and another round to the rear. He closed his fingers up,
and felt the resting muscle through the damp material,
felt the outline of the ball sack.
He fondled and manipulated the organ between his fingers as his other hand cupped and squeezed the firm muscular butt cheeks,
feeling them tense and flex beneath his palms. Then,
with a simultaneous movement, he slid both hands up,
and then down again, inside the elastic waistband.
The fine fuzz encountered at the rear contrasted with the firmer pubic hair which coiled and twisted around his fingers.
Tracing the source of the cock amongst the jungle of wiry pubes,
he ran a few inspecting fingers along the length of the shaft,
before taking hold, kneading, manipulating, exploring the member with forceful,
detailed movements.
The other hand was exploring too,
finding the crack and running up and down the sweaty valley,
examining the mouth of the anus, rubbing and feeling,
all the time feeling the boy pull and tense,
and hearing the groans of humiliation and horror from the boy’s gagged mouth.
Caleb was in hell....."
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