[SUMMARY: 3 friends (21 yr old Zack McCallister, Brian Wheeler & Phillip Gerkins) decided to go on the adventure of a lifetime by skydiving and backpacking through the mountains of the Australian Outback. Unexpectedly they came across a small village of Aborigines (Australian's original black natives), and choose to venture into the tiny community where strangers aren't normally welcomed]
ABORIGINES-2
Pt-1
Zack returned to the table where his two friends (Brian & Phil) were eating and drinking, oblivious to what Zack had just done in the bar's restroom with the waiter. He sat down and grabbed his beer mug, turning it up to his lips as he chugalugged the entire contents in one sitting.
"Hey man..., what's wrong...?" asked Brian, his mouth full of perfectly cooked pork.
"Nothing...!" said Zack, wiping his mouth on his sleeve before pouring himself another glass from the pitcher.
"Yeah, well..., you've GOT to try this fucking food, man...! It's delicious!" said Brian, stuffing his face with more food.
"It really is!" added Phillip, biting off a huge chunk of tender mouth watering steak. After nearly a week of nothing but rations, it was good to finally get to tear their teeth on some well seasoned meat!
Zack watched from the corner of his eye as the waiter came out of the men's room, and staggered his way into the kitchen. Through the large picture window he could see the store's owner/cook yelling at him (at Steven Olson). Zack watched as the burly man backslapped Steve across the face, calling him a "lazy good for nothing" before physically forcing him facedown over the work table. Zack could see the older black man lifting his apron as he unzipped his pants and hoisted out his erection and slammed it straight up the poor boy's ass....
"UUHHH...!!" grunted Olson, used to the big cocks wrecking his rectum.
"I think we should get out of here...!" suggested Zack to his oblivious friends.
"Are you crazy...? I ain't going nowhere til I finish ALL of this shit!" countered Brian, his face buried in his plate.
"Yeah..., YOU were the one who wanted to come here in the first place..., why you trying to bum rush us now...?" inquired Phil, taking a small break from eating a 24 inch steak.
Zack didn't say anything, but his two friends followed his eyes as they looked over through the picture window to see the white waiter getting brutally fucked up the ass by the cook. Their mouths dropped open when they saw the cook ramming himself into the white waiter from behind, pulling him upright by grabbing a fistful of his long stringy hair. "Holy shit...!" gasped Phillip, swallowing the lump of un-chewed beef down his throat. "Is he...?"
"Fucking the shit outta that white boy!" said Brian, his eyes locked on the action as Olson's head shot upward, causing his back to arch and elevate his buttock with the cook's crotch as he pounded his pelvis into the waiter's ass repeatedly. The boys couldn't see the cook's cock ramming up the waiter's hole, but they knew it was by the groans and grunts coming from the kitchen. "He doesn't seem to be complaining though..." said Brian, noticing the waiter wasn't putting up much of a fight.
Zack and Phil started to notice how the other patrons reacted as the fucking continued. Some of the men continued to eat or drink without batting an eyelash, as if the rape happening in the kitchen was an often occurrence, while others seemed more interested in the 3 strangers sitting at the table than the butt fucking in the window. "Waitaminute..." said Brian, coming to a conclusion, "...they're butt fuckin' in the same room where they just cooked my food...!"
"eewwkkk..!!" choked Phillip, dropping his fork as he spit his food back out onto his plate in disgust.
"We need to get the hell out of here...!" suggested Zack, again.
"I agree!" said Phillip, wiping his mouth with a napkin.
"What about the bill...?" asked Brian, as Zack and Phillip got up from the table.
"THIS oughta cover it!" said Zack, throwing some money on the table before grabbing their backpacks. Brian washed down his cooked pork with the last of his beer before rushing to join his buddies at the door. Zack gave one more look back at Steven Olson getting butt fucked in the kitchen as the cook rammed his cock all the way up into his ass and came.
"AARRHHHH...!!" yelled the man, cumming up Olson's ass.
PT-2//////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////
A few hours later (a few miles downriver), the 3 friends set up camp for the night. They pop the tent, set a small fire, and set around digesting food from the diner. While Brian and Phil were stuffed to the gills, Zack was a bit hungry as he had been the only one who hadn't eaten. The 3 friends talked about the weird feeling they got from the secret society, as well as how openly the bar owner fucked the waiter,.
