Chapter 5
Tyler slowed the car, passed the young hitchhiker and then pulled over along the side of the road in front of him. The kid ran to close the distance. Tyler pushed the button to lower the automatic window on the passenger side. He waited until the kid's face appeared in it. The youth was blond. Jeff was blond.
"Need a lift?"
"Thanks," Jamie said, opening the door and getting in. "Nice care you got here. Foreign?"
"Italian," Tyler answered, moving the auto back onto the highway. The road was devoid of traffic and had seemed that way for the past hundred miles of driving. "How far are you going?"
"Estling. Know where that's at?"
The name sounded vaguely familiar, but Tyler couldn't place it.
"Is it on this highway?" Tyler asked, adjusting the rear-view mirror so that it wasn't focused on the road behind but on the kid in the seat beside him. He tried to guess the kid's age. He found it was difficult to pinpoint any satisfactory estimate. The boy looked very young, but there was an air about him of a maturity that went beyond mere physical appearances.
"There's a turn-off in Petersborough," Jamie answered. "Think you'll be goin' that far?"
"I'm heading all the way to the coast," Tyler said. "If Petersborough is on the way, sure I can drop you off there."
"That'd be great, man," Jamie said, settling back into the plush bucket seat. There was a smell of leather in the car. The aroma was heavy and slightly aphrodisiacal. Jamie felt enveloped by the luxury. This was the way to go. It sure as hell beat riding in a train with a bunch of turkeys. Although, Blane was likely worried and furious upon discovering Jamie's disappearance.
"You wouldn't be a runaway, would you?" Tyler asked, making it sound like the joke it was. He was curious, however, as to what the kid was doing out here in the middle of nowhere.
"Me?" Jamie laughed. "I really look like one?"
"So what's a clean-cut kid like you doing thumbing out here in the boondocks?"
"Must be the haircut an' new clothes," Jamie said. Beneath him, all around him, there was the purr, of the expensive auto. It was an almost sexual experience to be sitting here with this attractive stranger in the private little world made by the Italian car. "If you'da seen me a coupla days ago, you prob'ly wouldn'ta stopped the car."
"I doubt that," Tyler said, turning from the mirror to get a good look at his companion. Again, he found himself thinking of Jeff. He'd been torn in two directions when he'd gotten word from his father that he was to leave the logging crew and report home. He'd been sorry to go but happy to get away just the same. He wouldn't have missed his experiences with Jeff for anything, but at the same time it had been a huge responsibility bringing a young boy out. And Jeff had been a novice, even if he had come on like gangbusters during their first encounter. Tyler didn't know how bias other people could be in initiating a neophyte into the mysteries of gay sex, but be couldn't be. He'd felt very protective toward the young boy who was the age of his own son. Simultaneously, he had realized that he had no right to be possessive toward him. In a way, it was probably better for both of them that it was forced to an ending this way. Jeff would soon discover that, no matter what he might presently think, Tyler wasn't the ultimate last word in sex partners. It wouldn't take Jeff too long to discover that, either. Jeff was an attractive, sensuous young man, and Tyler had left him with enough experience to cope with anything in bed. Tyler just wouldn't be there to see it, and that realization had somehow released a heavy burden from the man's shoulders.
"Oh, I guess I didn't look all that crappy," Jamie said, deciding he didn't want to give the impression he was a burn in disguise. After all, despite the fact tat the money hadn't been abundant enough to throw away, Greg had always seen that his younger brother had clean clothes and cash for a haircut. Compared to some of the other people in the neighborhood, the Bravos were sitting pretty. "I had to get spiffed up more'n usual so some rich guy wouldn't stick his nose too far up in the air when he met me."
"That all sounds a bit complicated. Is it?" Tyler asked, putting his foot on the accelerator. He could tell the effect the car had on the boy. There was certainly something to be said for that old adage that some men enjoyed cars more than they did women.
"Some rich guy's holdin' an athletic competition for some of us poor kids. The winners're s'posed to come away with college scholarships. I figure there's gotta be a gimmick somewhere. No one gives somethin' for nothin'."
