HIS69-492 The Hot Young Hunk Book 1
The Hot Young Hunk Book 1
HIS69
HIS69-492
David Chaney
$3.95
The Hot Young Hunk Book 1
HIS69
HIS69-492
David Chaney
$3.95
Excerpt
“We’ll see, we’ll see… but first we’ve got to get to Vegas… let’s get a fuckin’ move on, pal, you’re drivin’ and I’m gonna sit on my fat ass for a hundred miles or so.”
Dake’s ass was anything but fat, in fact Tony’s mouth had been watering ever since he first laid eyes on the blossoming, finely sculptured buck.
“Hope this sucker’s easier to navigate than it looks like,” said Tony as the stud slapped him on the shoulder and they turned toward the cockpit-like cab.
“Piece-o-cake, kid, this baby does everything but the steering, all you have to do is sit On your ass and watch the world go by. C’mon pal, I’ll show ya everything you’ll need to know.”
Tony sat down in the over-stuffed Armchair behind the wheel and stared amazed at the vast array of gauges and switches laid out before him.
“You sure this bastard’s easy?” asked wide-eyed Tony.
“Your little brother’s moped’s more complex; go ahead, fire it up?!”
Tony hit the key and the huge engine roared into action.
“Put it in drive now and slowly step on the gas; when you get it up to fifty or fiftyfive, press that little button and take your foot off the pedal. If you wanna slow down just step on the brake. Other than that, this fucker will drive itself. Just kick back and steer your ass off.”
The lumbersome vehicle glided off the shoulder with a rolling bounce and soon Tony was picking up speed as he hugged the center line. The torrential downpour had slowed to a drizzly sprinkle. The cool, moist breeze blowing in through the open windows felt remarkably refreshing.
“This fucker’s fantastic!” exclaimed Tony.
“Finally gettin’ the hang of it, huh?”
“What did you do, win this fucker in a poker game?”
“Now you’re catchin’ on, kid. Found me a rich sucker with a lousy hand and no talent for cards,” chuckled Dake. “Now it’s your turn… what’s your story, man?”
Tony gave the sandy-haired stud the run-down on his recent history, his Tulsa adventures included, and finished up under the overpass. It wasn’t a happy story so he didn’t dwell on the gory details.
“Sounds like you’ve had yourself quite a time,” Dake concluded. “Sounds to me like you just need to be pointed in the right direction… what do ya say about stickin’ around for a while?” he asked. “Maybe I CAN teach you a thing or two.”
The sun-bronze hunk uncrossed his legs from the dash and turned in his chair facing the boy. Cautiously he extended an inquisitive hand and began gently squeezing the obvious bulge in the kids’ crotch.
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