Marc Anthony was crooning "You Sang To Me" on the jukebox when ex-professional football player Kendell Madsen walked into the bar. Dim red bulbs cast a bloody light over the smoke-filled interior of the place. It was decorated in dark wood paneling, in a rather desultory Western motif. A ratty, moth-eaten moose head hung over the bar. The bartender was a stocky middle-aged man with a big moustache, and starting to bald. He served Kendell a Heineken and the football player took big gulps of it from the fluted glass.

There was a motley mixture of guys in the bar. A couple of queens dished together at one end, casting sly looks at the handsome newcomer. A beautiful, disdainful teenage hustler leaned against a wall, a cigarette dangling from his sulky lower lip. His hair was dyed blonde and combed in the fashionable, spiked, unkempt style, and he wore a deliberately torn tee-shirt. Shortly after Kendell arrived, the hustler left with a pudgy, excited looking fellow in an expensive shirt. But most of the clientele were dressed in leather. There was a tough look about some of them; intense eyes, often shaded by dark glasses, heavy leather jackets, cowboy boots, and some chaps, even.

Kendell Madsen himself looked hot. He wore rather form-fitting jeans which seductively adhered to his strong athletic legs and accented the bulge at his crotch. A blue tank top did little more than provide an enticing glimpse of the rippling contours of his well-developed chest. He had on a black leather jacket which was unzipped. His blue black hair was slicked back away from his handsome, lowering features. He was smoking a Camel.

A couple of leather dudes cruised him, brushing by him, trying to catch his eye, but Kendell ignored them. He was waiting for someone; someone who was like him. Someone he could have his first gay experience with; someone cool and closeted. He had been told that certain straight film and TV stars, as well as a few popular rock-and-rollers frequented this hole. And he was there to find out what gay sex was all about with one of these down-low dudes.

The atmosphere of the leather bar was really getting to him. There was a heat in the air, an intensity. You could feel the lambasting erotic tension. You could sense all those hot sweaty balls and big dicks tucked into confining blue jeans and jock straps. Kendell had never been in a gay bar before. He had expected a lot of drag queens and swishy queers. What he found was, for the most part, some of the most macho dudes he'd ever come across.

The door to the "Lathe of Leather" opened. For a moment, the dusty daylight spilled in across the dark wood floor. A tall, well-built fellow was silhouetted briefly in shadow in the doorway before the door swung closed. The guy came up to the bar. The bartender obviously knew him. They exchanged greetings, and the bartender served him a Bud and didn't take money for it. The customer took a drink of it and walked over to the jukebox and put some quarters in the slot, swiftly picking out his selections. Kendell recognized Luke Lothario right away.

The young rock star had the arrogance of a male animal in its prime. He liked to strut and pose. He made you want to slap his pretty face, but you had to admire the guy. Hell, he was practically flawless, physically. He was wearing a leather vest and nothing underneath it. His torso was sharply defined, pumped-up by regular work-outs with weights and probably on Nautilus equipment. He had broad shoulders and becoming bulging biceps. There was a tattoo of a dragon on his right bicep, and one of a blood-drenched dagger on the left one. His hair was auburn brown and curly, a little long, and combed back from his arrogantly handsome features. He was deeply tanned. His eyes were narrowed and dark brown. His nose was a trifle too perfect; looked as though it had been "fixed". He had a sulky mouth with a droopy lower lip. His jaw thrust forward stubbornly. That was the face that smiled out at all the young girls from the covers of world-wide teen magazines and gossips rags.

He wore a pair of well-worn dungarees. As he leaned against the jukebox, Kendell could see his ass. It looked hot with the jeans caressing those taut, melon-sized cheeks. Kendell Madsen was getting turned on. And he suddenly found himself growing angry simply because he was getting turned on by the dude. Kendell was also a trifle tipsy. It was his sixth Heineken.

Kendell pushed away from the bar, and walked over beside the jukebox. Luke Lothario gave him a cool glance, looked away, and then glanced back again, a very faint spark of interest in his dark eyes. Kendell lit another cigarette, leaned against the wall next to the jukebox and folded his brawny arms across his chest. He blew a cloud of smoke into the air.