"This guy can't be too rich if he's making all of his competitors walk," Tyler commented, his foot growing heavier on the gas. He could see the way the young blond's body was being pressed back into the sensuous grip of all the expensive upholstery. The kid liked the speed, the faint vibrations of the motor, the smell of the leather. His face was noticeably flushed.
"Oh, we had train tickets, but I rode far as Hilltown and then cashed in my ticket. Figured I could make it the rest of the way by foot an' keep the extra for spendin' cash."
"Hope that doesn't get you off to a bad start with your rich benefactor," Tyler said, his eyes partially on the road and partially on the speedometer.
"I don't give a shit what the guy thinks," Jamie said. "It wasn't my idea to come to this thing anyway. I don't plan on comin' away with nothin' but the couple dollars I ripped off those rail tickets."
"You don't mind my driving a little fast, do you?" Tyler asked, knowing the answer to that question before he had even asked it.
"Nab," Jamie said quickly, and then added after a short pause: "I kinda like it."
"So, what kind of an athletic jock are you?" Tyler asked.
"I do pretty good at swimmin'," Jamie said, his eyes fascinated by the way the trees were whipping by outside the car's window. It was weird, but he had no real sense of speed. He was lulled by the persistent low humming of the motor, by the softness of the seat, by the hypnotic pounding of his heart against his ribcage. "I'm pretty good on the track, too. Got some good trainin' from Blane Tanners. Ever hear of him?"
"Afraid not. Is he good?"
"He useta be real good," Jamie said, actually proud of Blane's past exploits on the track field. "Broke a lot of college records, an' a couple still stand."
"It's because of him that you're on your way to Estling?"
"Him an' my brother are tight. They're lookin' to get me outta the city. They're sure I'm gonna end up a typical juvenile delinquent."
"And you? What do you think?"
"Who knows?" Jamie shrugged. "Maybe they're right. Maybe I will."
"So maybe you'll win one of those scholarships and eventually head for college."
"Shit, Blane had four years of college," Jamie said. "That didn't keep him from comin' back to the old neighborhood. He's back there now, runnin' a crummy recreation center an' tryin' to save all our souls."
"I take it you don't approve?" Tyler asked. He saw an upcoming curve that seemed a little too sharp to take at the speed they were traveling. It was strange how tempting it was to try and make it anyway, but Tyler's better judgment got the best of him, as it always did. He eased off the pressure of his foot on the gas pedal, letting the car coast into the curve.
"He was an asshole to come back," Jamie said, bank on the subject of Blane.
"You're awfully young to be such a cynic," Tyler said.
"Cynic? That the big word for it?"
"No matter what the word, you're too young to be one."
"You grow up fast where I live," Jamie said. The car had slowed to a normal speed, but the adrenaline of the fast ride was still active in the boy's veins. The feeling was as good as speed -- the drug variety. "You didn't grow up knowin' too many hard times, did ya?"
"We were very poor," Tyler lied. "I vowed early that I'd get out and, make something out of myself."
"Sure, man," Jeff said facetiously, not for a minute being pulled in by Tyler's line of hogwash.
"You don't sound too convinced."
"No one gets outta the slums," Jamie said. "I don't believe none of those phony success stories. I don't know one guy from my neighborhood who ever made it anywhere for long. Shit, you're so useta it, you feel funny walkin' down a street where there ain't a chance of gettin' mugged."
"Why is it you don't look anything like a juvenile delinquent, I wonder?" Tyler asked. "I somehow can't picture you as ever looking too seedy even with longer hair and dirtier clothes."
"Man, you don't know the half of it," Jamie said, feeling somehow slighted that Tyler didn't see him as a delinquent. He didn't really know why that derogatory label seemed suddenly so attractive to him, but it did. "Kids in the streets learn a shitload of things early."
"Like what?" Tyler persisted, amused in that he sensed he had somehow disappointed the kid in not seeing him as one of the typical slum rats one usually pictured as inhabiting the streets of the ghetto.
