He had to grab it, feel it, stroke it, worship it, love it! His hand reached out; knowing well that if he did not back out and did as asked, he will b...ecome a faggot for sure. The next words he heard were really disgracing and abusive, when the stranger yelled; calling Art, the mother fucking faggot and asked him to get going fast and touch it now.21 years old Arthur, the young white boy had just completed his under grad business classes about 4 months back and after completing a satisfactory. Started to ram his cock into me so fast and hard. His thighs slapping against my thighs so hard that it sounded as if some was was slapping some one. I moaned and managed to reached back and stop him whispering '...you gonna get us caught if you keep that up...' Willie B. answered '...OK, just push that pussy back to me and rub against me...' I was not getting out of there ant easier, so I started to back up to him as he grind and hunch slowly into my butt. We was in the throes of ecstasy for. " Aww, it's easy for a little pig-boy like you. You want it, I know."I did want it. I hadn't been fucked since I took Uncle Jake's porker up my ass two night ago, and I felt my asshole tingle at the thought of Hal's meat stretching me out."How about me getting you off with my mouth, and you can fuck me after you get some sleep?" O.K. Then suck me off, pig-boy. Take my nut!"I let his meat serpent into my mouth, and started bobbing my head up and down, up and down, down to his hairy base, then. ”“That’s my nickname. Come on, let’s get a beer. I’m buying,” said the second guy.“You’re on.” I hung up my cue and surrendered the table to the next pair of students. We left the billiards room and settled into a booth. Jim and I sat down, while Boris wandered off towards the counter. “You stood up to those clowns pretty well,” commented Jim.“Nothing to it. They were too drunk to play anyway,” I answered.“Drunks like to fight.”I shrugged. “Well, I wasn’t born with this nose.” I gave a lousy.