RIDE Or DIE: Sexual Politics

Governor Max Konnor opens the door to his mansion without a flicker of surprise. There stands Grayson Lange, the lithe college boy, eyes gleaming with that familiar hunger. Their affair has burned hot since Mrs. Konnor's travels pulled her away more often—a May-December fire that neither can quench. Grayson knows secrets about the scheme at Rider's Correctional Facility, whispers Max craves. But the boy hungers for something else first. Grayson drops to his knees in the foyer, no hesitation. He wraps his drooling lips around Max's girthy shaft, swallowing every thick inch. Saliva drips as he works, eager and unashamed. Minutes later, he peels off his clothes, leaving only a black thong clinging to his hips. He bends over an antique chair, offering himself up. Max's gaze locks on the milky white curves of Grayson's tender ass—a porcelain temptation he can't resist. His hand cracks down, spanking those cheeks until they bloom red, hot under his palm. Then come the fingers, probing deep into the boy's cum tunnel, followed by Max's tongue, lapping and stretching the tight ring. It's a perfect fit for what's coming: Max's huge, raw, fat cock. Grayson's hairless twink hole yields beautifully as Max rams his heavy pole in from behind, pounding the piggy undergrad with relentless force. The governor hauls him to the bedroom next, pressing Grayson flat on his stomach across silk sheets. Each bareback thrust rearranges the boy's insides, deep and claiming. Max flips him onto his back, legs splayed wide. "Fuck me more," Grayson begs, voice raw. Max obliges, hammering that sweet spot until Grayson arches and shoots ropes of hot spunk over his own head, splattering the pillows. Max stays rock hard, pulls out, and unloads into Grayson's open mouth. He leans in for a kiss, tasting his own seed mingled with the boy's. In the hazy afterglow, bodies tangled and slick, Max murmurs a secret. There's another source feeding him inside info on Rider's Correctional—besides Grayson. But who?