Chapter 2
"You told him, didn't you?" Jamie asked, stripping off the elastic cupping of the jockstrap which had been pressed tightly about his cock and balls.
"Me?" Blane Tanners asked, his voice muffled within the T-shirt he was dragging over his head at the moment. "That what the rumor is out on the street?"
"Hell, no, that ain't the rumor out on the street," Jamie said, adding his damp athletic supporter to the pile of gym clothes on the bench beside him. "There ain't no rumor out on the street, and that's damned funny."
"Why blame it on me?" Blane asked, smiling. He was a handsomely attractive stud in his late twenties. He had black hair that was tousled and thick, black eyes set beneath thick lashes and brows, a nose which had been broken twice in street fights but didn't show it, a mouth that was pouty and sensuous, a square jaw and deeply clefted chin. "You never told me anything 'bout a planned robbery."
"I didn't hafta tell you," Jamie said, his hand gently shaking his cock and balls to evaporate the sweat that had made his snaking cock stick to his heavy scrotum. "You got enough contacts on the street without hearing nothin' from me."
"Me? Have contacts?" Blane asked giving a little laugh and dropping his gym shorts and jockstrap down around his hips in one fluid movement. "I just run a recreation center for you poor slum kids."
"Bullshit!" Jamie said, sitting stark naked on the bench, eyeing the equally naked man who stood before him.
Blane bent down and picked up his shorts and jockstrap, adding both of them to his own pile of clothing. He leaned his ass back into the coolness of the nearest metal locker and folded muscular arms over his equally muscular and hairy chest.
"Even if I wasn't the one, I'm fuckin' gad someone did it," Blane said. "You were all a bunch of Goddamned idiots. I wasn't gonna bring any of this up till you did, but you all deserved to get your butts spanked royal."
Jamie couldn't help smiling at that. Not only were Blane and Greg very good friends, but their minds had a way of running along the same track.
"Go ahead 'n smile," Blane said, misinterpreting Jamie's thoughts, "but if things had worked out different, you'd be smilin' out of the other side of your mouth now."
"You sound like my brother," Jamie said. Blane even looked like Greg in many ways -- the same dark complexion, dark eyes, rugged good looks. They'd been inseparable in their younger days -- Blane and Greg. Together they had ruled the neighborhood turf. In a way, they were still both port of the ruling hierarchy.
"You damn well oughta listen to one of us," Blane said.
"You and my brother ever make it together?" Jamie asked suddenly, standing at the same time to head for the shower. "The rumor is, the two of you had a real hot affair goin' once."
"What else the rumors say?"
"My brother had a bad time in prison that time they pulled him in after those gang wars. They say you brought him outta it."
"Greg never needed anybody's help," Blane said. "Not even mine. He could always take care of himself. That's a helluva lot more 'n I can say for his brother."
"I can take care of myself," Jamie said, dragging a towel free of the opened locker door over which he'd previously draped it.
Jamie entered the shower room and stepped beneath a nozzle that cut him off from Blane, who had remained temporarily in the other room. Jamie threw his towel over a pipe where it would be kept out of the line of spray. He turned on the water. The first rush of it was cold, hitting Jamie before the boy could successfully jump out of the way. Before Jamie had finished adjusting the water to his satisfaction, Blane had joined him in the shower room.
Blane, a towel hung around his neck, assumed a pose similar to the one he'd had before Jamie had deserted him minutes before. He leaned into the cool tile, folding his arms and watching.
Blane wanted a serious talk with this young boy of whom he thought so much. He wanted to really take hold of Jamie and shake the shit out of him and some sense into him. Instead, the only things he let touch the boy were his eyes. It was always a pleasure to look at the naked perfection of Jamie's body.
Jamie stepped into the flush of water, letting it wet his platinum-blond hair. The thick hair turned slowly wet to frame the handsomely boyish face.
