Vintage Pulp and Original Gay Erotica
FOREWORD
Lying naked over the hood of the car, Joey winced as he felt the first touch of Stan’s cock at the puckered opening of his hot, young asshole.
“I…I’m not sure about this,” he whispered nervously, his muscles tightening instinctively as the thick, red prick-head rubbed more insistently against the small opening.
“Relax, Joey, that’s my boy,” Stan assured him. “Here, let me make it a little bit easier.”
Joey moaned, not caring if the boss could hear the two hot studs, as Stan’s wet tongue ran silkily down the deep, musky crack of his ass. The wet probe stopped only once, to push impudently into the ring of Joey’s ass.
Joey tightened the grip he had on the rearview mirror, pushing down with his feet on the fender to raise his ass closer to that piercing tongue.
“Okay,” he groaned to the older man. “Come on and fuck me. Fuck me good!”
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