Vintage Pulp and Original Gay Erotica
Introduction
Spencer has moved his hands to Chris’s shoulders. He massages them firmly. They are lying close together in Chris’s darkened bedroom. The clock on the bedside shows the time in numbers. 9:24.
“Now?” Spencer asks.
He kisses the back of Christopher’s neck, his shoulders, and gently runs his hands along the tanned, well-muscled arms.
“Now,” says Christopher.
“Everything is cultural,” says Spencer. “You could make almost anything—even eating with people—a violation of them. Do you feel that I am violating you?”
“No,” says Chris. “Not at all.”
“Do you want me?”
“Yes.”
Almost at command, Christopher breathes deeply as Spencer presses his arms firmly around his waist, his hands against his abdomen, and the two bodies are locked together…
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