One Man’s Meat
One Man’s Meat
Black Knight Classics
$1.95
Beginning of Chapter One
While taking a shower at the college gym, Alan and Kevin had been shouting back and forth above the noise of the spraying water when Alan popped up with, “Say, Kevin, you are really built like a Greek adonis. Have you ever thought of making it pay off?”
“What the hell you talking about?” Kevin said, “Sell my dauber by the inch?”
“No, ya jerk! I mean posing. Robin Stark, the photographer, is always looking for new material and you would be just his meat. Curt, Greg and I hang out down there two or three afternoons a week. Not only do we get a few dollars, but lots of fun besides!”
“I’m afraid I couldn’t take it! My rod swells every time I think about being nude in front of other people. See?”
By this time, Kevin’s shining staff was inching out. It was fully eight inches of circumcized peter bobbing at right angles from a pair of more-than-ample balls. The column of flesh was pink-white and very chunky and firm. The glans was a rose color and the prepuce rolled back baring it to present a more appealing sight.
Kevin was eager, for his dick throbbed and the eye in the end seemed to be open and begging for attention. Alan couldn’t help but respond in a like manner and out of his almost silver snatch bounded a man-sized, roaring hard-on, eager for action.
“You’ve got a hell of a lot of meat for your age. Don’t tell me you belong to the club!” Alan said.
“Club?”
“Yeah… gay boys,” Alan said.
“Are you, too?” Kevin asked.
“Sure. Curt, Greg and I have a whirl damned near every night. And Robin, well, that Stark has ideas that would make Dr. Kinsey blush. His posing sessions are little less than orgies and at a buck an hour. Yeah, a buck and a fuck an hour. And if I weren’t afraid of someone coming in, I’d like to grind my nose into that red nest of yours and let my throat muscles milk your cream supply right now!”
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