Jamie was attractive. There would have been few people, even taking into account the various tastes of the whole, who would have contradicted the statement that Jamie was a good-looker. He had those all-American, boy-next-door looks that were epitomized by models in advertisements but which existed so seldom in reality. His hair was so blond it was almost white, and it would have looked right at home on an albino. Jamie, however, was not albino, his complexion being of the peaches-and-cream variety that still managed to tan naturally. The boy's skin had a bronzed tint, even though he spent all his time on city streets which seldom got a ray of sun that hadn't first been filtered through layer after layer of soot and smog. His eyes were green, his lashes and brows of a blond coloring that was at least two shades darker than the hair on his head, the effect being attractive in that it avoided the impression made by so many natural blonds that he had neither brows nor lashes. His left cheek was dimpled, his chin clefted, neither deeply. His mouth was fully-lipped and sensuous. The whole combination of facial features in no way relayed an impression of femininity. Jamie pretended to ignore Blane, although it was hard for him to do. Blane's adult body was a maze of muscle that domed his chest into two matched pectorals and scalloped his belly with taut ridges that wash boarded the abdominal surface. And below all that evidence of male animal was a wrist-thick drooping of cock that would have quickly told anyone that Blane was certainly a lot of man.
Jamie reached for the bar of soap in the niche of the tile and began to soap down his body. The boy's physique certainly wasn't filled out with the more abundant adult muscles of Blane's body, but it was well-sculptured in its own way nevertheless. It was smooth and almost hairless all the way from face to toes, with the exception of the blond strands that clustered at his crotch and beneath the boy's arms. There was a muscular definition that managed to indicate where pectorals would one day develop into swollen mounds of muscle, but the chest was, beside that, boyishly undeveloped. Jamie's belly was flat and faintly concaved between his hipbones. His legs were long and well-formed. His arms were swimmer's arms -- not bulged with muscle any more than the rest of the body, but definitely not skinny. And if Jamie's total good looks weren't enough, he had the added advantage of having a decidedly male cock on his young man's body. The cock hadn't been any longer than other boys' in the beginning, but, with the advent of puberty, all of that had quickly changed. Balls had dropped, and his prick had virtually exploded. What had been normal for a prepubescent youth had become a giant cock for a youthful adolescent almost overnight.
Jamie turned his back to the spray, taking hold of his cock with his soap-slicked fingers to wash it.
"Next time it's not gonna be as easy to get you all outta a mess like this time," Blane said. One hand held to each side of the towel draped around his neck. "If it wasn't for a favor somebody owed your brother, nothing woulda saved any of you punks. Doesn't any of that sink in just a little?"
"You know what sinks in?" Jamie asked, his hands sliding over the snake of his cock, over the bulbous bulk of his balls. "It sinks in that both you 'n my brother are fuckin' hypocrites, telling me to stay home 'n stick my thumbs up my ass for fun while you two was out at my age muggin' old ladies."
"I never mugged an old lady," Blane said in all seriousness.
"Shit, you know what I mean."
Jamie turned his front into the water, letting the run of the liquid wash away the soap. He then began to lather up again.
"I know what it was like when Greg and I were kids," Blane said. "But things should change for the better, shouldn't they? I mean, it shouldn't just hafta be a repeat of the same old things over and over and over, year after year after year, should it?"
"That why you came back here?" Jamie asked. "I mean, after you got that college scholarship 'n got all educated, we thought you'd split for good."
"I like kids," Blane said.
"Yeah, I know," Jamie said, a leer in his voice. He cupped his right hand beneath his cock and his balls, thrusting his genitals forward. He gave Blane a wink.
"Can't you ever be serious?" Blane asked.
"I'm tired of everyone bein' serious," Jamie said. "You're serious, my brother's serious, my mother was serious, my father was serious. Shit, can't there ever be a little fun outta life?"
"You call fun bein' put in jail so a bunch of bad-assed blacks and Puerto Rican studs can rape your young ass?"