Zack said nothing about seeing the waiter fucked in the men's room, nor of his participation, nor the fact that the unknown waiter was really their missing high school classmate who disappeared in this area a year ago.
After an hour or so of talking, Zack and Phil play rock/paper/scissors to see who would get stuck with Brian in their sleeping bag tonight? Phillip lost the bet, having to share with his long time buddy.
As the sun disappeared and the moon rose high in the darkened sky, Phillip started to have severe stomach pains. His stomach rumbled and bubbled as he tried to hold in the gases threatening to explode from his bottom. "Yo man..., go outside and take care of that shit!" complained Brian, burying his nose in the sleeping bag as Phillip got up to use the bathroom.
Phillip grabbed his flashlight (and toilet paper), then scanned the campsite for a good place to take a dump. He decided to go deeper into the woods, not wanting to his friends to hear him letting out a big one! He wandered a few yards into the heavily bushed area, finding himself a spot under a tree. He pulled down his sleep pants and underwear, then squat down over a mound of leaves to relieve himself.
As Phillip waited for his stomach to stop aching, he listened to the sound of crickets and other wildlife surrounding him. Just as he was finishing up, he heard the snap of a tree branch behind him. "Zack...? Is that you...?" he asked, wiping his head around as he pulled up his pants.
No one answered, but the sound of another breaking twig caught his attention as he picked up his flashlight and shinned it in the direction of the sound. Something (or someone) ducked down behind some bushes. Phillip didn't get a clear look, but whatever it was, it was big.
"Brian...Zack..., that you guys...?" he asked, thinking it was his friends playing tricks and trying to scare him. "That's not funny...!"
Phillip crept up to the spot where he thought he saw someone, and flashed the light down into the bushes. Someone was indeed hiding in the wilderness, watching him, but it wasn't his friends Brian or Zack.
Phillip's eyes widened with surprise as the dark face of one of the Aborigine men from the reservation came into clear view. But before Phillip could run or scream, a cloth bag was shoved over his head from behind, the rope tying around his throat to prevent him from screaming out loud. Phillip tried to fight back, but was quickly and easily subdued as more than one attacker grabbed hold of him, wrestling him to the ground and securing his hands and feet. Someone clubbed Phillip over the head, cold cocking him as they hoisted him up into the air, then carefully guided him away from his campsite.
Morning came with the usual piss erections. Brian awoke with a stiff one as he threw back the sleeping bag and made his way out of the tent. The fire had died out, leaving only a smoldering smoke stack as he found himself a bush to pee in.
A moment later Zack emerged from the tent, his own rock hard erection aching for piss relief. He stood next to his buddy, pulling his hardon out of his piss slit and let it flow.
"Nice cock...!" said Zack, peering down at Brian's piss erection.
"Your momma liked it!" joked Brian, playfully stroking his hardon.
"I'm sure Phil enjoyed feeling that thing rub up against his ass in the sleeping bag last night!" teased Zack, squeezing out the last drops of piss before tucking his dick back in his shorts. "Where's Phil anyway...?" he asked with a yawn, looking around.
"I don't know..., he's not in the tent...?" asked Brian, shaking off the last droplets before tucking his own stiffy away.
"No." answered Zack, looking back over his shoulder. "Did he come back in from taking a shit last night...?"
"I don't know...! I guess so...! I was passed out from all that beer we drank!" said Brian, unsure.
Both men looked around camp, looking to see if there was any sign of their friend. "Phil...?!" they called out loud, yelling his name as their voices echoed through the dense wilderness. "Maybe he's taking a swim...?" reasoned Brian, as they headed down to the river.
"Where the fuck could he be...?" asked Zack, seeing no signs of him at the river.
"He must've gotten lost last night!" reasoned Brian.
"You think he went back to the reservation...?" asked Zack.
"By himself...?" asked Brian, doubtfully. "Let's try his cell phone...!"
"No signal, remember...?" reminded Zack.
"Hell man..., ain't too many places out here to go to! Why would he leave us?" asked Brian, getting frustrated.
Zack stood with his hands on his hips, thinking about Steve Olson back in the bar...
"There's something I think you should know..." he said to his friend, his voice sounding real serious.
"What...?" asked Brian, very curious and a little scared.
"When we were in that bar back..., I saw that waiter in the men's room getting fucked by a couple of customers up close..." admitted Zack, sounding more ashamed than anything else. "...it was Steve Olson!"
