Grabbing the leatherman’s hips, the boy positions himself, huge head of his d**k pressed against the ring of muscle. With a grunt, he shoves himself savagely inside, breaking through the sphincter, pushing, pushing, until his matte of light brown pubic hair nestles against Leatherman’s cheeks. They have become like one: conjoined.
Leatherman cries out with the entry; he cannot help it. Even with the spit and the pre-c*m, this entry is not an easy one. His head is pressed against the window glass and now he sweats profusely; it drips down from his armpits, tickling, covering his face, now gone pale, in a shimmering sheen. The pain is so intense it causes a wave of nausea to ride through him, an alien presence with a will of its own, filling him with white heat and sickness. He thinks brief