"I'm tired of hearin' all those horror stories, too. Least that'd be somethin' different."
"You damn well won't think so if it ever happens to you," Blane promised. "Sometimes, once they get started, those guts don't stop. Once you've gotten through the line, the first guys're all hot an' horny to start again. You know how long a good-looking kid like you'd last in the slammer? You could count the minutes on the finger of one hand."
"I can take care of myself," Jamie said. "You don't grow up in a shithole neighborhood like this without knowin' how to handle yourself."
"You'd have been raped here long ago if it wasn't for your big brother," Blane said. "Take it from me, baby."
"Who'd wanta rape me!" Jamie said, giving a nervous little laugh. "All they gotta do is ask for my butt, an' it's theirs. You didn't havta fight me to the floor for that first fuck -- remember?"
"I'd like to think I was a little bit different from the typical queer on the streets," Blane said.
"Oh, Christ!" Jamie said, turning his back to begin soaping more of his chest, his belly, his cock and thighs. Blane was special. Blane was special, and Greg was special. And Jamie knew they had both been concerned about him and what he'd done. He pretended to be smug only because he was ashamed that he'd been involved, that those other kids had sucked him into their little games. He was embarrassed that his big brother had been forced to come to his rescue again. Jamie knew what happened to young kids who got taken away to jail even overnight, and he could feel the gut-twisting nearness of its having happened to him. Kids less attractive than Jamie had come back hardly able to walk, making vows they would die first before they spent another night in those sexual hell-holes. There'd been a kid over on Lester Street. Jamie had seen him a few times. He'd got picked up for shooting horse. He'd gone to jail and died there. The police had said he'd O.D.'d, but rumor had gotten out that he'd refused to be fucked and had gotten beaten to death. He shouldn't have bothered fighting. He only ended up dead, and he got fucked in the end midway.
"Listen, Jamie," Blane said. He'd left the wall and had walked over to the boy in the shower. He put his hand on Jamie's shoulders but didn't try to turn the bay to him. "Some people do get out of here. You can be one of them. Maybe that swimin' scholarship we talked about. Maybe it'll be something else, but Greg and I'll make sure you get out. Just don't screw it up before we can find the strings to pull to do it."
"You're gonna get me out like you got out?" Jamie asked facetiously. "What good did that fancy college education do you? You ain't nowhere except right back where you started. Here you are, runnin' a run-down recreation center for juvies who could give a shit. You call that out?"
"This is what I do best," Blane said. "Or it's what I like to think I do best. Once you get out, you won't have to come back like I did."
"Sometimes I don't think there's a way outta here," Jamie said, "an' that scares me, you know? 'Cause, it's all so fuckin' dirty here -- it ain't just the streets or the buildings that look like shit, but the people. They're dirty on the outside, an' they're dirty on the inside."
"You'll get out, I promise you," Blane said.
Jamie turned to face Blane, the boy's blond body glossed from the water.
"Why'd you come back here?" Jamie asked.
"People were here that I cared for," Blane answered. "What's life, even life out there, without the ones you really care about?"
"You still love him, don't you?" Jamie asked, knowing now what he had always known.
"Who can say?" Blane shrugged. "Love is so many things to so many different people."
"An' you knew he'd never leave, an' so you gave up all that to come back to this shithole."
"Your brother and I shared some good and some bad times together," Blane said. "Bonds are sometimes made from less. Who can say it's love or somethin' even more than that?"
"Greg'll never get outta here," Jamie said. "The syndicate owns his ass, but good."
"Without those syndicate connections, you'd be in jail now," Blane reminded.
"I remind you of Greg?" Jamie asked finally. On the surface, it would have seemed a ridiculous question: Greg was dark, Jamie was blond; Greg was all adult muscle, Jamie was all boyish litheness. But there was more to a similarity than just physical characteristics. Jamie's mother had more than once told Jamie he was beginning to act more and more like his older brother.