"Like sex," Jamie said, picking a subject which he thought would have the biggest shock value. He also picked it, because he'd gotten a hard-on while the car was at high speeds, and his cock was still solid within his pants. He'd momentarily thought of mentioning the fact that he had been involved in a robbery, but didn't really want the guy to get upset and dump him by the side of the road for fear of getting stuck up and robbed.
"You mean your balls have actually dropped?" Tyler asked, deciding to exchange verbal shock for verbal shock. The kid's affected macho was faintly amusing.
"Dropped a long time ago," Jamie answered.
Tyler gave an obvious glance at the bulge of Jamie's crotch and then caught Jamie's eye before turning his attention back to the highway.
"Yes, I would say they had indeed dropped," Tyler commented, unable to keep the smile off his lips.
Jamie wondered if he was embarrassed at Tyler's blatant stare and decided he couldn't be. Jamie didn't remember ever having been embarrassed by anything. Now, he decided he was just a bit surprised. Tyler's stare had been startlingly obvious and something Jamie hadn't been expecting under the circumstances. Jamie had always believed that Tyler's action was indicative only of the lower class. The evident expense of the car, the apparent affluence of the driver, had somehow eliminated initially all passable sexual aspects from this particular encounter. Even though Blane had told Jamie that the morals of the rich were even lower than the scum in any slum's gutters, even though there was always talk of finding a rich sugar daddy to take someone out of the back streets and set him up in an apartment across town, Jamie had actually had very little experience with people beyond those within his own immediate neighborhood. Jamie, for the first time in his life, actually began to feel uncomfortable and definitely out of his element.
"I hope I didn't embarrass you," Tyler said, his smile widening despite himself. After all, it had been Jamie who had brought up the subject of sex to begin with. "The car still affects me that way, too, sometimes."
"Affects you what way?" Jamie asked, sorry he had asked almost as soon as the question was out of his mouth. He wondered if Tyler would give him a straight-forward answer.
"Gives me a hard-on," Tyler said.
Jamie didn't answer. He settled deeper into the soft leather of the seat. He didn't answer, because he frankly didn't know what to answer. Maybe all of this was just harmless chit-chat. Maybe this was how everyone talked who drove Italian sports cars. Maybe there were no inherent innuendoes. Jamie was suddenly afraid he was going to make a fool out of himself, and he didn't want that. He was enjoying the pleasure of riding in such comfort. He was even enjoying his companion's company. He had frankly found himself on the verge of panicking out on that deserted road. It had all been so strange, what with all those frees and not a building in sight. Jamie had been born and raised in the city atmosphere. He really wasn't used to places without wall-to-wall concrete. Tyler, with his car, had arrived in the nick of time.
"Don't worry," Tyler said, noticing the uneasiness that had taken over since the youth had shifted the conversation to the subject of sex. "You have nothing to worry about from me. I'm a perfectly harmless man with a son who's probably about your age."
About your age. It had been basically what he had said to Jeff that first day out in the woods. The phrase hadn't stopped him then. Would it stop him now? Tyler gave another quick glance in Jamie's direction, trying to read something in the boy's face. Tyler then began chastising himself and turned his attention back to the road. A car passed them, coming from the opposite direction. It was the first car Tyler had seen in over an hour of driving.
Tyler knew what he was thinking, and he was frankly disgusted by his thoughts. He'd just been congratulating himself but seconds before on how lucky he'd been to sever his sexual ties with Jeff, and already he was thinking of sex with this young kid who, on closer examination, might prove to be just as young as Jeff had been. Tyler should have never given in to Jeff that day in the woods. Once he'd overcome his intuitive taboo about tricking with mere youngsters, he'd broken down his defenses for time and eternity. What was he now? A man destined to seek out youth and innocence? Still, what kind of innocence could this kid have, despite his evident youth? The boy had admitted himself that he'd had sexual initiation early, and a kid didn't hitchhike too long on any road, going anywhere, without learning the facts of life damned fast. That would have especially been the case with someone as good-looking and evidently well-hung as this young stud.
