BB-104 Heart-Breaker Stud

Excerpt

“Yeah, that’s a nice-lookin’ pecker you got there, buddy!” Max muttered, licking his lips. “Pump it, man! Let’s jerk our dicks together!” Whit shuddered as he squeezed his fingers around his big dick. If he hadn’t been so drunk, he probably would have shot his load right then and there. He pumped his fist up and down the twitching column of his dick, staring greedily at Maxwell’s crotch, highly aware of the proximity of the brawny stud’s body to his own. He could feel Max’s arm, his side and his leg pressing against his own body. An electric charge seemed to pass between the two jock buddies at every point that they touched.

Max let go of his cock and it twitched mightily in the air like a flag-pole in a breeze. He lifted his hand and spat into it. He rubbed the warm saliva over his cock and grunted as he pumped it.

“Hell, I’m horny!” he drawled, looking at Whit purposefully. “Hey, buddy, why don’t you give me a hand-job? Feels better when a guy’s dick gets pumped by somebody else’s hand!”

“S-Sure, Max!” Whit gasped, trying not to sound too eager.

He reached out, almost moaning with pleasure as his fingers closed around the huge and heavy log of man-meat which sprouted from between the football player’s muscular legs.

It was so thick that Whit’s fingers barely made it around the circumference of the cock. He felt it pulsate against his warm palm and he squeezed it, sliding his fingers up and down the spit-lubricated fuck-pole.

Max groaned and shifted closer to the blond guy, hunching up and down with his hips.

“Awwww, man, that feels fine! Stroke it, buddy! Stroke that big fuckin’ dick!” Max growled. “Yeah, that feels as good as a pussy! Lemme feel your dick too, buddy.”

Max let his hand slide up the inside of Whit’s leg. Whit gasped as the big guy’s thick, calloused fingers closed around his upright, throbbing dick-pole. Max squeezed the boy’s cock. He grunted in satisfaction, stroking on it. It stiffened and filled out even more as he stroked on it.

Max said huskily, “You like pumpin’ on my dick, don’t you, Whit?”

Whit gulped and nodded his head rapidly, his heart pounding crazily, his whole body trembling as he squeezed and jerked on that huge, sweaty man-dick.