"You asking if I have sex with you because you recall childhood memories?" Blane asked, because the answer to that was probably a yes, even though, Blane would have probably never admitted it to anyone, including himself. "If you are, the answer's no. I have sex with you because you're Jamie Bravo, not just your brother's duplicate. You're a young, good-looking stud that can get me hotter than hell any day of the week by just standing in front of me. Take a look down there between our bellies and tell me what you see sprouting to life. It's not Greg Bravo's brother that's doing that to me. It's a young, blond stud who has got more going for him than he could ever imagine."
"You gotta help me get out, Blane," Jamie said, some of the actual fears finally beginning to show trough in his voice. "I get dreams I'll end up here forever."
"I will," Blane said. "I will, stud. I will."
Blane took Jamie in his arms, and the boy came more than willingly, meshing his body with Blane's as the water washed over them. Against his own comparatively hairless body, Jamie could feel the curling ham that matted Blane's chest, belly, and legs. Jamie pressed his cheeks into Blane's chest, raised his face as Blane bent to take Jamie's lips against his own. Their spit was warm, mingling with the water that cascaded over them.
"There's a better way to prove you're a man than robbing grocery stores," Blane said when the kiss we broken, his belly feeling the hardness of Jamie's cock jabbed against it. "You want to feel like a stud, you come to me."
"I wanta fuck you," Jamie said, his cock thumping a tattoo against the hardness of Blane's belly.
"Do you now?" Blane asked, his hands running the length of Jamie's spine, cupping the boy's buns in the squeeze of his large fingers. "Does a punk your age know anything at all about fuckin' a man?"
"Try me."
"On for size?" Blane asked, one of his hands passing around Jamie's hip and grabbing the boy's cock. "You think something this big's gonna fit up my tight little asshole?"
"It won't be a trip it ain't made before -- right, man?"
"No, I guess not," Blane ginned, giving Jamie's cock a few playful strokes.
Blane turned in Jamie's arms and stepped out of the spray so that the soap soon to be slicked into the crease of his ass wouldn't be quickly washed away. He bent from the waist, his hands on his thighs, offering up his ass to Jamie's will.
Where one would have expected patches of hair on Blane's back -- after seeing the hirsute conditions on the front of his body -- Blane's back and shoulders were completely hairless. The ripple of muscles was evident beneath naked skin. The spine made a trailing indent that was muted as it reached the lower back and the swellin of the man's ass. Hair began again on Blane's butt, silky strands of it that traveled along the inside of the buns and ran along the crease to blossom over the back of the man's muscular thighs.
Jamie knew what to do, and it wasn't just because he'd followed his brother's movements as Greg had prepared to fuck him. Jamie's initiation into male-male sex had not come from his brother. Jamie had fucked and been fucked shortly after his balls had dropped. He'd known the score long before Greg had decided to use a butt-fuck as some kind of punishment form. For someone who had always enjoyed the feel of a man's cock up his asshole -- having never endured the humiliation of a gang rape -- Jamie had thought Greg's choice of chastisement a little strange, but he wouldn't have let on for the world. If Greg had early lusted after his brother's body, the feeling had early been mutually reciprocal.
Jamie's body might have been off limits because of Greg's ultimatums on the street, but when Jamie took the initiative, there had been few men who could resist the opportunity for sex with him. At eighteen, Jamie was not as ignorant about sex as Greg might have believed. You didn't live on the streets as Jamie had done and maintain your innocence for long.
Jamie liked the feel of Blane's ass beneath his fingers as he soaped the cleavage formed by the twin buns. Blane had the feel of a man about him. Blane was a man and not a boy. So much of Jamie's male-male sex had been with kids as ignorant as he was. Blane, however, hadn't been ignorant. He'd come into Jamie's body with a world of sexual experiences behind him.