Luke Lothario cleared his throat and said casually, "you wanna play something?"

Kendell turned his piercing blue-gray eyes on the Punk Rock star, saying, "Depends what you got in mind, buddy."

Luke looked rather flustered. He was used to guys pandering to him, getting excited by his attention. This dude was cool. Luke was excited, disturbed even, by that piercing blue-gray stare.

He looked at Kendell for a moment, and then looked quickly back at the jukebox selections, took a big gulp of beer, put his bottle down on top the machine, and walked towards the john. Sensing something, Kendell watched and waited until the swinging doors closed behind him, then he followed. When the ex-professional football player entered the bathroom, Luke Lothario was primping in front of the mirror above the sink, combing his auburn locks, narcissistically. His butt was sticking out, stretching his jeans, as he bent forward to look at his reflection. Kendell felt a surge of savage lust flush through him as he looked at that hard man-ass.

Kendell walked over to the urinal, unzipping his pants. He hauled out his dick. The big meat looked formidable even though it was pretty much flaccid. It dangled down through the teeth of his zipper. Luke's warm brown eyes shot down at it greedily. The rock star's eyes were blazing with simmering desire.

Kendell looked at him coolly, wrapping his fingers around his dick and pulling on it. Swiftly it began to fill with lust. There was something exciting about having a good-looking dude looking at his cock. He didn't have any trouble getting a hard on.

"Like what you see, punk?" Kendell growled.

"Yes, I guess," Luke replied somewhat sulkily.

"I've got to take a mean piss," Kendell said, and he did. All that beer had gone right to his bladder. When he finished pissing, he just stood there stroking his massive cock.

Luke licked his lips in nervous excitement. "Uh, hey, man, that's a really awesome dick. Let me...can I.... kiss the head...would ya let me?"

Kendell Madsen was big and mean and worldly, but he didn't know the ins and outs of the gay sex scene. Even more, he couldn't believe this big-time, skirt-chasing, world famous rock and roller wanted to gobble up his cock. This was real new to him, and it excited him more than a little. He struggled to maintain his cool.

"You wanna kiss my cock here, man?" he drawled, flapping his big, semi-erect pecker.

Luke has edged up beside the urinal and dropped to his knees next to Kendell, looking up at him with slavish brown eyes. A surge of savage, virile power flooded the quarterback's body. His heart was pounding in excitement, his balls tingling with lust. He turned toward the kneeling young stud and slapped his big, hard cock back and forth across Luke's flushed cheeks. The Rock star gave out a low moan of pleasure, closing his eyes, parting his lips.

Kendell reached down, tangling his fingers in Lothario's brown, glossy locks, twisting them. He smeared pre-come all over the punk's cheeks and lips. He pushed the head of his cock against Luke's mouth. Luke's wet, warm lips eagerly slurped around the puckered, pulpy knob.

Kendell stared down at him with glittering eyes. He couldn't believe this punk was actually hogging on his beef. That really turned the bone-crushing quarterback on. He trembled in excitement; aggression and primitive passion knotting in the pit of his stomach. His pushed his throbbing meat forward into the hot, sucking orifice of Luke Lothario's mouth. He gave a small growl of pleasure as Luke's velvety lips and swirling silken tongue eagerly sluiced over the stiff, corrugated length of his dick. Kendell groaned as Luke took his dick right down to the hilt in his gurgling throat, pushing his lips against the cold teeth of Kendell's zipper. The guy's throat was slippery and tight; he could feel Luke hum in satisfaction as he hungrily worked on the mammoth meat.

"Yeah, suck that cock, you fuckin' faggot!" Kendell snarled through clenched teeth as he stared down at the kneeling, well-muscled punk who was bobbing his handsome head back and forth between his legs.

