HIS69-506 Studlorn Column
Studlorn Column
HIS69
HIS69-506
Ward Michaels
$3.95
Studlorn Column
HIS69
HIS69-506
Ward Michaels
$3.95
Excerpt
I tried to concentrate on what he was saying, but I was having a problem. My cock was at full tilt, and I felt as though I were about to cream. What had begun as a slight twitch of passionate response had hardened to full length under the influence of Carl’s expert massage. There was no point in my trying to pretend it was not happening. There was nothing I could do to control my lewdly swelling crotch.
“You could spend more time with me if you decided to write that column we were talking about,” Carl finished.
“You’re always selling, just like the Yellow Pages,” I quipped.
“So?” he said with an indifferent shrug of his shoulders. “Selling’s what got me where I am today. It pays the rent on this place. A guy’s gotta eat.”
I chuckled. “You’ll get no quarrel from me on that score.”
He gave my cock a playful squeeze, and it responded instantly, now at full, aching erection. “Think about writing that column, Dan. You’ll be terrific at it.”
“I don’t know,” I whispered as I reached down and took his penis in hand, stroking it casually through the fabric of his jeans, just the way he was doing to me. I thrilled to the power of that classically proportioned organ, never growing immune to the effects of its profoundly stirring beauty.
“Stroking your prick,” Carl told me in a low whisper as he moved his hand slowly up and down, sliding his fingertips over the rough fabric of my jeans, “is one of my favorite things to do in the entire world.”
“I bet you say that to all the guys,” I replied coquettishly.
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