HS-110 The Denim Boys
The Denim Boys
Hardboy Series
HS-110
Jake Rider
(HS-1010)
$2.25
INTRODUCTION
When he moved onto the block, the boy couldn’t help but notice the handsome studs in denim all around. Hanging out in groups of two or three along the street. When he saw them glancing back, his large crotch stirred excitedly. But not nearly so much as when he, quite by accident, came upon several members of the gang. Behind a parked truck teaching some punk renegades to show a little more respect for the organs of men who like men.
FOREWORD
Miguel was well-hung and humpy, a mean threat to anyone who stepped across his path and dared to try to keep him from going wherever the fuck he damn well pleased. He had taken care of himself back in San Juan and El Barrio, and he would sure as shit take care of himself here, in this peculiar new neighborhood where the turf seemed so loosely defined among the many fascinatingly different types of people he saw rubbing shoulders on the crowded streets.
Everywhere Miguel looked, he saw another tight little ass or bulging crotch that turned him on. He was shocked at himself, giving heavy cruises to the young blonds and redheads and boys with light brown hair—most of whom gave a kind of little wink and laugh as they walked on down the street. There was an atmosphere of freedom everywhere—the air seemed to simmer with hints of sexual exploits and combinations the likes of which Miguel could only imagine.
Then suddenly a sharp commotion shattered the sexy/drowsy early evening air—and Miguel knew immediately that his new paradise was not without it dangers and its threats.
But as he followed the tall and rough-looking Indian boy with the brass knuckles into the alley, Miguel suddenly realized that there were dudes around who could take care of any trouble as well as taking care of each other.
The boys were all young, from twelve to sixteen, and they dressed alike, in worn levi’s and denim jackets, studded in various curious designs, over tight white T-shirts, no underwear and scuffed brown boots. Miguel was soon to know them as the Denim Dudes, and the studs were only too happy to welcome the well-built young Puerto Rican into their number, with a rough and ready embrace that let Miguel know he belonged, somewhere, at last.
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