Vintage Pulp and Original Gay Erotica
Excerpt
“Wanna go for a ride, kid?” Spike asked.
“Got a spare helmet.
“C’mon, pal, you worked on it long enough, so you deserve ta give ‘er a test spin.”
Since it was almost quitting time anyway, Bob agreed.
And away they went, over hill and dale, on the back country roads.
And it was summer and the day very hot, stifling in fact, except when the motorcycle was in motion.
“Wanna go skinny-dippin’ in the creek, Bob? Got a towel in the saddlebags.”
“Sure, why not?”
Spike puts down the kickstand beneath the shade of a large willow tree and they remove their helmets.
He whips the towel out of a saddlebag with a flourish.
“As promised,” he says.
And begins at once to strip.
Bob hesitates a moment, then does the same. Quickly, they are naked.
And Spike runs for the creek at once, leaping into the water, a human cannon ball, all curled up, creating a tremendous splash.
And Bob does the same.
So that, now, they are swimming together, naked, in the clear brown waters of the creek.
“Is this the greatest, or what?” Spike asks.
“Absolutely.”
“Come on, let’s see you dive between my legs.”
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