HIS69-514 Hot Dean, Hung Hunk
Hot Dean, Hung Hunk
HIS69
HIS69-514
Jay Michael
$3.95
Excerpt
Charlie looks down from the typewriter to a soft mound in the gray folds of his sweats. Except for the sweats, he’s naked; no shoes, no socks no T-shirt; just jockstrap and sweats. And sweat, streaking his tanned chest and running down the sides of his ribcage.
He sighs, breathes deeply, inhaling the wonderful smell of his own man scent, the smell of sweat after a long run. That’s where Charlie’s been. Unable to sleep in the hot little motel room, he got up at 5 a.m. and ran down the empty highway as far as the cornfields grew and then some, over the narrow bridge and a humid little river, through a forest so green and wet it looked like it would swallow him up. And then more corn, and more and more until Charlie turned back, through the forest, over the bridge where he could smell the mud of the river bottom and back to the hot little motel room.
He likes the way he smells after a run; he’s always liked it even when he first started jogging, back last year in an attempt to shake off depression. He’d done it; lots of runs, lots of sweat. All of it with his friend Jamie who is the only one to understand what he’s got himself into now… so, why not write him a letter? No one else to talk to around here, Charlie mutters. So here he is, sweating at the typewriter, his legs spread open and his hand—involuntarily, Jamie I swear to God—his hand caressing that mound in his pants.
I guess I’m gonna do it again, Charlie says to himself and, glancing at the typewriter, to Jamie. It must have been dawn this morning because he could see a little light around the edges of the cheap drapes; dawn when he jacked off, letting the hot cum fall on his belly, then finally getting up, throwing on a jock and his sweats and sailing out on the highway.
That was only an hour ago. At this rate, he’d run his dick ragged by noon.
Well, what the hell. Something, someone comes up, it’ll get hard again, always does, as hard as any rod he’d ever sucked. Let ‘er rip.
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