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It was late in the day. The sun was just setting when five foot nine Dylan was forced against the marble counter with the stained cabinets below. His face was wracked with minor pain as his leg was lifted onto the counter, the person behind him reaching around and roughly grabbing at his bulge with one hand through his thick black sports pants with the single red stripe going down either leg. He struggled to breathe as they roughly fondled him, grinding with palm and fingertips, all the way down to his firm sac which was tight to his body, aching as they grinded into his ass, forcing his balls into the solid surface in front of him.

They reached up and took off his glasses, sliding them off his thin nose and revealing his brown eyes, the forgotten TV in the nearby family room blurred. Still being stroked and grinded against, he tried to suppress a moan as they gently kissed over the peach hairs on the back of his cream colored neck. His moans were shared when they forced him to suck on tongue, easily parting his lips as they turned his head, taking in the thick pink organ into his mouth, closing his eyes as they stroked over his skin tight red shirt with the gray V on the front. He leaned against this person's shoulder, gasping in pleasure and pain as they now palmed his hard, seven inch bulge which was now straining against his pants. The buckle of his belt clanked as it was slowly undone. His pants soon fell to the floor, leaving him groaning as he was fondled through his matching red briefs with the black outlining.

Dylan nearly lost his balance as he was forced further over the counter, his firm red and black ass in the air as they stroked down his hairless white legs, brushing their thumbs over his muscle. They weren't concerned whether he was comfortable as they brushed their lips against his sac through the red material, forcing a moan out of him as they rimmed his tight, virgin hole, leaving an extremely wet damp spot in his underwear when they were finished, inhaling the sweaty smell of his ass crack.

He grunted, grabbing at the edge of the marble counter as they grabbed at the collar of his shirt with both hands and started tugging with their right. As the front of his collar chafed his neck, Dylan's cock excitedly strained in his underwear when he finally heard his shirt rip down the middle, exposing his athletically thin back; his cream colored skin near flawless save for a few dark freckles. They grabbed at the front of his shirt, tearing the remains from his body. He reached up to his chest with his gloved hands, his exposed fingertips stroking over theirs as they viciously tweaked at the small nubs on his chest, forcing him to cry out.

Taking him by the neck, they laid him on his back, pulling the pants from around his ankles and his cleats, leaving his legs hovering in the air. Dylan grunted, panting weakly as they found that wet spot in his underwear, delightfully fingering the damp material against his hole. He watched his torturer with a needy gaze, stroking over head through his backwards black hat. His ass muscles tightened as the red and black underwear was fingered just a little bit deeper into the rim of his ass. He started to beg, making him seem even needier.

Soon he found himself with his ass in the air again. This time, he gave a heavy exhale as the sweaty, damp underwear was peeled from his ass. It was a struggle to get them past his cleats. But when most of his thin, cream toned body was exposed, he was forced to stand. Dylan was leaning over the counter, grasping at its edges with his naked fingertips when he suddenly felt a warm, wet mouth engulf his entire seven inches of uncut dick. He moaned to God as he felt this person's lips rolling his foreskin back past his thick, pinkish red cock head, all the way to his musky, brownish blond hairy crotch.

Slowly, he started to move his hips, moaning each time his cock was willingly taken to the back of their throat. They didn't just suck his dick, they teased him. When they pulled off, they would smoothly stroke his foreskin and sac, breathing on and lapping at the bit of skin, forcing an erotic shock to his system, forcing him to whimper and buck his hips, a spot of pre cum hitting them in the face. Just to get him back, they inhaled the scent of the sweat between his crotch and thigh, lapping at the sweaty mess, forcing another shock to his system.

Dylan stood there panting, his warm breaths passing over his luscious pink lips as he stared back at them, overwhelmed, as they stood up. He felt them touch the back of his head, stroking a forefinger and thumb over the trimmed blond hair not covered by his hat. Soon, he felt himself pushed to his knees with some force, reaching around with both hands to stroke at this person's slightly hairy toned ass as he stared at their own extremely thick, uncut cock. Dylan was short of breath, admiring it as he peeled back that thin layer of skin, past the single large vein that ran along its shaft. It was at least nine inches in length.

