FIN-123 Buddy, Give Me Head
Buddy, Give Me Head
Finland Books
(same as HMR-103)
FIN-123
$3.95
Buddy, Give Me Head
Finland Books
(same as HMR-103)
FIN-123
$3.95
Excerpt
He strode forward rather awkwardly to where Matthew was posing, and reaching out, sliding his big, calloused fingers over the young man’s bulging biceps and slowly down to the beefy mounds of his pecs, cupping them and squeezing them.
“Real good definition,” Bruno muttered hoarsely, his thumbs scraping over the rubbery rivets of Matthew’s nipples, making them quiver and sprout with erotic heat.
“MMMM, sir, that sure feels good!” Matthew murmured, flexing his beefy tits against the brawny steel worker’s kneading fingers.
“Yeah?” Bruno rasped hoarsely, snapping his forefingers and thumbs around the muscle-boy’s nipples. “You like me playin’ with your big, beefy tits, buddy?”
“Oh, yeah! Gets me hot, man!” Matthew moaned huskily, running the tip of his tongue over his lips.
“You got a pretty strong body yourself, sir! You’re a steel worker, huh?”
Bruno grunted, letting his arms drop, looking at Matthew a little suspiciously.
“Yeah! A steel worker, right! And I’m proud of it, kid! I’m a hard-workin’ American man, and I use my hands to make an honest American living! I ain’t ashamed of it! Hell, no! I’m proud of it! I ain’t one of your sissified city slickers! No sir! I’m a man! A real man! A macho man!” Bruno said rather defensively.
“I’ll say!” Matthew murmured, his cobalt blue eyes flickering with blatant admiration as he looked the steel worker boldly up and down.
Matthew reached out, cupping his hands around the meaty, hairy globes of Petersen’s pecs, feeling them bulge like solid chunks of iron beneath his slick, furry flesh.
He could smell Petersen’s musky man-odor; it drifted into the young jock’s nostrils like some exotic perfume, making his dick twitch in his blue jeans.
“You a fag, boy?” Bruno croaked hoarsely, his heart pounding in his chest like a sledge-hammer.
“You a hot fuckin’ cocksucker?”
Matthew smiled and said huskily, “I like pussy, sir. But I like cock a whole lot better!”
“Hell, maybe I’m drunk or nuts or somethin’, but you’re a beautiful motherfucker!” Bruno muttered hoarsely, bending down and crushing his mouth against Matthew’s, kissing him hard.
Matthew slid one arm around Bruno’s thick-set body, sucking at the steel worker’s long, hungry tongue, and ran his other hand down between the big dude’s legs, groping the crotch of his Bermuda shorts.
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