"My name is Tyler, by the way," Tyler said finally. "I don't think we ever got around to official introductions, did we?"
"Mine's Jamie."
Jamie -- Christ, the kid's name even started with the same first initial. Jeff. Jamie. Was Tyler falling into some kind of perverted groove?
The two rode awhile without saying anything. Jamie began to feel more uncomfortable in the silence, sorry that he'd allowed himself to get carried away. What had he been trying to pull by talking about how it was back there in the city?
Tyler undoubtedly wasn't interested. And what had he been doing by bringing up sex with a complete stranger? Still, after a few minutes to think back, Tyler hadn't been at all shocked or put off by Jamie's introduction of sex into the conversation. In fact, Tyler had been quite fast in pursuing the subject.
Jamie stole a quick glance at the space between Tyler's opened thighs, thinking he could actually discern a boner jutting downward along the left thigh. But then, hadn't Tyler already made the harmless comment that the car often had a sexual effect on him, also?
Tyler's cock was hard all right, but it wasn't the car's fault by any means. The man had found himself going back over the things he'd done to and with Jeff over the past three weeks. It wasn't so much those thoughts which had made Tyler's cock spring into a hard-on. What had actually been the prime stimulus had been the man's spontaneous substitution of Jamie's face and body into the place of Jeff in much of his present fantasizing.
"You don't look old enough to have a son my age," Jamie said, thinking suddenly of how old his own father had been when he'd died.
"I married young," Tyler said, glad Jamie had at least decided to again come to life.
"Where's he now? Your son, I mean. Home?"
"God, you might think it's horrible, but I don't even know. The last I heard, he and his mother were in Los Angeles or Las Vegas."
"You divorced?" Jamie asked. He'd known a lot of kids who had come from broken homes. He always felt sorry for them. His mother and father had always been on the best of terms.
"Yes, we're divorced," Tyler said, trying to remember what his wife looked like now, what his son had looked like the last time he'd seen him. He couldn't clearly remember either.
"I'm sorry," Jamie said.
"Don't be," Tyler answered, momentarily lost in his own thoughts. "She did absolutely nothing for me after a while -- in bed or otherwise."
"But you had a son," Jamie reminded. What could be butcher than fucking a woman and getting your own son? And yet, Blane's friend, that Mr. Thaner, he'd had a wife, and Jamie had had the feeling that he and Blane had still been making it together in the bedroom.
"I was playing a game," Tyler said. "Life is full of little games, and doesn't it sometimes get damned tiresome playing them? Wouldn't it be nice if two people could meet, like each other, and have sex without going trough the fucking rigmarole of game-playing?"
"Yeah," Jamie answered.
Tyler suddenly pulled the car to the side of the road and stopped it amid the sounds of burning rubber and flying gravel.
"Do you actually believe that it's even possible to meet any person and not go through the game-playing?"
"Sure," Jamie answered. And what was Tyler really asking him? Could the two of them have sex, just like that, just because they both found each other physically attractive, just because they both had hard-ons? Did Tyler find Jamie attractive? Jamie was realizing quickly that he was sexually attracted to Tyler. Tyler had the older butch looks that Jamie had always found appealing in another man. That Tyler's masculinity could still hold up in such expensive surroundings was an excellent proof of the man's aura of maleness.
"Would you like to drive the car?" Tyler asked.
"Me?" Jamie replied automatically. Oh, he'd driven a car once or twice, usually after he and a couple of other kids had swiped one and gone joy-riding for a few blocks before dumping it, but he'd never been behind the wheel of a machine like this one. The very thought of having all that horsepower at his command was slightly heady. His throat went tight, his hands went sweaty. More adrenaline ejected into the boy's system, and he felt giddy.
"I want to go fast," Tyler said, "Real fast. I want to go on a ride with you. Just you, and me, and this high-powered baby. Down the road. I want to experience now. Are you game?"
