RT-511 Sailor’s Liberty
Sailor’s Liberty
Rough Trade
RT-511
Anonymous
$3.95
Introduction
“Country living is one thing, but hot, young sailors is another thing altogether. I sure didn’t expect to be so drawn to the prominent bulge in the first mate’s trousers, just like I hadn’t expected to grow accustomed to the smell of horse manure. But you can get used to anything—especially sucking cock!”
FOREWORD
I wanted to suck the sailor’s cock. His dick. His fucking schlong. Yes, that’s a sailor’s term, too, and it perfectly describes what he had stored away in his trousers, a fucking schlong.
His balls were rubbery, and goddamned big, I will say that, and all covered with hair. His cock’ jutted right out of the hair, and his balls hid in it.
I wanted to suck a thing like that, it was powerful and I respected it.
I opened my mouth wide, and slid my lips slowly down the length of his cock. Down the shaft of his cock I smeared a trail of gooey saliva, working my tongue swiftly over the underside of his big cock, and around the sensitive glans.
He was big and good and delicious.
He was a sailor.
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