Leather Tool

Foreword

David had spent the better part of his young life in search of that special “something” to give his life some meaning.

He thought he had found it when he saw that huge, muscular man—Bruno was his name—smoking a cigarette and handling the huge bulge in his crotch on the front steps of a Gothic-type building in the West Fifties.

Bruno saw and recognized David’s obvious interest and exposed his manhood, which looked so much like a leather tool, for David’s benefit.

When Bruno invited David in for a taste of what that leather tool could do, David inexplicably knew that he wouldn’t have to search any further.