Tyler didn't wait for an answer. Leaving the motor idling, he opened the door and got out, walking to the passenger side. Jamie opened his door and came out to meet the man. They stood facing each other, each ones eyes dilated with anticipation of what was to come. Tyler knew he'd always been a bit afraid behind the wheel of this car, and that was why it had never gone as high as it could. Even a couple of minutes before, the auto had been nowhere near its peak speed. Tyler sensed Jamie would take them faster if just to prove that he had the guts Tyler was apparently attributing to him.
Tyler took Jamie's right hand, pulling it quickly to the hardness at his crotch.
"Take me fast!" Tyler said. "So fast that this hunk of meat here in my pants can cream from the excitement. Do you think you can trip me out that far?"
"I can fuckin' try," Jamie said, excited by the feel of the ridge of hard cock flesh beneath the bulge of Tyler's trousers.
"Do more than try," Tyler said. "Do it!"
He dropped Jamie's hand from his grain and pushed past him into the auto. Shutting the door behind him, Tyler affixed the seat and shoulder belts to secure his body.
Jamie went around to the driver's side and got in.
It would be a ride both of them would never forget, while, at the same time, it would be a ride that neither of them actually could remember. It would come back to them later in life as one of their most thrilling and exciting moments. It would be a blurring recollection of fear, gut-knotting fear that could paralyze the belly with sickening nausea. But there was also a recalling of a simultaneous ecstasy that was somehow actually sexual.
They'd begun slowly, amid a grinding of gears as Tyler talked Jamie through the controls. Then the car had begun to gain speed, and Tyler had felt the force of their movement pushing him back into the soft glove leather of his seat. The trees outside had become a misting of green. The divider dashes in the center of the highway merged into one pulsing trail of white. Somewhere in his mind, Tyler could recall hearing the buzzer that he'd been told would sound when the car was nearing its peak velocity -- a buzzer he hadn't heard until then and would never hear again afterwards.
The road had dropped several times into little dips, and the car had actually become airborne. The roller-coaster effect brought Tyler's belly up to his throat and left it there. The highway sloped upward into a small hill. The car was going so fast the grade didn't even slow it down.
It had been ecstasy! And then, there on the crest of the hill, the ecstasy had mingled with the fear, and the fear had emerged the dominant. Tyler actually knew the noise in his ears was his own resounding scream of panic.
A car had been illegally passing on the upgrade. As Tyler's car crested the hill, it was destined to encounter both highway lanes full of moving metal. Jamie, suspecting there was nothing to be done, didn't even take his foot off the gas. He would later try to remember if he hadn't actually shut his eyes.
What happened to save them? It was one of those things which was somehow unexplainable unless one merely accepted the fact that some high entity had apparently decided it just wasn't these two mortals' time to go. Tyler would say he thought the passing car had managed to pull back into its proper lane. Jamie would say that both cars had opened to either side of the road while he went through the center.
Suddenly, the car was just rushing full speed down a deserted highway. Jamie, his heart in his throat, put his foot on the brake. There was a squeal of tires and the stench of burning rubber as the car slowed slightly.
There was a dirt road that forked off from the main one. Jamie aimed the car for it, feeling the resulting jolt as the auto left the asphalt and hit the dirt. The road was narrow, seemed to be closing in on each side of them. There was a fence across the road, seemingly running to meet them.
Jamie's foot went down on the brake hard. The car shuddered, skidded, turned like a top in the roadway and came to a jolting stop. Before Jamie knew what he was doing, he was out of the car and running. There was dust everywhere, billows of it that rose all around him, cutting off everything. He smelled it, tasted it, became lost in it.
The boy stopped. He was panting, breathing hard. He felt like he was going to puke. He dry heaved, realizing somewhere in his mind that he still had his hard-on. He thought that was somehow a bit sick.
Jamie felt the strong pressure on his shoulder as he was turned abruptly. He saw Tyler in front of him, the man's eyes wild and dilated.
"You could have killed us!" Tyler screamed, his hand coming out to strike Jamie hard along the side of his face. There was a resounding noise as flesh collided against flesh.
