Vintage Pulp and Original Gay Erotica
Introduction
“Butch, I’m married,” Dave said, trying to keep his gaze on the young auditor’s face, trying not to let it wander down.
“I know, Dave, I know; but it doesn’t matter. I still love you,” Butch whispered, reaching his hand out, his eyes fixed upon Dave’s, noticing the shade of color rushing into the young man’s face.
“Tell you what.” Self-consciously, Dave took the proffered hand. “Why don’t we go and have a couple of beers and have a blast? I know a dilly of a joint down the road a ways, and then—”
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Introduction
“Butch, I’m married,” Dave said, trying to keep his gaze on the young auditor’s face, trying not to let it wander down.
“I know, Dave, I know; but it doesn’t matter. I still love you,” Butch whispered, reaching his hand out, his eyes fixed upon Dave’s, noticing the shade of color rushing into the young man’s face.
“Tell you what.” Self-consciously, Dave took the proffered hand. “Why don’t we go and have a couple of beers and have a blast? I know a dilly of a joint down the road a ways, and then—”
$1.25
Introduction
“Butch, I’m married,” Dave said, trying to keep his gaze on the young auditor’s face, trying not to let it wander down.
“I know, Dave, I know; but it doesn’t matter. I still love you,” Butch whispered, reaching his hand out, his eyes fixed upon Dave’s, noticing the shade of color rushing into the young man’s face.
“Tell you what.” Self-consciously, Dave took the proffered hand. “Why don’t we go and have a couple of beers and have a blast? I know a dilly of a joint down the road a ways, and then—”
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