HIS69-596 Son of a Sucker
Son of a Sucker
HIS69
HIS69-596
Pete R. Trax
$3.95
Son of a Sucker
HIS69
HIS69-596
Pete R. Trax
$3.95
Excerpt
“Don’t let being naked in front of me inhibit you,” Vic replied in an encouraging tone. “Since the body is what dance is all about, clothing is a distraction. Dance for me as you were meant to dance, Leon. No tights. No jock. Just the natural flow of your graceful limbs and torso interpreting the music without the intrusion of fabric and frills.”
There was such command in Vic’s soothing voice, Leon found himself slipping out of his jeans and sweatshirt with no trouble at all. He kicked his tennis shoes off and removed his socks. When he glanced into the mirror again he was stripped to his underpants. He had always thought of himself as skinny, but the instructor had referred to his build as graceful, and that made Leon feel better about himself. The muscles in his arms and legs, though lean, were nicely defined. The trunk of his body had just enough bulk not to be bony.
There was a noticeable protrusion in the cup of his scanty briefs, but Leon doubted he would get a hardon in front of Mr. McKay. So much depended on this audition, and he was too nervous.
Hooking his thumbs into the waistband of his underpants, the nineteen-year-old shoved them down his long legs and dropped them onto the pile of clothes at his feet. He stood there totally bareassed in the center of the large empty studio. He was watching himself in the mirror, sizing up the small trapezoid of dark pubes above his rubbery hang of meat while Vic sized up the naked youth. Leon would have thought that being nude in front of the stranger would have embarrassed him, but instead he felt proud and a little excited.
“Very nice,” Vic gushed, squatting down to press the button on the recorder.
His lusty eyes raked over the boy’s unclothed figure like a horse dealer appraising a young stud on the block.
“Now, dance for me, Leon,” he told the bareassed teenager, “as you’ve never danced before in your life.”
There was magic in the up-tempo jazz piece, just as there was magic in the beauty of Leon’s physique. He spun around the room with his arms extended, leaped like a gazelle and undulated his hips and shoulders in time to the beat.
He made love to the bareassed image in the mirror as he watched his flaccid pecker swing out away from his groin along with his low-hanging testicles.
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