"You mean he looked like Steve Olson...?" asked Brian.
"No..., it WAS Steve Olson...!" corrected Zack.
"You're lying!" said Brian, waiting for the punch line. "Steve Olson's dead! He died in the Outback!"
"His body was never recovered!" reminded Zack. "It's Steve I'm telling you...! He even has the same tattoo...!" he added, lifting the sleeve to his t-shirt to show his `Wildcats-06' high school football tattoo.
"You're fuckin' kidding!" choked Brian. "What the fuck he doing getting butt fucked out here in the middle of nowhere...?!"
"That's my point..." said Zack, worried. "...what if he was kidnapped...? Or got lost...? No one would find him way out here! Those Aborigines practically own this land..., they could do whatever they want to him! To any of us!"
"So what..., they just make him wait tables and butt fuck him whenever they want to...?" asked Brian.
"Basically, yeah!" answered Zack.
"That's wild man! Why didn't you tell us this earlier...?! You could've warned us!" argued Brian.
"I didn't think it mattered...!" defended Zackary. "I mean..., what could we do to save Steve now? He would have to wait til we got back to Sydney before we could call the authorities!"
"You still should've told us!" countered Brian. "We're all out here together! There shouldn't be any secrets between us at this point!"
"You're right, man...! You're right!" agreed Zack, suddenly feeling responsible for Phil's disappearance. "You think they snuck out here in the middle of the night and took Phil while we were asleep?" he asked, fearing the worse.
"I don't know man..., they could've been watching us the whole time!" answered Brian, looking through the dense brush and trees. "They could still be watching..." he added as an afterthought, sending a cold chill up both their spines. "I say we get our asses back to Sydney and call the police!"
"We HAVE to look for Phillip first...!" argued Zack.
"Fuck that!" snapped Brian, thinking of preservation. "You saw what they've been doing to Steve...!"
"You want them to do that to Phil...??" questioned Zack, reminding Brian of their friend.
Brian survival instincts told him `every man for himself', but remembering his closely bonded friendships with his two friends, caused him to rethink his instincts.
"What do we do then...?" asked Brian, going against his better judgment.
"We sneak back into town and look for Phil!" suggested Zack. "Ain't too many places they could hide him..., the reservation ain't that big! We'll start at the bar! Maybe Steve can help us...?"
"You think Steve'll recognize us...?" asked Brian, doubting the plan.
"I...I don't know..." said Zack, knowing Steve didn't look at him twice while he was fucking him in the men's room.
"Let me just go on record saying; I don't like this idea!" said Brian, following Zack back to the campsite.
"I hear you man..., but if it were one of us who were missing..., we'd want the other two come and look for us!"
"Yeah, well..., we'd better find some weapons...!" advised Brian, looking around the camp ground. Zack looked through his backpack til he found his hunting knife. The best weapon Brian could find was a large tree limb he could use as a club. They packed up their belongings and hid them in a cave in case they needed a quick place to run and hide. They headed back towards the Aborigines' reservations, but decided not to go in until nightfall.
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Back at the Aborigines farming community, 21 yr old Phillip Gerkin awoke sitting up bound in chair with his feet strapped in stirrups and a knapsack over his head. He was naked, with his hands tied overhead and his legs spread wide (as if about to give birth). Someone was drilling their fingers in and out of his ass, forcing their well greased fingers into his tight virgin hole. Phillip tired to speak, but found it difficult with a gag strapped around his mouth and head.
The Aborigines spoke a native Australian tongue, making it difficult to understand. Phillip could head several voices speaking at once, but couldn't quite make out what they were saying.
The sack was taken off of Phillip's head, allowing him to see his surroundings for the first time. He was in a closed room, strapped to what resembled an old dental chair with stirrup. He was surrounded by 7 Aborigine men, all naked with enormous phalluses. Phillip's eyes widened in disbelief when he saw the size of their dicks. His anus instantly clamped in fear, tightening around the lodged fingers massaging his sphincter. The Aborigine man fingering Phil's anus said something about his sphincter cutting off his circulation, causing the other men to laugh out loud. The young man removed his fingers, then stood up and added lubricant to his 9" erection.