If Blane had been originally attracted to Jamie because he saw in the boy just a passing glimpse of Greg's personality, then Jamie had been attracted originally to Blane because the boy suspected Blane and Greg had once fucked up a storm together. Jamie had early determined to find out what was so special about the man who had managed to have sex with Greg even after Greg had supposedly undergone the traumas of rape in a jail cell. It must have taken quite a man to get Greg over enough of his hang-ups so that he could actually go to bed with another man and enjoy the sex he found there. And, as Jamie had found out, Blane was quite a man.
Jamie's fingers lovingly worked the crack between the swells of the buttcheeks, his soapy fuck-finger locating the pucker and playfully prodding the bung. The boy's cock was hard and ready, made more ready when, satisfied with the lubricant on Blane's butt, Jamie returned his attention to lubricating his own cock.
"About ready, stud?" Blane asked, turning his head to look behind him and getting a quick glimpse of the lathered cock Jamie had ready for him.
"Shit, yes," Jamie said, stepping forward and using his left hand to part the asscheeks as his right hand guided his swollen cock to Blane's puckered bung.
Jamie pushed, and, for a quick instant, Blane thought someone was trying to fist-fuck him without first going through the finger-by-finger preparation. His brownie concaved with the exerted pressure, yawned finally wide enough to accept the bulbous knob. The fisted mass pushed inside, the mouth of the asshole slipping to tightly gum the shaft of the dick. What had seemed like a clenched fist even before entry, now seemed even more like one lodged as it was up Blane's butt.
"Anyone ever tell you it's damned obscene for a eighteen-year-old-punk to have an elephant's cock?" Blane asked, his voice a bit breathless.
"You for one," Jamie answered, shoving to slid his cockhead deeper and plow in a couple of healthy cock-inches behind it.
"Jeeeesssusss," Blane hissed. "Careful you don't split my ass at my age."
"Don't worry," Jamie said, driving more of his cock home. "You could prob'ly take an elephant cock easy."
After the initial shock of his hung accepting the cockhead, Blane's ass muscles quickly adjusted not only to that bulk but to the rest to follow. Blane mentally willed his butt to relax, and it did so. He'd been fucked enough times in his butch young life that his body knew what was required of it in order to get the most out of any screw.
Jamie put one hand to each of Blane's hips, using his hold to keep the man's body relatively static while his pelvis bucked to drive his cock in to the root up Blane's butt. Jamie's sizable balls flopped against Blane's ass, the resulting ache a supplement to the pleasures spawned by the insertion of his cock up the tight asshole.
Once Jamie's cock was completely inside, Blane unbent, coming again to a standing position. Against his back, Blane could feel the smoothness of Jamie's chest, the hard buttons that were Jamie's nipples. His arms at his sides, Blane brought his hands back along his and Jamie's thighs, reaching behind them so that his fingers were able to take hold of Jamie's young ass. Blane pulled the boy closer into his body, jiggling his butt to a tighter fit into Jamie's lap.
"I can feel your prick inside me, stud," Blane said, acutely aware of the press of the fat cock against his prostate. "It's in real deep."
Jamie, a bar of soap in his right hand, began to lather Blane's body. Jamie's fingers mixed soap suds into the hairs on Blane's chest, painting in the lather, drawing swirls and figures on Blane's chest and belly, bath hands moving steadily downward for an eventual claiming of Blane's hard dick. All the while, Jamie's cock, hard as bone, was securely anchored up the confining snugness of Blane's butt.
The two were actually now moved almost completely out of the spray, but they were still engulfed by the mists of rolling steam. The golden crotch hair clustered around the root of Jamie's cock were mingled with the darker halts that lined the crease of Blane's butt. The two firm buns of Blane's ass were joined tightly with Jamie's crotch and lower belly.
