EXTRACT FOR
The Hunted
(A.B. Hammond)

"You're in for a surprise kid," Roger said.



Ben didn't answer. He kept staring at the floor.



Roger then turned sideways, facing him and slowly, brought his right hand to Ben's thigh, then, he pressed hard. Ben stiffened, trying to pull away. He looked defiantly in Roger's eyes, trying to see their intent. But the glow of the overhead lights wasn't enough to let him really read the man next him.



Now, Roger's hand was at his crotch, the fingers under his balls, the palm rubbing his limp cock through his jeans.



"Bet you're proud of what you've got there, kid," Roger offered.



"Hey, man, stop it!" Ben held his body rigid.



Roger laughed, just pressing harder. Ben felt his cock start to harden at the touch. With that, Ben's free hand came forward, grabbing Roger's palm, flinging it off. "Stop it, I said!"



"Hey, Roger!" cried Karl. "What you got there?"



They seemed locked in their own little world, close, removed from everything but each other. Karl let out a deep breath and then stared at Roger and Ben.



"Well, how's the kid behaving, Roger?" he asked, smiling.



"Move over, Karl, and we'll both keep him company."



"This kid's real proud of his cock, Karl," Roger said. "Real proud and he likes nothing better than going around fucking every cunt he meets. What do you think?"



"One thing's for sure," replied Karl. "There's no pussy where he's going."