HIS69-533 Notell Motel I

Excerpt

“Have I excited you?” Ken asked as he casually ran a hot thumb along George’s expanded cock tube. He’d never groped the guy before. The dick seemed to hold a lot of promise.

The man’s smell had set George’s head whirling. The rough woven jock mesh caught in his mustache hair as it poked through the tights. The deep cup nearly covered his whole face.

When Ken pulled the jock away from his nose, George attempted to snatch it back again. The rip cock odor was better than nothing.

“Wouldn’t you rather have the real thing,” the night clerk asked, guiding the afternoon clerk’s trembling hand to his waist. He hadn’t put on his shirt or doublet yet. His broad chest was a forest of black hair.

Ken grazed the hand across his chest, touched the scrabbling fingers to his tits until they were hard, scraped the active hand down his stomach to just the top of the band on his tights. There he stopped and let the hand calm down a little before he led it further astray to the depths of his jock.

He pulled the top of the tights and the band on the jock forward, looked down to see his familiar cock bunched up and waiting.