Reaching down, he slid his hands over the smooth, hard slopes of Luke's pecs through the open vest. He really liked the feeling of sleek tanned flesh stretched taut over the hills of solid muscle. It was like a sudden discovery of a new, exotic food which was incredibly delicious. He squeezed his hands around the guy's well-developed tits, his palms scraping across the puckered paps. Luke groaned in delirious pleasure, slobbering hungrily around the big dude's ten inch horsemeat. Kendell pinched his forefingers and thumbs around Lothario's nipples, twisting and plucking at them. He felt them grow stiff, and he pinched them hard, digging his fingers in. Luke Lothario shuddered and shook in ecstasy. He really liked the rough stuff. It was beginning to dawn on Kendell why the rock star hung around the leather bar.

The doors to the john swung open and a beefy looking trucker with a moustache and dark glasses lurched in. He looked at the two guys by the urinal, grinned, and walked into the booth. The splashing sound of him relieving himself filled the small, close room.

Kendell grabbed Luke by the hair and pulled his head back. His big dick popped wetly from between the cock-sucker's lips, snapping up with a moist slapping noise against his hard, hirsute belly. He stared down at Luke, saying thickly, "Let's go someplace!"

He tucked his big dick back inside his faded Levi & Strauss jeans and zipped them up. Luke got unsteadily to his feet, panting in excitement. He was looking at Kendell in awe and exhilaration. Kendell suddenly became acutely aware of how sexy he, himself, was, as though he were seeing himself for the first time. He felt his own strength and virile masculinity like a drug, making him flex muscles and thrill with savage excitement. He only used to feel this kind of testosteronic power on the football field when he was about to crush some bones. But this was better.

"There's a room above the bar. We can use that," Luke said huskily.

"Let's go then." said Kendell.

Luke turned to go, and impulsively, Kendell reached out and grabbed the young punk's ass, squeezing it through the jeans. It felt firm and taut. He liked it a lot. The trucker was turning around, stuffing his big, meaty, uncut cock back into his pants.

As Luke and Kendell exited the john, the trucker mumbled softly behind Kendell, "Go for it, man!"

Luke walked over to the bar and leaned close to the bartender, whispering something into his ear. Then he came back to where Kendell stood and motioned for the big, black-haired stud quarterback to follow him. They went to the back of the bar where there was a door, and went through it.

They were in a small dingy hallway with a small flight of stairs leading to the second floor. They went up the stairs to another door. Luke put a key in the lock and pushed the door open. He went inside, waited for Kendell to enter, then shut and bolted the door behind him. He turned on a light, it was just a naked light bulb dangling from a chain from the ceiling, casting a pallid white glow over the small room. It was windowless and close. There was a cot which had obviously been slept in recently and was unmade. There was a battered chest of drawers and a standing closet and a sink. A big, dog-eared poster of muscleman movie-star, The Rock, adorned the otherwise bare wall, next to the bed.

Luke turned towards Kendell, moistening his lips. The rock star said huskily, "Do you want me naked?"

Kendell was entering a new arena of sexual expression, and was discovering things about himself he had only been half aware of before. His heart was pounding in excitement, and his dick was stretched, hard and throbbing, against the leg of his trousers. He walked up until he was looking down into Luke Lothario's handsome face. The guy was a jerk, a narcissist. But what the punk really craved was being dominated and abused. That was obvious now. But he was so damned good looking! That mouth demanded to be kissed.

Kendell bent down impulsively and crushed his hard lips to Luke's, kissing him fiercely. He pushed his tongue deeply into Luke's mouth, as the rock star moaned, sucking on the invading tongue greedily. Kendell tasted the guy's warm saliva, tinged with the flavor of beer and pre-come. It was like sipping some heady, masculine nectar. Intoxicating lust blazed within the football player's virile loins. His hands ran aggressively up and down Lothario's body, going around his tapering back, cupping and squeezing the firm globes of his tight ass. He crushed his groin against Luke's. He could feel the younger dude's dick pulsating through his torn, close-fitting jeans.

Abruptly Kendell pulled away from him, stepping back and growled thickly, "Get naked, boy!" Then he walked over to the bed, sat down and shrugged off his leather jacket. Luke Lothario's eyes drank in the sight of the big guy's brawny, hairy chest, easily discernible through the body-hugging blue tank-top.

