JUG-122 Chicago River Cruisin’
Chicago River Cruisin
Just Us Guys
JUG-122
Ed Kroch
$3.95
Excerpt
The restaurant in the Wrigley building is justly famous for its lunches. I was stuffed. We sat at a table for two while Mario quizzed me about my plans and made google eyes at me. He was a good looking guy. Italian, with hooded eyes, broad chest, and muscular legs. He had worn casual clothes for his outing.
We went back to his office. He ran some kind of an import company. Maybe he was Mafia, I don’t know. But he was sure insistent. “I like you Danny. You’re a good looking young man. Maybe I can do something to help that college fund out.” He was leaning against this desk, basket pressed into the edge and overflowing onto the blotter. “I like young guys like you.”
“You’re pretty nice, yourself, Mr. Vitano.”
“Mario, please.”
“Well, you are, Mario.”
“Show me how much you like me Danny. Show my physically.” As his spoke, his hands which were framing his basket moved off the edge of the desk; he pressed harder into the dark wood.
I patted his arm in a friendly way as I leaned across the desk.
“Oh, I was thinking of something more friendly than that.” I was at the side of his desk as Mario reached up and gave my basket a pat.
I guess I knew this approach was coming. I looked at his clock. I had forty-five minutes before I had to be back on board. I closed my eyes and let him stroke my cock. I could feel it jerking up in my shorts as his fingers massaged it. “You like that don’t you. I can tell. You close your eyes and lean your head back, like a dog does when he scratches his fleas.”
“I don’t have any crotch rabbits,” I said.
“I didn’t imply that. You sure have a nice piece of meat tucked away in your whites. Very nice. Do you want me to do some more with it?”
“Sure. I’m up for it.”
We both laughed as Mario stroked down my tube to my nuts, which he cradled in his warm palm.
I heard a zipper whir. When my eyes popped open, Mario was standing there, his fingers reaching into his shorts to take out his cock. It had shot up to his belt line.
“Let me do that, Mario.”
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