Quote:Escaped from movie mogul James Rosen's depraved clutches in Rome, American Gil Graham and his boyfriend Mike Smith head for London to set up home together. Mike introduces Gil to the hectic joys of giant disco Paradise. Hot backroom action, cruising Hampstead Heath, gladiatorial combat, and a *****-movie shoot are all part of Gil and Mike's adventures. But can the idyll last once Rosen turns up, bent on revenge?
It seemed an inadequate reaction to Gil, but he smiled lopsidedly as he returned to fondling his guy’s head and ears as he finished him off properly. There came a flurry next door as the kid scrambled back off the table, retrieved his discarded clothes, and calmly dressed. With a happy sigh, Gil’s guy got back to his feet and cupped Gil’s head gratefully. “That was good. Now. My turn.”
A bit of space on the other couch had become free and he made Gil kneel on the end, butt sticking out. He pulled Gil’s jeans and briefs down enough to run a hand up and down between the taut thighs and fondle Gil’s ass. Gil wasn’t sure about this, but his parents had brought him up to be polite and it seemed rude to turn the guy down. Besides, another helping of poppers got him ready for what he knew was coming. And it did. Seconds later the guy grabbed Gil’s waist firmly and shoved up his asshole.
Eyes closed, Gil’s head lolled forward and his face bumped into sweaty warm flesh. He reached a hand forward for support but found himself caressing a naked body. Whoever it was lay sprawled on his back, half off the seat of the couch. Gil felt around. A firm thigh, large hot balls, a ready dick. Someone doing something to someone else even farther off along the couch.
It seemed perfectly natural… a hard, unattended cock. He gripped it and began rubbing it and fondling the unusually big balls beneath. Almost immediately a hand reached up and imperiously tapped the top of his head. Gil leaned forward more, licked his lips and swallowed the plum-shaped head, swirling his tongue around the oozing cum slot, the taste driving his butyl-slammed mind into overdrive. Somewhere behind him, almost disconnected, a hot friction built in his ass as his guy fucked him harder and harder.
In that frenzied, sex-scented atmosphere nothing could last long. Hanging onto the base of the mysterious cock below him, jerking it furiously into his consuming mouth, he reached down to grasp his own renewed hard-on, knowing he was about to cum again.
The trigger was a sudden hot gush of jizz against his tongue as whoever he was sucking let fly and his guy, slapping his ass cheeks, shooting his load deep inside Gil. He gurgled on the cum-fountain in his mouth and immediately blew his own load straight down onto the plastic-covered couch beneath him and over the mystery boy’s thigh