Kendell rubbed the heel of his hand against the big bulge in the front of his jeans, his legs spread wide apart as he stared at Luke Lothario with blazing, blue-gray eyes. Luke reached down and unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans. He pulled off his boots and shoved his pants down around his ankles, stepping out of them. When he straightened up, Kendell saw that the young stud was wearing a soiled jock strap. It filled out around the big meaty balls. Luke had a hard on alright and it lifted the elastic of the jock and throbbed against the washboard definition of his smooth, sexy belly.

Luke Lothario was hung. His dick was almost as big as Kendell's. It was rock-hard. Kendell began to see why this guy had been such as success as a rock idol. He was hot! Mutha Fuckin' HOT! Luke shrugged off his vest and reached down to pull off his jock strap.

Kendell huskily growled, "Keep that on, pussy-boy. Just snap it up beneath your nuts and show me what you got!"

Luke liked to be told what to do by masculine Alpha males. It sent a tantalizing thrill of passive excitement throughout his body. His young eyes burned and blazed with erotic lights as he obeyed Kendell's command. His balls were meaty and hotly tufted with brown hairs. A sparse reddish brown nest of pubes surrounded the stiff base of the upright, pulsating cock. The thing was as stiff as a baseball bat, latticed with lust-bloated veins. It twitched in the air as he stood there in his socks and jock strap, waiting for the brawny raven-haired stud to tell him what to do.

Kendell sat on the edge of the bed and gathered up his tank top, tugging it up over his head and tossing it aside. The cool white light spilled down over the magnificent musculature of his torso. Thick wiry black hairs foamed across his big chest, and his pecs were large, sloped slabs of cement-hard muscle. His flaring lats tapered to a trim midriff. His belly was lean and rippling and covered with a beard of silky dark hairs.

"Come on over here, boy!" Kendell thickly commanded.

Luke Lothario walked up to the bed, his dick sticking in front of him obscenely at a forty-five degree angle.

"Get down on you knees, punk! Worship my body", Kendell hoarsely ordered.

Luke released a guttural sound of excitement, dropping to his knees on the floor in front of the cot, between Kendell's wide-spread, dungaree-clad legs. He leaned forward, running his hands up the insides of Kendell's hard, thickly muscled legs. He bent his handsome face down until his lips pressed against the football player's bulging right pec. The wiry hairs tickled his nose as he laved his tongue hungrily up and down the hard tit. He suckled the puckered pap, tugging it gently between his teeth.

"You like that, don't ya, pussy-boy?" Kendell growled, "Get into it! Clean it with that slut tongue! Yeah, feels good, man...feels hot!"

Kendell leaned back against the wall, putting a cigarette between his lips and lighting it as Luke's hot mouth and sluicing tongue moved hungrily over his body, sending wave after wave of erotic pleasure shooting through him. He dragged on the cigarette, tucking his hands behind his head, flexing his body's muscles magnificently for the slavish rock star's benefit.

Luke was more than appreciative. He was going wild with excitement as he kissed and drooled on the large hairy stud's muscles, sucking both of his hard tits, running his satiny tongue up each flaring lat, burying his handsome face in the hollows of the quarterback's armpits, raking the sweaty hairs there through his teeth and savoring the musky aroma.

Kendell's prick was throbbing in excitement, pressing painfully against the denim pants. Huskily Kendell growled, "Take my cock out, boy. I want it sucked. NOW!!"

Luke sat back on his haunches, panting in exhilaration. His trembling fingers unbuckled Kendell's belt and fumbled with the button of the fly. There was a dull rasping sound as he tugged Kendell's zipper down. The quarterback heaved up his hips, making it easier for the panting young muscle boy to tug his trousers down about his ankles.

Kendell's legs we long, muscular, hirsute. Luke hunkered down and licked his wet, hungry tongue slowly up each of Kendell's calves, moaning and groaning in slavish rapture. He moved up to Kendell's huge, hard thighs, reaching out with sweaty fingers and fisting the upright thickness of the quarterback's rock-hard horse-cock. He licked at the sweaty insides of Kendell's thighs, tonguing the wiry, thickly clustered pubes, kissing them. He dipped his head down, letting Kendell's huge, fuzzy, baseball-sized testicles dangle moistly on top of his lower face. Kendell gave out a gravelly moan of intense erotic delight, his teeth biting into the cigarette as searing flames of fierce lustful pleasure licked through is studly loins.

