BAB-113 Man Power
Man Power
Bathhouse Books
BAB-113
Barry Waverly
$2.50
Man Power
Bathhouse Books
BAB-113
Barry Waverly
$2.50
Excerpt
“Viens, the bath is this way,” he said. He led Alan down a corridor where a Japanesestyled sunken tub was waiting. The boy said his name was Suliman, “or Suli for short.”
“Reviens, vite,” he told Alan that he would be waiting for him back at his room.
Alan found himself in an elaborately tiled bath, two muscular Eurasians waiting to undress him.
After a hot steam bath, he was bathed and massaged by a strongly built Malayan.
About two hours later, Alan was led back to his room by the Vietnamese girl who first served him. As they passed the door where Jacques was placed, he paused to listen. He heard a girl’s muffled screams, and the cries of pain or ecstasy of several other persons excited his imagination, and, immediately aroused him.
He knew his prick was mounting to a full hard on.
He asked the Vietnamese girl beside him, “What is happening? Who is in there?” making her stop momentarily.
“Non, non monsieur,” she wagged her finger. “It is not possible to disturb the guests.”
She took his hand. “Come, I’ll show you to your room.” Alan reluctantly followed her.
Suli had washed and perfumed himself and was wearing his little loincloth again. Discarding his robe, Alan stretched out naked beside him. The youth offered the American another silver goblet of the same erotic nectar they had drunk earlier. Being thirsty, and less cautious, he gulped down half the goblet and felt an immediate effect as the liqueur burned down to his entrails and the warm afterglow electrified his body. Suli was kissing and nibbling his erect nipples. With his swiftly darting tongue he moved down Alan’s body and began playing with his big, tight hard on, playfully sucking Alan’s balls and licking his ass. He masterfully touched each erogenous zone of his inner thighs, even reaching to pinch his nipples while he sucked the big head of Alan’s hot prick. Aching to go again, Alan pulled the boy down beside him.
“Okay, baby,” he laughed softly, “you’re asking for it!”
“No, no. This way,” Suli insisted, begging to remain on his stomach.
Alan, sitting on the hard-muscled young buttocks, began again the oil routine. He loved the velvet texture of their oiled bodies rubbing together, so he applied palmsful of warm oil on the young boy’s back and behind, then rubbed more oil on his own muscular abdomen and greased his throbbing penis, placing it on Suli’s ass.
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