Before he was forced down on this beautiful, impressive length, he felt them grab the back of his head once again. He closed his eyes as his sense of smell was overwhelmed with the manly musk of this person's heavy sac. Exhaling deeply, he suckled at the thick base of their cock, maneuvered to work his way up before he felt a palm pressing down on his head. Abusing his virgin mouth, he gagged, feeling that throbbing mushroom head sliding down the back of his throat. Inhaling deeply through his nose, he reached up and fondled the sac behind the thick length, his moans causing vibrations as he milked it with his tongue. He whimpered in retort, but didn't stop them as they grabbed the back of his hat and head while roughly fucking his face. They obviously enjoyed seeing his cock sucking lips folding over that thick member.

By the time they pulled him off that thick cock, it was covered in a copious amount of spit. He stared at the amounts of dripping pre coming from it. Dylan felt a little sick, his throat raw from the fucking. Pulled to his feet, he gasped as he was roughly thrown over the counter, one last time. He moaned while writhing in place from the firm grip they had on his ass cheeks as they literally hot dogged that thick length through his ass crack, spit and pre coating the thin peach hairs that surrounded his tight, pink, virgin ring. Not even expecting it, he cried out when the head of the cock suddenly arched downward, painfully piercing his hole for the first time.

Dylan desperately reached back to stop it, but he was forced down as they grabbed him by the shoulders. Grunting and crying for it to stop, he only made it worse by tightening himself around the hard rod in his ass. Body shaking, he struggled to breathe as he took inch after painful inch into his bowels, feeling it burn even with the natural lube he provided. Finally, with a harsh pop of pressure, he felt it sink all the way in, slamming into his guts.

He gave a whimpering moan as he adjusted to the pulsing rod inside him. Breathing deep, he reached back, pulling his ass cheeks apart. He could feel the heat radiating from deep inside his burning hole. Licking his lips, he realized he could even feel the skin turning raw pink around the big cock lodged in his ass. When it was harshly pulled out with a wet slurp, Dylan's jaw hung open in a silent moan, feeling the open air on his gaping hole. The pain was slowly dying down, but now he had the need to be filled again. When their big cock head touched his stretched rim, he rose up on his toes, moaning and falling back on them as it struck him deep.

Laid on his side, Dylan moaned uncontrollably as his right leg was lifted over this person's shoulder. They brutally pounded away at his hole like a jackhammer, pulling their cock in and out until they were balls deep in his ass. Every slam sent a sensation throughout Dylan's body, his nipples and cock twitching from the jolt. His forearms were starting to ache each time he was pushed forward on the marble top. He looked up into this person's twisted smile, watching as they reached out and slowly encompassed his cock as they continued to thrust.

Dylan gasped each time their thumb stroked over the head of his rock hard dick, it being the only thing distracting every few seconds as he was being fucked raw! Falling back for stability on the counter, he desperately wanted to stroke himself off the closer he came. Giving off pleading moans as he was jerked hard and man handled, he suddenly looked up with a disappointed, pleading face as his cock was dropped back down onto his abdomen, dribbling out a strand of cum. His balls ached and he desperately needed release!

They tossed him around every way, even fucking him with his ankles over his head. But no matter what, he wasn't allowed to cum! Dylan was tortured when they suddenly stopped, reaching up to pull his cleats off. They favored the smelly, wet soles of his white baseball socks, pressing their lips against his toes. He gave a whimper when he felt their cock plunge into his hole, curling his toes from the amazing feeling deep inside. This seemed to please them as they peeled off his right sock, lapping between his sweaty toes, forcing out of him a playful twitch.

As they worshipped his feet, Dylan watched as his own underwear was brought to his face; he saw a damp spot in the crotch. Taking them by the wrist, he pressed his nose into the crotch of the underwear, if only to please them. Slowly, they picked up their pace again, grabbing him by the ankles as they all out fucked him. It was different this time. They fucked him harder, faster, picking up pace each time he threw his head back from the sheer force. Hanging half way off the counter and gripping the edge, Dylan whimpered heavily when he felt a heavy load shot inside him, his toes actually curling from the amazing warmth building deep in his hole.

Tired and exhausted, Dylan lay there, covered in sweat, moaning and nearly gagging on his tongue when they pulled out with a spent slurp. It was like unleashing a flood. As a shiver traveled up his spine, Dylan clenched his ass and that warm feeling left him, loudly spilling out onto the floor. He lay there gasping, his hole clenching, his cock aching. It wasn't over.

Dylan grunted, feeling that cock shoved back into him. They weren't done with him. He watched for hours, his own prick aching for release as his legs bobbed over his head. Only when his hole was a creamy mess did they take him outside into the bitter cold. But even then, his night was not over.