Vintage Pulp and Original Gay Erotica
Excerpt:
Craig thought it odd that he’d put on his socks before his shorts, but didn’t make any comment. After all, this gave him more time to admire the teenager’s taut body. His cock was somewhat softer than before but it didn’t seem to have lost any of its massive size. It lay comfortably between his thick thighs as if it would be ready to respond to the slightest provocation.
“She won’t have to worry about getting laid tonight, will she?”
“Are you crazy?” Vincent laughed, pulling on his shorts. Craig was disappointed to have his magnificent cock again hidden from view. “You just got me warmed up for the main event. I’ll probably fuck her ears off thinking about the blow job you gave me.”
“What if she won’t let you have it?” Craig asked, watching the boy zip up his coveralls, covering his taut stomach and hiding the bulging muscles of his chest.
“She likes it as much as I do. The only reason she wouldn’t is if she’s wearing the rag.”
“Then what?”
“Then I’ll come back and drink the rest of your beer, you old cocksucker,” the youngster laughed as he tied his shoes. “How’s that sound?”
“Like a dream come true,” the still horny older man said, meaning every word.
The two of them went to the front door and shook hands. As the boy left, Craig watched his sexy, panther-like walk down the sidewalk and silently prayed that he’d return, knowing that it was highly unlikely.
Craig spent some restless moments that night, not being able to sleep for thinking about what he’d done and disappointed because the boy didn’t come back for a second helping. Had the Vincent wanted to, he could easily have beaten Craig to a pulp. What if he got to thinking about it, decided what Craig had done to him was all wrong, and returned and beat him up? Worse yet, what if the boy was a minor and reported their little escapade to the police?
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