into Scott’s bowels; again Scott screamed, but this time in a short burst that quickly subsided.

“Ah…don’t worry. I’ll be all the way in your ass soon. Just try to relax,” George said as he slowly pistoned more of himself into Scott’s innards.

George renewed his efforts to fuck Scott with vigor. After a few minutes of impatient thrusting, moaning, and sweating, Scott’s virgin ass started to relent. George had wedged three inches into his co-worker when Scott’s ass finally stopped fighting, allowing George unfettered access. George, still holding Scott’s legs against Scott’s chest with both hands, a position which perfectly angled Scott’s hole onto George’s impaler, pistoned his hips, thrusting deeper into Scott’s sweet recesses. Exerting a lot of energy, George wedged his way into Scott’s butt, sinking himself little by little, thrust by thrust.

Scott closed his eyes again, breathed nosily from his nose, and held his legs against his chest. The sensation of being penetrated by a large fuck stick, the pulsing sexual energy emanating from his ass, permeating his entire body, was wonderful. Scott lifted his head to stare at the scene: George was sweating, dripping beads of musky water from his neck and chest, as he pounded and pounded inside Scott. George’s hands potently grasped Scott’s legs, arresting them in place. Then Scott saw it: George’s greedy shaft was halfway inside him and going deeper with every thrust.

Scott smiled widely and his hands reached out across to George’s sweat smeared chest, which caked his chest hair down. His hands caressed George’s chest, mixing the pre-sum still caked on his hands with the ample sweat dripping off George’s muscled chest. His hands roved over George’s chiseled torso, touching everything. With each rhythmic piston inside him, Scott moaned softly. He loved the throbbing sensation emanating from his insides, George’s rhythmic pounding reverberated throughout his body. Scott couldn’t wait any longer; he screamed, “Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!”

But George just continued to slowly wedge himself into Scott’s guts as he responded, “Don’t worry. When I am all the way in, I’m going to fuck you so hard that you’re going to want to stop screwing that stupid bitch girlfriend of yours.”

Luckily, Scott didn’t have to wait long; within a few minutes George had lodged himself, all nine-inches, into Scott, burying himself up to his pubes. George let out a satisfied grunt, victorious.

“And now you get fucked,” George announced, initiating a slow withdrawal from Scott’s bowels, retracting himself from Scott’s hole until only his cockhead remained inside. George spit onto his cock again, and then quickly proceeded to plunge himself back into Scott. This time, George was able to nicely slide his entire girth into Scott in one smooth thrust. Scott moaned his repetitive request again and again; George obliged. George thrust in and out of Scott, ripping sweat onto Scott’s stomach and chest, holding Scott’s legs firmly against his chest, which held his ass in the air for George to fuck.

The pacing of the thrusts grew more and more rapid. George thrust himself in and out of Scott’s conquered hole, banging Scott like a little tramp, a smacking sound reverberating throughout the room loudly with each potent thrust. Scott moaned appreciative sub-vocal grunts in step with each time George deep fucked him with the entire length of his massive sword-of-flesh.

Scott’s hand darted to his dick and started to beat off. His jerks were furiously quick, sending shockwaves of pleasure throughout his body. Soon Scott’s pre-cum was splashing everywhere: George’s torso, the tatami