SB-116 Chauffeur for Hire
Chauffeur for Hire
Spartacus Books
SB-116
Jon Riggles
$2.75
Excerpt
“Okay, I’ll be ready with some more soon!” I chug-a-lugged the beer, anxious for it to filter through my body and into his wholesome-looking face! I held the bottle up in the air until I’d drained every drop out of it. “Ahhhhhhh!” I wiped some of the beer off of my mouth as he grabbed the empty bottle away from me, replacing it with the full, fresh beer that he had set on the empty cases.
I caught my breath and began gulping the full beer, feeling as though I was in a beer drinking contest. Greg’s fingers began fumbling and probing at the metal buttons on my jeans as he moved his body in closer to mine. Finally I could feel his fingers pushing through my half open fly and pressing against my bloated cock.
I pulled the bottle away from my mouth and looked around the bar to see if anyone was staring at us. Everyone else seemed more intent on watching the pool players or cruising each other. “What are you doing?”
“What does it feel like?” He rubbed his legs against mine, shook his hair under my face, and poked his finger into the head of my prick! “Your cock feels all confined and trapped in there.” I pressed back against the wall and looked around the room again, noticing that we were in the darkest area of the crowded bar. The two men standing next to us were intent on talking to each other and had their backs to us.
I moved my crotch, trying to force his finger out of my fly. Instead, he pulled open the remaining buttons and forced his hand farther into my hot, straining levis. “Be careful!” I whispered to him and looked around once again before drinking more of my beer. I wasn’t paranoid about behavior in the bar or anywhere else, but it did seem a little too obvious and dangerous to have his hand stuffed inside of my open fly.
Greg wasn’t concerned about anyone watching us as he continued to pull and probe at my stiffening dick. I gulped on a swallow of beer as he wrapped his fingers around my fat shaft and pulled it out through my open zipper. Jesus Christ! I quickly glanced around at the nearby men who were ignoring Greg’s hand which was now squeezing my dong as he pressed it into the soft, blond hair above the waistband of his cutoffs.
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