HIS69-505 Freshman on the Floor
Freshman on the Floor
HIS69
HIS69-505
Mark Andrews
$3.95
Freshman on the Floor
HIS69
HIS69-505
Mark Andrews
$3.95
Excerpt:
Not an awesome weapon, but a desirable piece of meat. Circumcised, apparently.
He had no prejudices either way. Very stiff… as if the kid hadn’t had any sex in a long time. The RA fingered the cap and wiped a thumb across the slit. The thumb came away just barely moist.
Don managed to free his hands from the pajama neckline. He untied the black belt and managed the fly opening in the same gesture.
No buttons, no zippers, no tabs… just soft flannel and what underneath? He tried to remember what he’d seen in the shower.
He remembered that the cock was heavy but not much else.
Like a curious mouse shoving its nose in where it might have been wanted, Don dug between the flaps. What he touched was thick all right… and expanding every second.
He got his thumb and finger around the tube, barely. The cock filled up in his squeezing hand. The filling took a long time… there was so much to pump up.
The Freshman backed up slowly as they continued their fiery kiss. The back of his legs touched the leather sofa; he felt himself being lowered onto it.
Neither man wanted to break cock-to-hand contact. Don had to, because instead of Pete covering his body, the theatre major knelt beside the couch instead.
The boy’s cock felt so good that Pete hated to take his hands out of the underwear, but he had to expose the cock so he could get at the teenager. Pushing away the pants and underwear, which seemed faintly red in the dim light, the Senior exposed Don’s whole lower body.
Eyes finally adjusted to the dim light, Pete could make out the slim legs, hard stomach and the object of his desire. Cute. If cocks could be cute, Don’s fit the description. Opening his mouth and lowering his head, the RA prepared to suck the dick into his mouth.
The prick smelled so boyish and eager that the Senior drooled, several wet drops splashing onto the black leather of the sofa cushions. He sniffed as he approached the meat. An overpowering longing seemed to draw his nose forward.
Don too longed to eat the cock. Lips… warm lips. Lips sinking over his dickhead.
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