Thinking About the Boy

callmecaleb

A man is a tasty morsel.
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I lay in bed. Alone. Naked. Sweating. Thinking about the boy.

My dick quivered. As it grew hard, my hand enveloped its flesh. Throbbing now. My heart beat loud within my chest. My breath heavy, panting uncontrollably. As I thought about the boy.

I closed my eyes, and the boy appeared before me. Cute and young and lean and smooth. The degenerate boy from over in Parker County. Grinning. Naked. Preening his beauty. Sensually fondling himself. Mocking me.

I lashed out with my knife. Slicing him open from sternum to cock, and deep into his butthole. Slashing at his beauty. In a frenzy of passion, my knife tore at his skin and muscle, exposing his luscious innards. I chewed his guts. Slurped his blood. Drank his piss. Swallowed his shit. Totally consumed the sexy youth.

My fist was wrapped tightly around my dick. Ripping, twisting, pounding. Until my cock exploded. Spewing thick white cum high in the air. Globs of chunky spooge fell onto my chest and face…into my open mouth. My passion unrelieved, I continued whacking and pounding. My dick continued its bombardment. Unrelenting thick cum rained down upon my naked skin. Until, finally…..

Until, finally, my passion eased. The onslaught ceased. I opened my eyes. My dick softened within the grip of my sticky fist. But my heart continued to pound. My heavy panting wouldn’t stop. I was covered in sweat. Large splatters of thick cum covered my face and chest and belly. I could not let it end. I wanted more. I needed more. So, I closed my eyes, and once again I thought about the boy.
 
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