Strangely, Jamie felt no pain. After the blow, he just stood there waiting, anticipating something. What, he didn't know, but he knew it would happen. He could feel the premonition in his guts, in his whole adrenaline-hyped body.
Tyler reached out both hands and took hold of Jamie's shirt. He pulled, ripping the material and popping the buttons. He stood, staring at the young blond's naked chest and belly, at the dust and the dirt that was streaking the boy's handsome face and platinum-blond hair.
"Oh, Christ!" Tyler mumbled, his voice coming out weak and childish.
And within seconds, the two were in each other's arms, collapsing in a rolling heap of tangled arms and legs to the ground. They kissed, tasting the earth on their tongues. The world around them was viewed through a fog of minute particles hanging in the air about them.
Then they were naked, their clothes somehow stripped free. Buttons had been ripped from material, cloth ripped in their hurry to undress. Their bare flesh soiled with the dust they continued to roll in, their cocks becoming muddy with a mess of dirt and natural lubricant that had leaked from the cocks in great gushings during the preceding minutes.
Tyler was hot. He'd been high on amyl once and had felt something like he did now. His heart was loud in his chest, his cock was hard and throbbing, and he had a need for release battling within him. He grunted like an animal as he felt his cock push into a clutching of warm spasming flesh. He vaguely realized that Jamie was on his belly beneath him, Tyler's cock rammed deeply up the boy's tight young ass. How it got there, Tyler didn't know. But it was there, and Tyler somehow needed it there, knowing intuitively that what his cock found up that ass was the only thing that was going to save him from his madness.
Jamie fought for a breath of air amid the dirt that clogged his lungs. There was a fire up his ass, and he'd squealed like a stuck pig with the lightning of it. His body was beset by so many concurrent sensations that he could separate none of them. His mind refused to focus. Jamie somehow imagined he might still be in the car, still speeding with it down the road. So, what was the cause of the pain in his butt, the pressing that was squashing him into the earth-smelling hardness beneath his belly?
Jamie was being fucked. Tyler was on top of him, the man's huge dong, lubricated with mud and pre-cum, was frantically pumping Jamie's asshole. The boy's chest and stomach were working into the ground, his cock, having already leaked copious droolings of pre-cum, burrowing in the warm mud of its own making.
There was pain. There was pleasure. There was an intermingling of the two. Both the man and the boy fought to return to reality, each succeeding in varying degrees of non-success.
"Rape me!" Jamie squealed, knowing for certain that it was cock up his butt, but not knowing whose cock: Greg's? Blane's? The man's in the car?
And where was the car? Jamie's cheek pressed into the ground. He could actually believe he saw the car, sitting askew in the roadway a few yards from him. So, he wasn't in the car then. He was on the ground. He was getting screwed. Tyler, that butch, studly bastard, had jumped on to ride him. The world was topsy-turvy, but Jamie didn't care. The pain and the fear were both fading, becoming lost amid the one overpowering sensation that was moving to dominate all other feelings within the boy's young body.
Tyler's cock jammed balls deep once more up Jamie's ravaged butt, the man grinding his belly into the boy's asscheeks, revolving his hips so that his cock twisted up the tight asshole. His hips rose and fell, rose and fell. He fucked frantically, aware that his pleasure was building, but still a long way from actual orgasm.
Tyler's cock coasted deep up the butt, gliding over the prostate and into the depths beyond it. The knob of his cock pulled after it inch upon inch of hard meat. The crotch hair crowding the base of Tyler's cock was pressing indents into the firm flesh of Jamie's buns. Tyler yanked his hips upward, feeling the luxurious exit of his cock, the incessant gumming of the boy's asshole as it slipped into the groove made by the flaring of his spongy knob.
It was hot, hot because they were screwing full in the sun, the rays managing to get through even the shroud of settling dust, and, also, they were hot because of the heat burning within them. Their bodies turned wet with sweat. Perspiration oozed from passion-dilated pores and mingled with the dirt. They became streaked with the mud like savage barbarians rutting in the dawning of time.
