BH-3073 The Flesh Mast
The Flesh Mast
Brandon House
(same as DS-186)
BH-3073
$1.75
The Flesh Mast
Brandon House
(same as DS-186)
BH-3073
$1.75
Excerpt
McGon calmed down and started combing his hair, only banging his locker door now and then to ease off his tension. His hair oil smelled spicy, like cloves. When he finished, he inspected his face in the mirror and then turned toward the others. “Well,” he said, “Murph’s lettin’ us down tonight. We’ll be operating under a slight handicap without him, but we’ll do the best we can.” He grinned across the compartment, then down at me on the bed. “Look at this black Irish bastard, will you? Remember how the girls swarmed over him at Mama’s the last time?”
Tarnowski and Collins nodded solemnly.
McGon took hold of my wrist and pulled me to my feet. I’m not overly tall, only five-ten or so, but I’m half a head taller than he is. “Beeg Murfee,” he said, tilting his head up at me and mimicking Mama Maria. “Just lookee here, lads, look at the line of chest hair above his skivvy shirt. That’s what really gets the girls excited. These Oriental women really like hairy men. Last time, one of them cute little gigglers couldn’t keep her hands off of him. Remember? She kept running her hands back and forth across this hair at his neck and down inside his jumper till I got a hard on just from watching.”
McGon tried to demonstrate the action on my chest and I had to back up to escape him.
“And those blue eyes, there’s just nothin’ as sexy as this combination of blue eyes and black hair that Pete here has. Oh, they love to have you love ’em, don’t they, Murph? You’re just loaded with attractions. They squeal like little stuck pigs when you bounce them on your lap.”
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