101-01 Route 69
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101 Enterprises
101-01
Carl Coolen
$1.25
Route 69
101 Enterprises
101-01
Carl Coolen
$1.25
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Jeff was talking excitedly; partially because he was watching the way Sandy bent down, his spinal column outlined against the back of the T-shirt which hiked out of the belt, revealing the promise of a divided gorge at the bottom of his back.
He was also excited because young Sandy was removing his shoes and socks, then hooking his fingers into the tight, form-fitting cadet pants.
In a matter of moments, these would be pulled down.
Sandy usually wore a jock strap. Otherwise, he would be naked.
Jeff’s ears burned with a reflex response. He always felt this way in the presence of nude or partially nude males. It embarrassed him. It even hurt him to think he was odd. ODD? It was a strong word that hurt like the quirt tip of a whiplash.
“I’ll give you my uniform,” repeated Jeff.
Sandy paused. His sharp blue eyes went up and down Jeff’s spare frame. His eyes paused at Jeff’s crotch. His tongue darted out to go over his pink lips. Sandy feinted a grab and Jeff instinctively darted back, slamming against the locker.
The room echoed with the sounds.
Sandy laughed. His eyes still focused on the bulge of Jeff’s crotch, almost outlining the promise of the treasure that lay beneath. “Fooled you, eh?”
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