He blissfully felt Luke's slurping tongue slide back and forth all along the underside of his scrotum. He was dizzy from the feel of Luke's lips tugging and sucking at his wrinkly scumbag. The rock star gurgled in an erotic delirium as he inhaled the pungent aroma of unwashed stud crotch, yawning his greedy lips around each heavy ball, trying to take them into his mouth.

Methodically he moved on to Kendell's cock, running his wet, satiny tongue up and down the length of the stiff pulsating pole, painting it with warm spit. He held it steady and upright in his fist, squeezing and stroking it as he swirled his drooling tongue all over the pulpy, blunt cockhead. It tasted of pre-come and piss, and Luke Lothario loved the taste. He circled his hungry, greedy lips around the meaty dick-head and pushed his handsome face down on it. His jaws stretched apart just about as wide as they could possibly go, and Kendell grunted in bestial satisfaction as he felt Luke hotly go down on him, slowly sliding his lips and tongue and throat over all ten inches of the burning, throbbing stallion-dick.

"Yeah, punk boy, suck that big dick! Uh huh, Uh huh, feels good....feels fuckin' good, punk-pussy boy! You like sucking that big hard man dick, don't ya?" Kendell hoarsely growled.

His fingers were digging into the back of Luke Lothario's head, pushing him up and down on the up right ramrod, hunching upward with his hips and fucking his prong back and forth between Luke's circled, sucking lips. The rock star was gurgling and groaning in delirious pleasure. He had scooped up Kendell's big sweaty nuts in his hands and was twisting and stroking and playing with them while he sucked cock hungrily.

Kendell's burning blue-gray eyes stared down at the handsome, sex-obsessed punk who was hotly blowing his meat. He drank in the sight of Luke's bronzed, "V" shaped back. He saw the guy's ass. It was a great-looking ass, a creamy white, with curved, firm cheeks the size of melon halves, dimpled at the top, separated by a hot deep crack.

Bestial excitement was welling up in Kendell's already overheated loins. Luke's pumping, sucking lips were warm, wet and savagely sensuous. His tongue curled silkily around the underside of Kendell's twitching truncheon, forming a delectable trough. His throat was snug and narrow and hot. He was milking Kendell's dick furiously, and the quarterback knew he was going to shoot pretty soon. And he suddenly decided he didn't want to come just yet. He grabbed a thick hank of Luke's hair, jerking his head back, his cock plopping wetly from between Luke's lips, thrusting up in the air, sparkling and dripping with warm spit.

"Get up!" Kendell growled, sitting up on the bed and lightly slapping Luke's face.

Luke shuddered and obeyed, getting unsteady to his feet once again, his young dick sawed the air like a flagpole in the breeze. Kendell stood up in front of him, his huge cock sticking out like a warrior's spear, his pants hunched around his ankles. He stepped out of them. Reaching out, he squeezed and touched and patted Luke's body as if the young punk were a horse, and he a horse buyer testing the stock. He like the young guy's well-fed, nicely sculpted physique.

"What're you into, pussy boy?" Kendell thickly growled.

Luke licked his lips nervously and said in a slightly unsteady voice, "Y-you can do what you want with me. I..I like getting roughed up a little....."

Shit, that's just a little too sick, Kendell tried to tell himself. But then he recalled a saying he had heard as a teenager that "homosexuality reigned wherever there was brutal, masculine violence". That remembrance sent him into an excited craze. His hot blue-gray eyes alighted on Luke Lothario's pants, bunched on the floor. He saw the belt half drawn out of the loops. In his lust and beer heated imagination he recalled the belt-beatings his father had given him when he was a teenager.

