Vintage Pulp and Original Gay Erotica
Excerpt
“Let go of me!” Gerald grunted. He felt his cheeks burning with a fiery red blush again as he pushed at the other guy’s hand to make him release his cock.
“I just wanted to see if we’re the same down there, too,” Steve laughed. His hot eyes moved slowly and appreciatively down Gerald’s wet body. “Jesus,” he muttered, as his tongue ran quickly around the outside of his mouth. “You look like you’ve got a problem, buddy! A big problem!”
Gerald felt dizzy with embarrassment. There was no denying the surge of raw sexual excitement that had shot through him when Steve had so unexpectedly grabbed his dick! The proof of his arousal was pointing almost straight up from between his legs! Instantly, he’d sprung a full, aching hard-on!
“Yeah?” he retorted defensively. “Well, so what? So do you!”
It was true. Steve’s prick was developing an awesome thickness and rigidity, as it arced up and away from his groin.
“I know,” the quarterback said softly and insinuatingly. “And you’re responsible for it!”
Thoroughly confused now, Gerald decided to make a joke of the entire episode. “Don’t start acting like some kind of a fucking pervert, man,” he laughed nervously, as he turned off the shower and grabbed his towel.
He was relieved when Steve seemed to change the subject: “How about it? What Mark suggested, I mean?” Steve asked matter-of-factly. “You want to try working out together, or not?”
Gerald shrugged. “Sure. Why not?” He was drying himself off as rapidly as he could. He still felt agitated. His heart was pounding away furiously inside his chest, and his cock was still half-erect. To disguise his hard-on, he wrapped his damp towel around his waist.
Steve was still lingering under the shower nozzle, rinsing himself lazily off. “You in the phone book, Gerald?”
“Yeah—“
“Good, I’ll give you a call and we can set up some kind of a workout schedule.”
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