BB-80025 The Trouble with Peter

Excerpt

“That’s right. Would you like a Bloody Mary? Or a swim? Or…”

“Or a blow job?” He lazily scratched his balls in insolent fashion. “I’ll take a drink. And nobody else has ever tried to rip off that two hundred thousand bucks?”

“Not that I know of,” I said from the kitchen. “There’s all sorts of alarms on the counting house and now there’re three guards instead of two, plus other guards here and there around the track. It would be pretty tough.”

I had my trunks on too. And I had the wild hope that Peter would somehow find me physically attractive, for my build isn’t bad and my features are even and good. But he was gazing out the window through my binoculars as I returned with the drinks.. I’d have cut it short and asked him to leave soon, for there seemed no hope of us ever having a two-way relationship, but he was so damnably attractive in his ruggedly youthful good looks that I sat down beside him on the bed as I handed him his drink.

He lay back on his elbows, belly as flat as a washboard, prick and balls bulging disturbingly close to me now. “It seems to me,” he said, “the time to get to that money would be when it’s between the counting house and the armored car.”

“When I’ve got it, eh? Sure,” I said, and laid a not too casual hand on his naked thigh. “Why don’t you come tooting through on a motorcycle about that time and just snatch it out of my hand?”

He shook his head. “They’d hear me coming.”

“And shoot you going. What about dropping a hook down from a hot air balloon?”

“You can’t control those things. They go all over the place. Best thing might be to just pop up out of the bushes with a machine gun, blast everybody, then take off on a motorcycle, like you say.”

“I’ve got a better idea. One that I know would work.”

“Yeah? Lay it on me.”

“Let’s take off our trunks and fool around.”

“I don’t do any fooling around.”

I sighed and said, “Well, hell. Let’s take off your trunks and I’ll do the fooling around.” I was roving my hand across his hard belly, over his muscular thighs, and on that increasingly large bulge in his trunks. “You’ve got a hard-on. You ought to have something done about it.”