by Gabino Iglesias
Tom felt the drunken man’s calloused hands tighten around his skull. His fingers were so long they almost wrapped around his head twice. The man moaned so loud it made the grimy floor under Tom’s knees shake like a coked-up Chihuahua in a freezer. “Keep it down, you two,” said a depressed lamppost that was witnessing the action from the alley’s entrance. Instead of quieting down, the brute moaned louder, rammed his spiny cock into Tom’s tonsils a little harder, and massaged his head. Tom felt like a melon at the supermarket.
After a few minutes, the man stopped moaning and started grunting. The sound brought toads the size of well-fed hogs out of their hiding spaces. The green monsters slowly made their way to the two men, studied them with intelligent eyes, and sauntered back to their hiding places once they realized it wasn’t a mating…
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