Vintage Pulp and Original Gay Erotica
INTRODUCTION
You don’t always know what you want, do you?” he murmured.
“I want you.”
“You didn’t earlier.”
I started to protest, but he laid a finger on my lips. “It’s my turn,” he whispered. “You had your chance.” He unbuttoned my shirt and peeled it back off my shoulders, imprisoning my arms behind me. He tied my hands together with the shirttail.
With both hands, he pulled my pants down to my ankles, stood up, smiled. His eyes now looked black, deep, compelling. I felt like a child standing there naked, my feet tangled in my trousers. The smile I attempted never made it to my lips.
“Kneel down and watch.”
I did.
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