Jamie enjoyed his cock up Blane's ass. It was so fucking exciting having his cock jabbed deeply up the hole where the vibrations of the ass walls could spasm along the total length of his cock. It was exciting to fuck Blane, because Blane was so evidently a man. There was no mistaking Blane for a woman or an effeminate faggot. There was just too much muscle here on this body, too much brawn, too much cock and bull-like balls. Jamie had never fucked a girl, and he couldn't imagine ever wanting to fuck one. A woman seemed too soft, too pliant, so possessed of all those characteristics which would make a fuck somehow hardly exciting.
Both of Jamie's hands grabbed hold of Blane's cockshaft, the boy's fingers interlacing across the broad underside, his thumbs locking over the equally broad back of the cock. Blane's prick was a handful, two handfuls as a matter of fact. Jamie could feel the run of veins against his palms and fingers. He brought his hands downward into Blane's belly, pulling all the loose flesh down over the hard bone like core, of the rod he held. The heels of Jamie's hands mashed into the compacting mass of Blane's nuts. As Jamie felt the bulge of the cock within his fingers, he couldn't help imagining how it would have been to see this huge cock being planted up Greg's ass. Or did Greg, after his traumatic gang rape in jail, ever allow Blane to fuck him in the ass? Somehow, Blane didn't seem like the type of stud who would have long been satisfied with continually playing the bottom man in any gay relationship.
Jamie began his screw in earnest, pulling his cock slowly out of Blane's butt as his hands slipped up the shaft of Blane's cock en route to the rosy knob. Blane's butt seemed reluctant to release the dick it had so thoroughly adjusted to, and the friction caused by all those exiting inches exuded a heat that spread to engulf both his asshole and the cock which was fucking it.
"A kid as young as you shouldn't know how to give a guy such a good fuck," Blane said, his body trembling with the drag of Jamie's thick cock over and against the walnut-sized prostate positioned up his butt.
"You rather have a fuckin' rookie up your ass, man?" Jamie asked, his hips jamming his cock again up the butt, his hands again on a downward stroking over the shaft of the cock they were strangling.
No, Blane far preferred the expert way Jamie's cock was plowing his ass -- the kid had a point there. Except it seemed a bit strange, perhaps even a bit sad, that someone as young as Jamie was already so knowledgeable about sex -- any kind of sex. Blane knew for a fact that there were places in the States where a kid Jamie's age wouldn't have been matured beyond his guilt complexes from masturbation. Here Jamie was fucking his God only-knew-what-number asshole. Blane had been out in the world, seen how the other half lived, and he couldn't help wondering if kids like Jamie weren't really missing out on a hell of a lot by not being able to discover life or sex in a slower, more gradual manner. Life somehow had a way of rushing in on the kids in the slums, stealing away childhood's to make mere kids jaded adults before their time.
Jamie leaned his cheek into Blane's back, feeling the softness of the skin, the hardness of the muscle knotted beneath it. His cheek stuck in the moisture. The boy pumped his ass, gave a continual series of in-and-out slides that were slow, long, and languid.
Jamie suddenly felt very safe with Blane there in the shower. Beyond the shower room, the outside doors were locked and secured by four padlocks and an alarm system. No one could get in without their knowing about it. No one could know what they were doing, could endanger the perfection of their mating. Jamie had long ago started coming around after closing to shoot a few extra baskets with Blane. Jamie had long ago started to finish up his visits with other balls beside those dropped through the white net of the hoops.
With each push and pull of his cock up Blane's ass, Jamie felt the pleasures swelling inside of him. He was strangely content in knowing that the pleasure wasn't a one-sided thing. Jamie knew that Blane enjoyed these sessions. Jamie could tell Blane was enjoying this particular session. It was easy to detect the faint trembles that rolled through Blane's body as Jamie fucked it. It was easy to distinguish the throbbing of the cock Jamie held gripped between his masturbating fingers. It was easy to recognize each and every spasming that clamped Blane's asshole tightly around the fucking plug of Jamie's cock.
