BAREBACKING GAY BREEDING SEX BY THE LOCAL TEAM
"Turn around. Drop your pants."
Joe did as he was told, pulling at the snaps on the waistband of his
sports pants. They came away easily, the big samoan feeling Jonahs
massive presence behind him, close. He tugged at his pants, getting
them open more, feeling a hot flush travel through his muscular body.
He was gonna get screwed by the Razorbacks star halfback! He was being
blackmailed even worse than he first was and was about to get fucked
in the ass by the same guy who made him go down on him so often.
"I dunno bout this, Jonah." Joe felt the halfbacks strong, big hands
on his body, flinching slightly.
"Fuck, well I am, homeboy. Im sure. Yo on that squad. Just relax."
Joe felt his pants come away, Jonahs heavy hand pulling them off. They
puddled on the floor further up from his bed, tossed easily aside. It
reminded Joe of Jonahs awesome power. His strength and speed. He
remembered the huge blacks onfield prowess. Suddenly bluntly reminded
of his sexual prowess. His cloudy mind tried to reason with him,
remind him of dimensions, impossibilities.
"Get on yo bed."