Vintage Pulp and Original Gay Erotica
Foreword
“Here, sniff this, punk,” Wade growled, leaning forward and pushing the brown bottle of poppers beneath Mark’s nose.
The flushed faced teenager inhaled the potent amyl nitrate and it scorched through him like liquid lightning, making his brain sing and his body quiver with erotic heat.
Quickly, Wade pushed the poppers under Ned’s nose, too, and let the fourteen year old kid sniff them. Then, the masked black chicken hawk took the magazine away and flipped open another one. It was a gay porn magazine, showing young boys sucking thick hard manmeat.
Mark and Ned gawked at the lurid pictures, their heads swimming with wild, erotic images, their young healthy bodies aquiver with sensation.
“Look at those fuckin’ punks suckin’ those big dicks,” Wade said huskily. “Yeah, they really like it, don’t they? MMMM, I sure would like havin’ my dick sucked, man. I’m hot for it. Jerk my dick a little, boy.”
He took Ned’s hand and wrapped the adolescent punk’s fingers around the stiff length of his cock. Ned gave a hoarse gasp of shock and delight as he squeezed and moved his fingers up and down the magnificent pole of Wade Towers’ huge horse-cock. Mark reached out and touched the black dude’s cock, too. The brothers were staring at Wade’s gigantic prick with glazed, excited eyes now…
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