Jamie was right in his assumption that Blane was enjoying. Hell, yes, Blane was having a good time being fucked! Why the hell not? The cock up his butt belonged to an attractive young stud who knew a lot about how, to fuck a man and make that man enjoy it. The cock up Blane's ass was doing its job. Blane liked these moments. They made him thankful that he'd come back to the neighborhood. Sex away hadn't been quite like this, but then sex away from the slums had never included Greg Bravo or Greg's brother.
Jamie's cock was drooling its mess of pre-cum with each glide of his cock in and out of the asshole. Blane's shitter was sopped with the sticky transparent fluid and the soap that somehow managed to make the fucking strokes smoother while simultaneously increasing the existing friction of flesh against flesh. The fit of the asshole around the cock became even tighter, the snug gripping acting more quickly to strip the cock toward its climax.
They were both into the screw by now. Blane's hands still clamped into Jamie's butt and aided Jamie on all the inward thrusts. Blane pulled the boy into him so that the kid's pelvis bruised his butt even as the cock fucked it.
There was a bubbling of suds at Blane's asshole, churned up inside the bung and now foaming at the pucker. The white mass haloed the circumference of the cock base, got caught in the webbing of blond hairs that clustered on Jamie's lower belly and balls.
It was good, it was fucking good. And the two would have liked for it to go on forever. Lost in sex, they could forget the ugliness of the world beyond the shower, beyond the building that housed the recreation center. It was dark outside, and in that darkness things were happening which were far removed from the beauty of this screw. Men and women were getting raped, little old ladies were getting their purses snatched, people were getting mugged or knifed or shot, stores were being robbed, teenagers were popping pills, shooting heroin, sniffing coke. There was hell all around them, but these two men had somehow managed, if only for a few precious moments, to find a pocket of heaven within the purgatory.
Jamie turned his face into Blane's shoulder, his forehead pressing into the muscle, his nose pugging.
"I'm close," Jamie grunted, his fists continuing to whip Blane's cock even while the boy's hips moved into a faster fucking rhythm.
"Let it come, stud," Blane said in reply. "I'm gonna be right there with you... right with you... right... JESUS FUCK ALMIGHTY!"
And Blane was there with him. Or, rather, Jamie was there with Blane, since it was Blane who actually went into orbit first. Blane's balls, cum-bulged and housed within their grapefruit like mass of tough skin, let loose. The hot jizz rushed through the tubes, pulsed out of the slit of Blane's cock like a comet with a snow-white tail. The wads of cum were airborne, shot after shot blasting free to splatter eventually upon awaiting shower tiles.
The eruption of Blane's cock sent the man's whole body into spasms of ecstasy. His asshole opened wider and then collapsed against Jamie's fucking cock. The walls of his asshole undulated along the rod as Blane's guts seemed focused at his crotch and ejecting through his own cock.
Blane's fingers clamped hard into Jamie's butt, squeezed until even that firm young flesh turned red and oozed through the spaces between his gripping fingers. The visual effects of Greg's beating had faded, but the soreness which had remained was aggravated now by the clawlike insistency of the fingers on Jamie's butt. The resulting pain, which really didn't seem a pain to the hyped boy, was only a mere stimulus to shake Jamie's body with its own eruption.
Jamie let go, his cock feeding Blane's butt with a vomiting of hot, salty cum. The cock, which continued a staccato pumping even as it was into ejaculation, streamlined through its own mess of sperm, streaked the ass walls with jizz, suctioned a wet wash of fuck cream from the bung to let it mingle with the soap suds on Jamie's belly and balls.
Jamie's legs went stiff. Every muscle in his body tautened. His nipples were rock-hard against Blane's back. The boy opened his mouth, grunting undecipherable words of pleasure as he drooled spit all over Blane's shoulder. His fingers wet with the sperm now oozing from Blane's cock, Jamie squeezed hard against his handful of man-meat.
"Jesus," Blane mumbled softly. And for the next few minutes, there were no sounds in the room except for the water and the heavy breathing of two sexually exhausted studs.