Finished by Hand by William Anthony Read Free Book Online Page B
Authors: William Anthony
and the boys, banging into Georgeâs buttocks with my body, plugging his bung with my dong. I shafted to the hairy balls and back out again, back in again full length and width, stretching, stroking the young manâs anus. He convulsed his ass muscles, whether deliberately or instinctually I know not which, so his bum was actually sucking on my plunger even as I plumbed it. I shimmered with an ecstatic warmth, boring into that furnace-hot, screw-tight back-tunnel of love.
I fucked Everettâs torrid anus next, bloating the raven-haired ladâs innocent rump with my rod, then blasting it. The bed creaked and jumped, my tensed thighs clapping against rippling buttocks, my cock cleaving ass and reaming chute. Hard, heavy panting was the order of the day, grunting and groaning, sounding even above the other noises of sexing in progress, as I ploughed into Thomas and William, delved their pink, molten depths and the limitless fathoms of my depravity. I fucked boy after boy, slamming their bottoms, pistoning their anuses, my frenzy knowing no bounds.
And when I wasnât ramming one young rump with my cock, I was pumping the one next to it with two or three of my fingers. It was a difficult sexual balancing act, which I executed â dare I say? â to perfection; pounding into one steaming hole with my cock while I stoked another with my fingers. I only wished that my head was off down by my hips somewhere, so I could lick and lap a third boyish anus as I fucked two others with digits and dong.
The young men revelled in the wild rutting just as much as I did, their erections shifting against the sheets to the raucous rhythm of my cocking efforts. And it was not too long, by gad, before George squealed and shuddered convulsively, squirting into the bedlinen. I tore my fingers out of Thomasâ rectum to steady myself, rolled George over, took a hold of his pipe and pumped sizzling semen out with my hand. As I kept drilling Everettâs anus.
To feel, to see, to almost taste the young manâs orgasm, to encourage the spasming of his cock and the expression of utter bliss on his face, was enough to make my blood and balls boil, my cock seize up with imminent release in the clasping sleeve of Everettâs ass. And then Everett shivered violently and spectacularly beneath me, his glorious glutes gyrating with a force more than that generated by my spanking thighs. He was striping the sheets with his sheer ecstasy. I pulled out of the lad, plunged into Thomas, rolled Everett over, and took a hand in his fountaining glee.
William and Thomas quickly followed semen-spraying suit, my frenzied chute-chuffing sending them into sticky, shrieking rapture. I bellowed myself, forsooth, yanked my cock out of Williamâs gesticulating rear-end and jacked my jerking joy all over the breathless boys one and all, raining down my giddy appreciation of their beauty on their faces and chests and cocks; emptying my balls and soul until I didnât have so much as a knee to soundly stand on. I collapsed into the overheated, overwrought mass of come-streaked young manhood. And the boys and I rolled around in our sticky, hot reverie.
âI couldnât persuade you to stay the night, could I, old chap?â Bertrand greeted me on my shaky return to the parlour. âIâve got some orgy photographs Iâd love to get your opinion on. Fancy youâre up to it?â
I dropped down to my knees at the manâs still fully inflated cock, and grabbed on with hand and mouth once again. Iâm one of the greatest admirers of Bertrandâs body of work, you see, and not about to refuse any request that he makes.
Two in the Bed
by Drew Payne
When I opened my eyes I didnât know where I was. It was only for a minute, but it felt so weird. Guess it was being hung over but I didnât even recognise my own bedroom, my head was so thick. The next minute I knew where I was, but it still felt strange;
I fucked Everettâs torrid anus next, bloating the raven-haired ladâs innocent rump with my rod, then blasting it. The bed creaked and jumped, my tensed thighs clapping against rippling buttocks, my cock cleaving ass and reaming chute. Hard, heavy panting was the order of the day, grunting and groaning, sounding even above the other noises of sexing in progress, as I ploughed into Thomas and William, delved their pink, molten depths and the limitless fathoms of my depravity. I fucked boy after boy, slamming their bottoms, pistoning their anuses, my frenzy knowing no bounds.
And when I wasnât ramming one young rump with my cock, I was pumping the one next to it with two or three of my fingers. It was a difficult sexual balancing act, which I executed â dare I say? â to perfection; pounding into one steaming hole with my cock while I stoked another with my fingers. I only wished that my head was off down by my hips somewhere, so I could lick and lap a third boyish anus as I fucked two others with digits and dong.
The young men revelled in the wild rutting just as much as I did, their erections shifting against the sheets to the raucous rhythm of my cocking efforts. And it was not too long, by gad, before George squealed and shuddered convulsively, squirting into the bedlinen. I tore my fingers out of Thomasâ rectum to steady myself, rolled George over, took a hold of his pipe and pumped sizzling semen out with my hand. As I kept drilling Everettâs anus.
To feel, to see, to almost taste the young manâs orgasm, to encourage the spasming of his cock and the expression of utter bliss on his face, was enough to make my blood and balls boil, my cock seize up with imminent release in the clasping sleeve of Everettâs ass. And then Everett shivered violently and spectacularly beneath me, his glorious glutes gyrating with a force more than that generated by my spanking thighs. He was striping the sheets with his sheer ecstasy. I pulled out of the lad, plunged into Thomas, rolled Everett over, and took a hand in his fountaining glee.
William and Thomas quickly followed semen-spraying suit, my frenzied chute-chuffing sending them into sticky, shrieking rapture. I bellowed myself, forsooth, yanked my cock out of Williamâs gesticulating rear-end and jacked my jerking joy all over the breathless boys one and all, raining down my giddy appreciation of their beauty on their faces and chests and cocks; emptying my balls and soul until I didnât have so much as a knee to soundly stand on. I collapsed into the overheated, overwrought mass of come-streaked young manhood. And the boys and I rolled around in our sticky, hot reverie.
âI couldnât persuade you to stay the night, could I, old chap?â Bertrand greeted me on my shaky return to the parlour. âIâve got some orgy photographs Iâd love to get your opinion on. Fancy youâre up to it?â
I dropped down to my knees at the manâs still fully inflated cock, and grabbed on with hand and mouth once again. Iâm one of the greatest admirers of Bertrandâs body of work, you see, and not about to refuse any request that he makes.
Two in the Bed
by Drew Payne
When I opened my eyes I didnât know where I was. It was only for a minute, but it felt so weird. Guess it was being hung over but I didnât even recognise my own bedroom, my head was so thick. The next minute I knew where I was, but it still felt strange;