JS-153 Hard Driving Men

FOREWORD

The mechanic looked up from the engine and, wrench in hand, stared at the hunk in the racing suit. “Hey,” Sweeney said. “Ain’t you Surrey Docks? Ain’t ou the favorite to win the Grand Priz?”

Surrey smiled proudly.

“I sure as hell am,” he grunted in his deep voice.

Sweeney checked the guy out.

What a fine specimen of manhood!

Bulging pecs, firm thighs…

And an impressive bulge between his legs!

Sweeney felt his cock twitch with anticipation.

“Looks like you haul quite a load between those meaty legs of yours, guy,” he grunted.

Surrey smiled with more pride than before.

“Ten thick inches of cockflesh,” he announced, patting his crotch.

Sweeney ran a moist tongue over his lips.

“You wouldn’t mind giving me a look at that jumbo dong, would you?” the mechanic asked.

His heart raced as he waited for the reply.

Surrey’s eyes shot over the mechanic’s body.

Sleazy, dark and greasy.

Just how he liked his men.

“Sure I would,” he said. “On one condition.”

“What’s that?”

“That you wrap your lips around my monster dick and slurp me until I shoot down your throat.”

Sweeney hooted with delight and threw his wrench to the garage floor…