Free Baby Boy 1: Sacrificed by Alex Anders Page A

"Scream!" the older voice said again before Justin could no longer contain the synchronized imagined pounding that he was receiving.
    "Agh!" Justin bellowed twisting and clutching his naked body.
    "Yeah!" the older voice yelled back.
    Doubling his pounding he sent the young voice into a continuous howl that only ended with another loud groan by Justin and the sound of release coming from the older man.
    "Ahhhh," the older man screamed. Then all was silent.
    Justin, who now lay on the floor exhausted, trembled with excitement. A minute later he heard his neighbor's door unlock. Knowing the drapes of his walkway facing window were open, he rushed into the shadows of his room. With his back against the far wall, and his knees pushed under his chin he watched the owner of the older voice walk by. He was a distinguished looking Puerto Rican man that looked as much devil as saint in the midday light. And the rapid way in which he crossed the window made it seem like, today, the devil was in control.
    Once past, Justin crawled back to his neighbor's wall. He pressed his ear against the cold plaster wondering if during all of the moaning his neighbor had been fucked to death. But small indistinguishable sounds told him that his neighbor was alright.
    When Justin heard the door open again, he threw himself back into the shadows. The person who next passed his second floor motel apartment window was the neighbor with the young voice.
    His blonde hair, that looked like it had once been gelled to perfection, now looked gripped and tussled. The reddened spots on his smooth tanned chest indicated recent sexual battering. And the tired look on his face and slow way he walked told Justin that he had been on the other side of a rough ride. With a cigarette hanging loosely on his lips he carried an ice bucket toward the ice machine at the end of the walkway.
    Not wanting the erotic feelings to end Justin scrabbled for his clothes and gathered four quarters for the adjacent soda machine. Rushing out Justin caught up with his neighbor who turned his tired eyes toward him.
    The barefoot surfer recognized Justin as the young boy that had recently moved in next to him. The surfer loved looking at Justin. Justin’s toned body, refined features and dark blue eyes mixed with his youthful, but developing masculine jaw line to create a young Adonis. So with the face and body of a god, the next place that he always turned to was Justin's cock.
    Looking down today the surfer found more than just the usual generous hump. Today he found a huge bulge that could only indicate a hard monster in his pants. He looked up at Justin's face surprised that he was bold enough to freeball with a giant erection.
    "Nice cock," the surfer said testing how bold Justin was willing to be.
    Justin turned to look at his neighbor's young but weathered face. Without thinking, his next move was to look down at his neighbor's crotch hoping to see the nice cock that he was referring to. Justin lingered on the lines in the surfer's lean lower stomach. They made a sexy V-shape that pointed to his dick, the first part of his body covered by cloth.
    Justin found his neighbor's body uncontrollably hot. And without realizing it, his still hard cock flinched pushing wildly on his pants. Pleased but unable to find the “nice cock” he decided to check himself. Just below his tight fitting shirt was his own huge bulge that wrapped around his left thigh like a snake. He looked up at his neighbor embarrassed.
    Without a word he maneuvered to the soda machine, dropped the coins in and pushed the first button he recognized. Quickly retrieving the Coke he rushed back past his neighbor and almost jogged to his room.
    Justin slammed his door with embarrassment. But the embarrassment quickly turned to excitement as he realized that his wildly dangerous neighbor had seen the full expression of his young inexperienced sexuality. Justin moved his small hands to his clothed man-boy cock. Grabbing the