Fuck the kid in a new position

From Create Your Own Story

You yank your huge meat out of the boy's ass and grin as the boy yowls. You grab his waist and roll him over onto his back, and shove your hands up under his knees, sliding him further onto the bed. Climbing on after him, you brace your own hairy legs to either side of his ass, and roll him high onto the small of his back. His eyes are wide behind his glasses, which have fallen crooked on his face under your assault. On his stomach, there's the leftover slime of his boyspunk - but his dick is still half-hard.

You ram your dick back into his battered boypucker and his voice cracks, "AUUUUGH!"

You lean over him, burying your 9 1/2 inches in deep with one massive thrust, and the boy's eyes clamp shut in a mix of pain, violation, shame, and lust. His dick is dripping again. Definitely a twisted little fucker. His chute is tight and red-hot under your rough and dry plowing.

"You like that, don't you son?" you snarl. "You like daddy raping your boy butt, don't you?"

"YESSSSS!" his voice is almost a sob.

You place one rough hand in the center of his chest and hold him down while you brutally sodomize his straining hole, slamming him so hard his head is soon crooked against the wall from shifting further and further up the bed. Your dick is clenched in his ass, and you can feel it rubbing at your cockhead just this side of painful. With a loud grunt, you lean all the way over the kid and bury your dick as deep as you can pound it for one last thrust before you blow your seed.

The boy's eyes widen in shock, and his glasses fall from his face as he feels you explode up his hole. Each surge of cum makes you grunt, and the boy's whole body spasms on your dick as his own cock spurts a second, smaller load of spunk across his stomach.

As soon as you're done, you pull your dick out of the boy - he yelps in pain - and stand up. You wipe yourself on your towel, and frown down at the spent boy.

"I'm done, boy. Get the fuck out."

The kid scrambles off the bed, wincing obviously as he struggles to stand. He picks up his towel and starts for the door, head down.

"Thank you," he says, his voice barely a whisper.

You laugh, and give his ass a hard swat as he passes by.

He ducks out the door and you stretch, wiping the spunk off your dick. It's rubbed nearly raw, and you sigh - definitely too much time in an unslicked boycunt, but it was worth it.

Time to head home.

You head to the locker room for your clothes. You're balls ache, and your dick is satisfied and fucking sore - a night well spent.

The End