GW-119 Christopher’s Phallusies

INTRODUCTION

Here we have another fantastic episode in the life of our fabulous television star, Chris Ford. This time he invades Ventura with its unbelievably handsome surfers and almost gets sucked under by that deadly ninth wave.

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Mike sat down next to Chris and handed him a full glass. Clinking the glasses together, Mike said, “Here’s to one of the nicest New Year’s Eves I’ve ever spent!”

“Me, too,” Chris replied, and sitting up, took Mike’s flaccid prick and dipped the head of it in his champagne. Mike gave a start, then relaxed and grinned as Chris said, “The best swizzle stick I’ve ever had!” He leaned over and licked Mike’s champagne-drenched crest as Mike settled back into the soft couch with a moan.

He said, “I’m ready again, Chris. Are you?” He reached for Chris’ prick which was now soaring majestically. “Yesh—I guess you are!” He bent over and touched Chris’ taut, satiny crown with the tip of his tongue. Looking up, he said, “My first time, baby—and I’m not even scared.” He clumsily kissed up and down the fantastic shaft, then took the pulsating crest between his lips and let it slide into his mouth. He let it lay there for a few moments, then slipped it out and said softly, “Hell—that isn’t bad at all—in fact, I like it! Chris—baby—can we sixty-nine?”