Skinhead

Moonlight and shadows.

“I use my phone light to direct Joe’s gaze to the strong pale legs of the skinhead, who has peeled his jeans down his thighs and past his knees. He’s standing in as wide a stance as he can, and his long cock hangs heavy and ready. Joe’s curls make a fine grip for my fingers, and he’s quickly on his knees. The man is brutal, sending his cock to the back of Joe’s throat in one totally determined push. I keep Joe’s neck in my hand, caressing him with gentle fingers, making sure he does me proud. He shuffles on his knees to find a better position, but now we’ve started his needs just aren’t important. Spit and snot and sweat are soon dipping from his face.”