Yes Sir

By Bull Blue

DESCRIPTION:
When a young white man by the name of Curtis takes on a well-groomed sixty year old black man as his submissive for the night, it makes for a very interesting evening that hangs in the balance.

EXCERPT:
“Stop all that goddamn yammering...like your old ass never had this big white dick before,” Curtis growls.

He is angry when he fucks my mouth open like this, calling it his pussy and me his black cunt. He tells me to keep my mouth open, but my head throbs tremendously from the blood rushing into it in this virgin position. He doesn’t care. He just wants me to take his big fat prick and gag on it. He wants to scrape the back of my throat with it. He isn’t happy until I can’t breathe around it or that snot is furiously bubbling out of my nose and mouth.

All he knows is that he worked too damn hard to get me this way. To make sure that my mouth perfectly aligns with his prick. Adjusting and readjusting the rope from the ceiling.

He has me suspending by a single leg from it, arms tied behind my back with my free leg cuffed behind my thigh with this thing.

“It’s to let the naked ass-crack breath free from all those old man farts,” he says.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lot's Cave, Inc.
• Release date: Jan 11, 2019
• ISBN: 9781370227150

Bull Blue

What is normal? The answer to that seemingly simple question will probably never be found. Most of the men in my erotic stories have already accepted and adjusted to their world of homosexuality. Yet, some are still unsure, still exploring themselves and their possible life style. My stories deal with a sexual dilemma that confronts of all of us in one form or another. We cannot pass judgment on how individuals seek and find pleasure - we can only look at them with an open mind, seeing how some members of our society face the problem.

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CONTENTS

Yes Sir

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Author’s Note

Twink Exotica

Gay Erotica

Other Novels

by Bull Blue

"Stop all that goddamn yammering…like your old ass never had this big white dick before," Curtis growls.

He is angry when he fucks my mouth open like this, calling it his pussy and me his black cunt. He tells me to keep my mouth open, but my head throbs tremendously from the blood rushing into it in this virgin position. He doesn’t care. He just wants me to take his big fat prick and gag on it. He wants to scrape the back of my throat with it. He isn’t happy until I can’t breathe around it or that snot is furiously bubbling out of my nose and mouth.

All he knows is that he worked too damn hard to get me this way. To make sure that my mouth perfectly aligns with his prick. Adjusting and readjusting the rope from the ceiling.

He has me suspending by a single leg from it, arms tied behind my back with my free leg cuffed behind my thigh with this thing.

It’s to let the naked ass-crack breath free from all those old man farts, he says.

The cool air rolling through its gorge is quite soothing in the cemented shed we are in. My jaw hurts immensely from its severe unhinging. Curtis is big that way. I sniffle and grovel