Jamie's hands clutched for handfuls of dirt, compressing them to finger-etched balls of earth within his gripping. His ass continued to be battered by Tyler's frenzied humping. The boy groaned, letting the experience of the moment take hold of him, surrendering to it. He couldn't remember ever feeling as he was feeling now. He was still hyped from the incident with the car. He was on a natural high. His prick was hard, and his ass was full of hard cock. Janije had temporarily exited the world he knew, had been thrust into a world that was completely new to him -- a world the boy somehow doubted he would be lucky ever to have a passage into again.
Tyler fucked, aware as he'd been from the beginning that some outside force seemed to have control of his body. His hips humped Jamie's prone body with a will all their own. It was all Tyler could do to survive the twisting spirals that were tying sensuous knots in his guts. He wanted it all to end, simultaneously hoping it would continued to go on forever.
Tyler's muscled chest heaved with his need for more oxygen. The sweat which had formed on his forehead began dripping through the mud to sting his eyes. There was a dull aching in the depths of his belly and a tightness that constricted his chest and throat. Muscles throughout the man's body twitched uncontrollably. He wondered if he'd gone suddenly spastic, commenced a seizure while buried up this young butt.
Tyler continued to fuck, his body aching with the strain of enduring the ride to eruption. The ecstasy always managed to keep one step ahead of the actual discomfort. It was a force to drive Tyler ever onward with the hope of someday achieving that ultimate, shattering fulfillment he desired.
Tyler shut his eyes, wondering who or what had control of him, who or what was dictating the frantic fucking cadence of his hips, who or what had given him the energy to continue. He progressed with his ride of Jamie's ass, his scrotum long ago contacted to a degree which had yanked his cum-bulged balls flush to the base of his pumping cock.
Tyler heard the wheezing of his own gasps for air as his pelvis pounded his cock up the ass in a seemingly higher gear than ever before. He pushed and pulled his cock in a violent series of thrusts and withdrawals in and out of the clutching butt. The spasming vise of Jamie's asshole masturbated the cock that kicked it. The walls of the bung gripped, clutched, chewed on the cock that slipped back and forth inside it.
Jamie's body was bruised from the attack. His chest and belly were scratched by the pebbles that speckled the ground beneath him. His buttcheeks had gone black and blue with the pounding. Again and again, Jamie experienced the plugging and the emptying of his asshole. The boy was numbed by the combination of pain and pleasure. He wondered if there would ever be an end to it, wandered if he actually wanted there to be an end to it.
"Please!" Jamie begged. Was it a plea to continue the kick or to bring everything hurriedly to its cataclysmic conclusion?
"Yes!" Tyler bellowed in reply. Yes, what, he didn't really know. It wasn't up to him to say what happened. It had been taken out of his hands from the beginning by those primeval forces that could stay forever dormant in some men. Tyler was no longer a modem man. He was an animal. Jamie was an animal. They were screwing for one purpose and one purpose only -- the satisfaction of their powerful, driving list for fulfillment.
It all ended in an explosion of the senses, a rupturing of nerve ends. As if struck by lightning, Tyler's body went stiff, shook as with palsy. He tried to grunt, but nothing would come out. For a brief minute, he began to doubt that even his cum was going to spurt free. The deluge of jizz seemed somehow dammed, unable to exit. But then, suddenly, overpoweringly, it came -- gallons and gallons of the opaque mess spilling out of Tyler's cock and into Jamie's twitching ass. Like the beast Tyler thought he was, he sank his teeth deep into Jamie's neck, tasting the saltiness of the young boy's blood which his biting brought to the surface.
Tyler's teeth clamped tightly into his shoulder, Tyler's cock lost and exploding deep up in his ass, Jamie found his own release. Even as Tyler was spasming his climax atop Jamie, the boy's nuts blew their wad. The resulting pleasure was so great that the boy screamed. He thrust his butt upward hard into Tyler's groin. He screamed again, flopping uncontrollably like a fish out of water. His whole being was engulfed in the pleasure of the moment. For a brief instant, Jamie actually thought he had died.