"Turn around, punk!" growled Kendell. He grabbed Luke's arms, drawing them behind the dude's back, and used the belt as a rope, binding the young punk wrists together tightly. Luke Lothario made a sharp hissing sound of subservient pleasure as he felt his arms restrained behind his back. Kendell walked around him, studying Luke's body, and then bent down and drew his own belt out of his pants. He gripped the back of Luke's neck and forced the young stud down on his knees on the floor, pushing him over the bed so that his upper body was pressed against the mattress and his as stuck up in the air.

With sex-glazed eyes Kendell stared at the guy's firm, smooth butt cheeks. Savage desire flickered almost painfully through his tensing balls. His voice was horse and thick: "You want me to whip that ass, punk? Huh!? Is that what you want, you fucking degenerate? You want to get whipped, boy???!"

"Y-Yes.....Yes, please!" Luke whispered hoarsely, his entire body visibly shuddering with excitement, his flushed cheek pressed against the bed sheets. He closed his eyes, chewing nervously on his lower lip as he waited for his punishment. He cock was wildly throbbing against the mattress.

Kendell drew back his arm and brought the belt whistling through the air. It snapped cruelly around the twin lobes of Luke's upturned ass, slashing into the bare, tender flesh, raising an instant welt.

"AAWWWWWWW!" Luke screamed between clenched teeth as white hot pain tore through his butt. But he needed it. He craved the pain, loving the way it coursed like electricity through his trussed up body, making him break out in a sweat - making his big balls tighten with stud lust.

"Yeah, you faggot, I'm gonna make you squirm!" Kendell snarled, bringing the belt down again, grunting in pleasure as he felt the reverberation of the blow travel along his brawny forearm. He slashed the belt back and forth across Luke's beautiful young ass, striping it with red welts.

Kendell liked the way Luke's muscular, bent-over body jerked and twisted in agony and ecstasy. He liked the strangled screams which were torn from the muscle boy's contorted lips. His cock was throbbing with bestial exhilaration. Sweat gleamed in the tangle of wiry dark hairs covering Kendell's brawny, rippling torso. His muscles flexed against his tawny flesh as he brought his belt down again and again and again.

Stars and lights were going off behind Luke's tear-dazzled eyes as he got whipped long and hard. Adrenalin surged through his squirming body. His rigid cock was pulsating against the bed. He was getting ready to shoot.

"OOOWWWWWWW!", he sobbed, biting down on a clump of the mussed up sheet, his fingers gripping into the blanket. He arched his ass in the air, gasping as it met the snaking belt again and again and again.

"I'm g-g-gonna....AAAAAHHHHH!! I'M G-GONNA CUM!!! AAWWWWWWWWW!", he hoarsely screamed. His big dick jerked and twitched, and erupted as the belt snapped, with almost lightening speed, against his ass and scrotal sack, sending white hot waves of mingled pleasure and pain scorching throughout his loins. Hot spurts of semen blasted from his piss slit, spraying onto the bed sheets, the blanket and the floor.

"Yeah! Yeah! Shoot it, pussy boy...Shoot it!" Kendell panted thickly, showering Luke Lothario's arching back with belt-blows as he watched the trussed up punk cream.

Kendell couldn't believe how excited he was by this strange, neurotic behavior. His steel-like cock was throbbing and pulsating in the air like a stallion rearing up in passion. He tossed his belt aside. He stepped forward and dropped to his knees behind the moaning, gasping dude who was still recovering from a ball-blistering orgasm. He clamped his large hands against Luke's butt cheeks hard, fiercely squeezing them. Lothario gave out a strangled yelp because his smarting ass still tingled in pain. Kendell wantonly dug his thumbs into the moist, sweaty crack and peel the cheeks apart. He stared hungrily at Luke's asshole. It was puckered and wrinkly and brownish. It glittered with a droplet of perspiration, and it was winking at him.

He fisted his big dick and pushed it down between the lacerated cheeks of the rock star's ass.

"NNNNGGGHHHH", Luke groaned weakly as a dark flush of primordial desire and pleasure washed through his aching bowels. His aching dick had not lost its hardness. His balls were tingling with renewed lust. He instinctively arched his back and pushed his fine young ass against the quarterback's crotch. He released a low moan of anticipation and excitement as he felt the fist-like cock-knob press up against his tender rectum, sending it into spasm.

