HIS69-509 The Young Coach
The Young Coach
HIS69
HIS69-509
Mark Andrews
$3.95
Excerpt
The road made an approach unnecessary. Rusty was checking out the loose folds of the pants where they draped over Derek’s apparently jockless meat. The crotch looked as mysterious and interesting as the man himself.
Both were crotch-cruising at the same moment. Rusty’s trim athletic body was more than interesting to Derek, it was a positive temptation. They both saw the light go from yellow to red at the same time.
Rusty had buckled up as usual; he hit the brake at the same time as he spread his palm over Derek’s chest. They rocked to a stop and the driver’s hand slid as a kind of backlash down the broad chest and tight stomach of his passenger. He ended up in the man’s lap, fingers touching the prick he’d been cruising.
Neither man said anything. Rusty groped the man, feeling the cock expand inside the folds of the fabric. The white drawstring, frayed ends knotted, was just above his fingers. He pulled the string with thumb and finger while his other fingers played with the dick.
Without asking permission, he pushed a hand down the ribbed waistband and into a forest of crinkly hair, black he supposed. The man wore no underwear, but with that bush, he didn’t need any further protection against the cold.
The crotch wasn’t cold…it practically burned Rusty’s fingers; he allowed his hand time to explore its depths. First the taut stomach, more hair…and yes…a rugged cock fast filling up.
“Your place or mine,” Derek said, pushing his hairy-fingered hand into Rusty’s basket in compensation.
The light changed, Rusty moved across the intersection and turned down the next side street. They were on the edge of town. The very thought of making it with this guy had put him on the bone too. He didn’t want to waste time going someplace. Now was the propitious moment. The car had to be the place.
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