Phillip squirmed in his seat as he tried to avoid getting speared on the big black cock. The Aborigine looked young, like a teenager. He came close, kissing his cock head against Phillip's ass lips. Phillip looked directly into the young man's eyes, silently pleading with him to spear him the indignity of getting fucked. The Aborigine teen saw the fear on Phillip's frightened American face and smile as he suddenly rammed his hips forth, burying the head of his cock in the olive colored man's tight virgin hole.
"Hhhhmmmmmmppphhhh...!!!" screamed Phillip through the gag, his eyes bulging as the man pulled back, then rammed in again.
Phillip could barely hear the other men standing around laughing at him. All of his attention was focused on his asshole, feeling the tight sphincter muscles forced open as the cock slipped further and further into his convulsing rectum.
The raping Aborigine threw back his head, loving the way the American's asshole felt squeezing around his long hard shaft. He grabbed Phillip's outer thighs, then rammed himself all the way in. Phillip thought his head would pop from the stress and strain as his bottom lay lodged with 9 full inches of hard Aborigine cock.
Phillip was still reeling from the painful entry when his rapist started to fuck him, pulling in and out back and forth, sliding his rock hard black cock through his aching and throbbing asshole.
Phillip strained against the ropes around his wrists overhead, as well as his feet in the stirrups. He fought against the fucking as the young Aborigine (lacking the fineness of an older men) started to ram himself in and out of Phillip's ass mindlessly. Phillip groaned out loud in pain, his asshole unprepared for the rough fucking as the teenager thrust through his hole fast and hard. The ache was severe as the long hard cock bore through his asshole savagely. Phillip bit down into the gag, trying to cope with the pain as his gut was stabbed over and over. Just when he thought he couldn't take it any longer, he saw the teenager's eyes start to roll up into his head as his body trembled and shook frantically. Phillip could feel the man's dick pulsing in his asshole, spitting native Australian cum deep into his once virgin hole. The Aborigine men congratulated the boy, patting him on the back for losing his virginity. He kept his throbbing dick in the pulsating hole for a long time, making sure his dick drained completely. When he finally pulled out, Phillip felt the pressure in his ass decrease infinitely. The teen moved aside, making room for the next man as he stood before Phillip with his thick 10" cock in hand. He added lubricant to his big cock as he moved into position. He slid his dick up to the waiting hole, then pushed inside.
"HHHHmmmmpppphhhh...!!!!" screamed Phillip, feeling the second cock stretch his hole even wider. The second man was much older, and took his time wedging his way into Phillip's colon. He slowly drilled himself in and out until he was filling the stretched anus completely with his cock. Phillip felt every thrust, every push as the dick went deeper and deeper. Soon he felt the older man's knotty gray pubic hair scratching against his ass, indicating he had successfully managed to sheath the entire cock inside.
Phillip had expected the older man's dick to hurt more, as it was bigger in size, but the older man was very patient, taking his time to stretch the sphincter and widen the anal ring without killing the host. He slowly churned his massive meat around in the American's hole, stretching out the colon as he slowly stroked himself back and forth. Phillip felt the pain slightly decrease despite the bigger dick drilling through his backdoor. He could see the older man taking his time, enjoying his tight virgin hole as he fucked him slow and deep. Phillip had been hoping the older man would cum as quickly as the younger man, but the older man was well seasoned in spearing young mens' backsides. After nearly 20 minutes of slow stroking, he finally started to pick up the pace as he fucked the virgin harder. But by this time Phillip's sphincter had been constantly massaged, allowing his anal ring to spread wider as the dick sped through him faster. He could see the older man starting to heave as he got closer to cumming, his gray haired chest swelling as his breathing began to labor. With a might roar, the older man shoved all the way in and came, flooding Phillip's hole with a copious load of spewing semen.
Others pat the older man affectionately on the back as he came. He smiled broadly at his companions as he slowly pulled free, leaving Phillip's ass feeling juicy and wet. The third man stepped up, his dick was 9" in length with a wicket left curve. He looked to be in his early 30's, much more mature than the teenager but stronger and more muscular than the older gray haired man. He merely walked up to Phillip with his curved dick in hand, aimed it up to Phillip's well fucked asshole and shoved in without adding lubricant.
