GE-169 Greeked

FOREWORD

Norman had a beautiful cock, and he knew it. He flaunted it for Selton whenever he got the chance. He strutted naked around his room searching for a bar of soap, or shampoo, or a scrub brush, for the shower. And his cock flapped like a big, thick piece of meat between his legs, emphasis on BIG. It looked like a man’s cock. Selton had a boy’s cock, and he yearned for a man’s cock. Not just to suck, but to have. He wanted to take Norman’s cock and transplant it to his thighs. Norman’s cock was brown, and it was thick and long, and it was implanted in a garden of curly black hair, and it was uncircumcised. Every time Selton looked at it he wanted to scream.

“You going to kill me now, baby?” Selton said.

Bartlett’s face drained of color, and his eyes slid down Selton’s frame, from his pectorals to his belly to his crotch to his knees to the floor.

“Or do you love me too much?”

And Bartlett said, “I’m going to beat the living shit out of you.”

Selton dropped to the floor.

He said, “I want you to.”

He crouched on the mat like a dog. His shins and his knees touched the mat, and the palms of his hands spread out in front of him.

“I want you to beat the living shit out of me, Bartlett,” Selton whispered.

Bartlett got down.

He crouched like Selton, reaching an outspread palm to tap at Selton’s nearest thumb, and their hips grazed together.

“Christ,” Selton said. “A fellow could fall in love.”