"I'm gonna fuck your sissy-ass, punk", Kendell growled, "I'm gonna fuck you 'til I cum out your ears, you mutha fuckin' freak!"

He gripped his hands around Luke's slender hips, holding him steady. Then, with a guttural grunt, he snapped his hips forward, thrusting into the rock star hot ass with brutal force. He groaned in pleasure as the young guy's succulent, silken ass-sheath clutched hotly around the entire length of his big dick, pumping up to the balls inside of Luke. Luke's tight, spasming asshole snapped snuggly around the very base of Kendell's horsemeat, and the quarterback's sweaty pubes were mashed wetly up against the rock star's steamy buttocks.

"AAAWWWWWWW!! Y-YEEEAAAHHHHH!" Luke sobbed, his handsome head snapping back, his back arching, his muscles contracting as a shock wave of white heat ripped through his aching, cock-stuffed bowels.

Kendell leaned forward, clutching his strong hands around the trussed up fellow's broad shoulders, and began to ram into him with brute force. His hot, hairy, thighs slapped rhythmically against Luke's upturned butt cheeks. His huge balls whipped pendulously to and fro, colliding with Luke Lothario's balls. Kendell had never ever felt anything as nice and tight and velvety as this guy's burning ass. He loved the way it milked and squirmed around his hard, heavy meatiness.

"UNGH! UNGH! UNGH!" hoarsely grunted Kendell as he felt it coming. Wildly he rammed his mauler in and out of Luke Lothario's guts again and again, faster and faster. He felt his heavy testicles tightening and burning with overpowering lust. His heart was pounding like a sledgehammer in his chest. His vision was dimming. All of his nerve endings were tingling with savage, animal passion. Gripping Luke's body tighter, "I'm gonna shoot, pussy boy! Here it comes! Take it! Take it all! Ungh! Ungh! Ungh! UNGH!"

He threw his head back, his handsome features twisting in a grimace of bestial pleasure. The big muscles on his upper body contracted magnificently as he shuddered in animalistic ecstasy. His hairy ass cheeks tightened and he clenched them back and forth rapidly, his fingers digging firmly into Luke's shoulders. The quarterback groaned loudly, his senses reeling. He couldn't remember ever coming that hard, that intensely, before in his life. His knees were weak from the violent force of the orgasm.

Finally he eased back, his giant dick plopping out of Luke's ass. Without a word, he walked over to where his clothes were tossed, and he swiftly dressed.

Luke slid off the bed and sat on the floor looking up at the quarterback. Panting, he watched with burning brown eyes, the quarterback's every movement. As Kendell pulled on his tank top, Luke nervously said, "Hey, man, could you until my hands now? My circulation's kinda cut off."

Kendell was silent for a moment. He put a cigarette between his surly lips and lit it. He walked over to Luke. Squatting down in front of him, he blew a cloud of smoke into the guy's face.

"Nope! You got to get out of this the best way you can. Thanks for the hospitality!" said Kendell, his blue-gray eyes burning into Luke's. A look of shock and anger came over Luke's handsome features. He began to twist his hands furiously behind his back, trying to loosen the belt.

Standing up, the quarterback retrieved the key to the room from Luke's pocket and strode to the door.

"Come on, man, you're not gonna do this!!...COME ON!" shouted Luke, trying to stand, but kept falling back down on the floor. And in an instant, the only thing the young rock star heard was the door being locked from the other side.

Kendell Madsen made his way down the small flight of stairs toward the dingy hallway. He mused at how much Luke Lothario loved pain. He imagined the sort of horror that must be now tearing through the punk's beautiful young mind. But, naww, he wasn't about to abandon all the steamy loving that the hot, young Luke Lothario had to give. Kendell Madsen was only going down to shove some money into the parking meter. He'd be back up in that room stuffing his turgid meat deeply up inside Luke's tepid ass in no time at all.

And as he made his way back up to the to the little room at the end of the dingy hall, it all became suddenly apparent to him just why everybody gets so nuts about rock stars. MUAH!!!