Phillip screamed out in pain from the initial penetration as the curved dick ripped through him, then curved sideways in his rectum. Phillip was unpleasantly surprised by the angle of the dick as it slammed into his anal wall like a battering ram. The mature man held onto Phillip's waist, then started to slam himself back and forth. Phillip's eyes screamed `mercy', begging to be left alone as the man used his powerful hips to ram his dick home again and again. The long curved dick slammed into Phillip's well fucked cum lubed ass with exact precision, rubbing against the straight man's swelling prostate. Phillip was appalled to see his own cock growing hard between his legs, swelling to full mast with each ass aching thrust. The muscled man smiled widely as he watched Phillip's 7" dick grow hard, indicating he was beginning to enjoy his anal torment.
Feeling inspired, he hammered harder into Phillip's ass, driving his curved dick through the perfectly lubricated hole with increasingly deep thrusts. The Aborigines laughed in the background as they watched Phillip's cock starting to ooze clear pre-cum. The older gray haired man that just fucked Phillip walked over and took the tender cock in his hand, roughly stroking it with his callused hand and causing Phillip extreme discomfort. Phillip squirmed more as he tried to avoid both the plunging cock in his rectum, and the stroking hand massaging his tool. The older man used his thumb to top off the cum droplets from Phillip's cock head, then tasted it. He hummed to himself, enjoying the flavor of the American's sweet nectar. Without any warning, he suddenly leaned over and took Phillip's dick into his mouth, swallowing the entire 7" prod down the back of his throat with amazing ease. Phillip groaned into the gag as his cock touched into the back of the older man's throat. The dick pummeling his sphincter caused his cock to tingle and swell as it suddenly exploded in the Aborigine's throat.
The older man quickly swallowed the cum, feeling the warm sludge slide straight down his throat as the American's cock pulsed and throbbed out its plentiful load. At the same time, the muscled man moaned as Phillip's asshole spasm around his plunging manhood, causing him to lose his own load. He never stopped thrusting as his dick swelled and exploded, shooting thick warm gobs of native cum deep in Phillip's accepting hole. Both men groaned erotically as they came together. The older man slowly receded his lips up the shaft of Phillip's tool, smacking his lips and savoring the creamy semen in his pallet.
Phillip felt the cock in his ass soften, then slip from his cummy hole as the forth man stepped up to the plate. Phillip groaned in despair, knowing he was about to be fucked again. He watched as another man aimed his cock up to his hole and pushed in. But this time the pain was much less excruciating than before. He lay there in the stirrups, watching the new guy fuck him as he settled in and enjoyed the fleshy manhole molding around his cock shaft. He fucked Phillip for 10 solid minutes, adding more cum to the tight hole.
The fifth man was a tall slim man, slouching down to ram his dick straight through the sore, tired and worn hole. Phillip felt the dick pierce his anus with much more ease than expected. But while the penetration was easier, the fucking was no less disturbing as the native black man took advantage of Phillip's situation, fucking straight through his bound bare bottom without a care.
Phillip was forced to sit back and watch his own demise as the men took turns using his body, his ass, as a cum dump. With his hands still tied overhead and his feet in stirrups, he had no choice but to sit there and watch the men use him, shoving their big thick uncut dicks straight into his ass as they drilled him hard and heavy.
Phillip was fucked face to face, forcing him to look his rapists in the eyes. He studied their hairy/clean rugged faces, their muscles and dark skin, their wide/broad or slim shoulders, their rippled stomachs or slight beer guts, their puffed chests, bulging biceps, strong necks, and trimmed waists. Watching these men use his naked body, their giant dicks sawing through his clamping rectum, battering his delicate prostate, --caused Phillip's own dick to rise rock hard against his will. He didn't understand why his cock was hardening again. The fifth man reached up and untied Phillip's hands, allowing him partial freedom. Some of the Aborigines didn't like him freeing the American, fearing he might try to escape before they've all had a chance to use him. But once free, Phillip's hands instantly reached for the Aborigine male's torso, feeling his dark brown skin and chiseled body as the man stood between his legs and pumped his thick dick in and out of his ass. Phillip could feel the force behind the fuck, the sheer strength these Aborigine men had as they worked their farm land and built their homes with their bare hands. He watched the man as he picked up the pace, fucking him harder. He read the man's mind and facial expressions as he hammered into his body with increasing speed. Phillip saw the man's eyes roll up into his head as his face contorted with lust. He pounded into Phillip with bone crushing thrusts as his dick thickened and burst, spewing out another thick load of native Australian cum. Phillip felt the dick pulsing inside him, overflowing his already full canal as sperm started to leak out from around the man's throbbing rod. Phillip could feel every pulse in his rectum as the dick pumped fresh cum into his body. When the man pulled out, he could feel the semen flowing freely from his stretched hole.
