenched head of George’s club. The salty flavor filled his mouth. Suddenly, George’s fuck stick bludgeoned the back of Scott’s mouth; George began to gyrate his hips back and forth, fucking Scott’s mouth. Instantly, Scott was hit by a spasm of coughing.

After Scott’s spasm of coughing dissipated, he massaged his throat with his clammy, wet hands, leaving snail trails of pre-cum on his chin and neck. Scott, still rubbing his neck, looked up at George, from beneath his behemoth conqueror to his clean-shaven face, and driven by some mad, long-repressed, passion and fantasy, stated excitedly, “Fuck me! Fuck me in the ass and make me lick it like you did to your roommate! I want you in me!

George stared down at Scott, a cocky grin smacked on his face, unsurprised at the lust of the boy-virgin, who really had no idea what he had just asked him to do. Looking directly into Scott’s eyes, George commanded, “Take off your clothes Scott,” the twang of a drill sergeant present in his voice.

Scott jumped to his feet and stripped with alacrity, spraying clothes in all directions. George finally unclasped his dress shirt’s wrist buttons, and nonchalantly tossed it aside, simultaneously stepping out of his pants and underwear. For a second, they stood naked in front of each other, erect, dripping, and ready to fuck like crazed rabbits, but Scott sat down on his ass in front of George, opening his legs.

George kneeled down on his knees in front of Scott, and used his right hand to push Scott on to his back. Scott slowly lay down, beginning to breathe heavily. Grasping Scott’s legs underneath his knees with both hands, George forced Scott to curl into a ball, pushing Scott’s knees against Scott’s chest. Legs pinned against his chest, Scott’s vulnerable ass lifted into the air slightly. George scooted his hips nearer Scott’s sweet hole, maneuvering his penetrating weapon to Scott’s crack.

George wiggled his hips into position, directing his sword of flesh to Scott’s waiting hole, and positioned it at Scott’s boy-pussy, letting his meat lightly push against Scott’s hole. George spit down on his own member, greasing it up even more.

“Now, I’m going to fuck you Scott,” George announced, nonchalantly. George let go of one of Scott’s legs, which were firmly pressed against Scott’s chest until then, and used his now free hand to muscle his cock into Scott’s tight ass. Against the resistance, George struggled to plow Scott through and through. After pushing himself into Scott for a few seconds, George finally inserted his cockhead into Scott’s ass.

Scott, who until now had just closed his eyes and held down his own legs, suddenly screamed in pain as his sphincter clamped down on George’s rock hard massiveness. Tears swept down his cheeks; he let go of his legs, which slingshot upward and smacked against George’s shoulders.

“Ah fucking Christ,” Scott moaned, his hips convulsing, trying to remove the penetrating fuck stick from his ass.

George didn’t move; he didn’t even try to retract himself from Scott. He left himself lodged in Scott’s ass as he angrily grasped Scott’s legs from around his shoulders and forced them all the way back onto Scott’s chest. This time, George strongly held down Scott’s legs, immobilizing him. Then George wedged his hips forward; after a moment of resistance, George sausaged more of his titanic fuck stick