Sliding fast. Brynn didn’t remember walking home. Black porn In fact, his father had once been a university professor— “for more than a decade”, he’ll have you know; dressed to perfection, strutted with nods, and gulled by self-importance that sometimes put his chin above his nose. Then, Brynn felt it press just slightly more. He felt dizzy. It hung like a dagger through cardboard but touched nothing else. The man moved it to a secluded place and backed in. Expertly fucking near the boy’s throat but never deep enough to gag and holding the boy’s smaller head in place so he could fuck it. “Brynn,” the man wooed, “It would mean …everything.” Then leaning forwarded and in almost a whisper, “It’s what men want, Brynn. He felt it—the man thrusting. “You know. He was getting fucked in the mouth. Close it off. What on earth were you thinking?”
Then, he was surprised. His insides felt like a deflating balloon.