Another man took his place, spearing straight through Phillip's body without regard. Phillip gasped aloud as the new dick pushed through him, squeezing through his cum drenched rectum all the way up to his hairy ball sac in one push. Phillip felt instantly filled as the dick started rocking through him, helped by the plentiful seed coating his colon.
Phillip's eyes fluttered as his body adjusted to the new dick. He settled in for a long ride, knowing he had at least one more man waiting in line. His body had betrayed him, adapting to the raping his body was receiving as his anus relaxed under the constant pounding and relentless thrusting.
The man fucking Phillip reached in and unstrapped the gag in Phillip's mouth. Phillip was surprised when he pulled it from his mouth, allowing him the freedom to speak. He placed his huge rough hands to Phillip's face, pushing his thumb between his lips. Instinctively Phillip suckled it, tasting the grit and grime under the man's nails. Surprisingly this heightened his sexual awareness, making him to realize just how totally at their mercy he was. The man liked watching Phillip suck his thumb, he thrust harder into the snug feeling hole, slapping his hips into Phillip's inner thighs and ass. He removed his thumb, wrapping his hand around the back of Phillip's neck as he pulled him slightly forward to kiss. Phillip looked frightened as the man leaned forward and pursed his thick rubbery lips. Phillip had never kissed a man before, and was quite shocked when the Aborigine sealed his mouth with his own.
Phillip felt the man's large lips touch his, followed by the wet slobbering tongue. Phillips squirmed uncomfortably as the man soul kissed him while he fucked. Phillip could taste the man's spit and tobacco, what he ate and drink before fucking him. The man (obviously turned on by the kiss) put both hands behind Phillip's head as he kissed harder, sucking Phillip's tongue into his own mouth like a vacuum. Phillip felt helpless to stop him as he simply gave in and allowed the man to do as he pleased.
The thrusts were short and shallow as the man leaned in and kissed, swabbing Phillip's mouth with plenty of spit. Phillip's breathing labored under the heavy panting, his own dick pulsing between their stomachs before the Aborigine pulled back and resumed fucking. He pounded hard into Phillip's ass, losing himself in lust as he drilled the asshole with deep hard penetrating strokes. Phillip knew the man was close to cumming as their bodies crashed together like two automobiles. Phillip felt himself close to another arousing orgasm when he felt the man suddenly let loose inside him.
AAAARRRRRRRRHHHHHGGGG...!!!" yelled the man, cumming hard as he continued thrusting. He yanked his spewing dick from the slack hole, shoving all the way back in just when Phillip least expected it, causing an erotic thrill to shoot through Phillip's body. Phillip felt like someone had shoved an electro rod up his ass as his body really connected with the men's dicks. The sixth man pulled out just as the seventh man pushed in. He rammed himself straight though the flexing anus, ripping through the weakened sphincter and plunging into the soggy colon. Phillip's mind felt muddled and confused as the shock coursed through him, warming his body from the inside. His hands went up to the man's chest, feeling his muscles and caressing his body in a way Phillip had never though he would. He was becoming lost in this mindless animal sex, this primal gang bang which left his mind and body thoroughly fucked.
Hands roamed all over Phillip's body, pinching his nipples, rubbing his neck and shoulders, and stroking his erect cock. Phillip never felt so ravished and loved before in his life as the men focused all of their attentions on him, making his body feel good despite the unfamiliar poking around inside.
Phillip felt the men turning his head sideways, each taking turns shoving their thick tongues into his mouth. Each wanted to kiss him, to feel his thin smooth lips against theirs as the last man whacked away at his insides. The hand stroking his hard cock was sliding up and down his shaft so exquisitely that he couldn't help shooting his second load. He squirmed and panted in someone's kissing mouth, losing himself in their lust as the Aborigines completely devoured him sexually. The last man fucking him felt Phillip's asshole snapping around his dick, the exhausted anal ring breathing its last breathe as it sucked and pulsed on the thrusting diock, making the man shoot gobs and gobs of rich potent seed into his well deflowered bowels.
The man removed his cock slowly, backing away as Phillip lay limp and exhausted. The men all talked among themselves, discussing what would happen next. Phillip had no idea what they were saying, but he suddenly found himself hoping it involved more fucking!
Continued...
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