Vintage Pulp and Original Gay Erotica
Is Shawn Gay
Just Us Guys
JUG-103
Chris Carver
$3.95
Excerpt
“Now that didn’t hurt, did it?” Ron asked, smiling as he wrapped his hand around Bruce’s steel-hard meat.
“I suppose not,” Bruce replied halfheartedly, raising his hips slowly, beginning to fuck the soft hand firmly grasping his cock.
Deciding he’d teased the young buck enough, Ron lowered his lips to the eagerly and impatiently awaiting teenage sex organ. He began flicking his tongue over the spongy, salty-tasting cock head. He kissed the pee-slit gently. Bruce moaned softly and tried to shove his cock into the soft mouth. The young gay, fearful that his new friend was so sexually aroused he might cum at any minute, lowered his head further.
Slowly slipping his clinging lips down the velvety shaft, Ron let his tongue flick back and forth across the bulging vein running up the bottom side. He could feel the blood pounding in it with every heartbeat as if keeping time with his slow movements up and down the hard meat. He couldn’t help but think what a magnificent piece of meat was now invading his mouth, and was sorry he hadn’t made smart-ass remarks to this stud before.
“Oh fuck, Ron. That feels so good. It’s like heaven when you move your tongue back and forth across my cock. Suck it harder, I think you’re about to make me cum.”
The young blond loved to hear the stud finally beginning to call a spade a spade and sped up his loving journey on the delicious meat.
He rubbed one hand slowly over the stud’s smooth ass cheeks. Grasping the youngster’s plum-shaped balls in the other hand, he gently rolled them between his fingers.
Faster and faster he took the hard cock, almost slipping his mouth off its bulging heart-shaped head, then back down the hard shaft until it was buried deep in his grasping throat. With his nose buried firmly in Bruce’s soft, curly pubic hair, he inhaled the intoxicating odor of clean teenage flesh.
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