Vintage Pulp and Original Gay Erotica
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Adam’s Gay Readers
AGR-182
Carl Creamum
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Shop Meat
Adam’s Gay Readers
AGR-182
Carl Creamum
$3.95
Excerpt
When the redhead walked back to his own machine and glanced at Bruce’s, he saw his buddy’s oil can shoved behind one of the legs. “That lying little sneak,” he mumbled with a snicker. He knew what Bruce was up to. All of the cock-suckers on the second shift were dying to get into Spike’s pants.
“You like jockstraps better than underpants?” Bruce asked as he walked along side of Spike.
“Yeah, I guess so,” Spike answered absently. “I never thought about. I’ve always worn one.”
“It’s real sexy,” the blond commented, reaching over and sliding his palm across one of the hairy cheeks. “I like the way the legbands frame your bare buns.”
“Listen, you shit-hole eater!” Spike growled, stopping abruptly and facing the blond. “I don’t hold with that fag crap, you hear? What you and those other cock-suckers do among yourselves is your business. Just leave me out of it!”
Bruce was hardly intimidated. He sneered and lowered his gaze to the Spike’s bloated jock. The man’s huge pecker was as inflexible as it had been before, the swollen knob peeking out over the edge of the low-slung waistband. The adjustor’s sinewy torso, as well as his muscular limbs, was gleaming with sweat; and each wiry pube seemed to be cradling a shiny bead of perspiration.
“My eating out your asshole was fag crap, and look what that did to your dick. You must have gotten something out of having my tongue up your ass. Your cock’s as stiff as mine.”
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