Rough Trade by edited by Todd Gregory Page B

bouncing against it. But what sent a shiver of lust though the oil tycoon was the glimpse of Bobby’s snug asshole between his upraised thighs.
    Reggie shoved his pants down to his ankles and dropped to his knees over the half-naked Bobby. The cowboy was attempting to remove his shirt when Reggie seized Bobby’s hips and shoved them backward. Bobby’s white butt rose up in the air between them. Reggie looked down at a pair of hairless buns, equally hairless balls, and a swollen dick. He gasped at the sight of that puckered asshole, quivering as Bobby’s body shook with a mixture of fear and excitement. Reggie had to touch it. He poked a finger at the hole, ramming the digit between the tight ass lips and into the heated love tunnel beyond.
    Bobby squealed like a stuck pig. His thighs were crunched up against his chest and his shirt was tangled around his head and shoulders. He couldn’t see what was going on. But the sensation of air on his naked ass and the painful aching of a finger rammed up his tight chute had been pleasing in a nasty way.
    “I ain’t never done it before,” he shouted. His voice rose several octaves with the sharp ache of that intrusion, though his dick continued to jerk lustily between his spread legs.
    Reggie snorted out a rude laugh. He was intrigued by the feeling of his finger inside Bobby’s tight hole and the way the cowboy was squirming. He didn’t want to hurt the teen, but he had to have that butthole. He spat down on the hairless opening and worked the saliva into Bobby’s hole. This elicited a low moan and a grunt from Bobby’s shirt-entangled face. That was better than the yelp he’d hollered earlier, Reggie thought.
    “I’m going to bust this cherry of yours today, Bobby. Your new duties will include getting a dick up the butt on a regular basis,” Reggie drawled.
    Bobby managed to untangle his shirt from his body and gazed up at the blond businessman. He was so damn good-looking, his amber eyes were kind, and he seemed a great dude. Reggie’s finger was beginning to feel good up Bobby’s throbbing bunghole. Bobby impulsively clutched his own thighs and pulled them apart, thinking that he could open up his asshole a bit that way. It worked.
    “Yeah, cowboy. Spread those legs. Open up your tight slot for me,” Reggie crooned, his powerful lust negating any inhibitions he had about porking a virgin teen who worked for him.
    He spat on the hole again and worked in another finger, the tight orifice expanding with the parting of the cowboy’s thighs and Bobby’s increasing stimulation. Still, it was a tight fit, and Reggie loved every spasm of the clamping anal lips over his probing fingers.
    He had to have his dick up there. “I’m going to fuck your virgin ass. You want that?” he asked, his soft eyes boring into Bobby’s glittering blue ones.
    Bobby nodded silently, not yet able to speak the nasty words out loud, although Reggie’s lewd language was exciting him.
    Reggie had not lost his head entirely. He reached down into his tangled pants and found his wallet. Inside he had a condom, which he quickly pulled out and rolled over his dick. Then he scooted up between the eighteen-year-old’s parted thighs and pointed his rod directly at the spit-wet butt entrance. Two of his fingers were buried to the knuckle, but even together they weren’t as large as the shaft eager to replace them. Reggie withdrew his fingers, watching as the stretched ass ring clamped back down tightly. He was shaking more than the young cowboy as he planted the head of his dick at the snug fuck entrance. He gobbed more spit down, the juicy lube landing on his dickhead and the puckered asshole. He began to shove, but it was so constricting he slid away, his dickhead rubbing against the butt crack raised up in front of him.
    Reggie grabbed hold of Bobby’s hips and held them firm, again pointing his dick at the hole between the quaking buns. “Hold still. I’m going to pork your ass, no matter