M-60129 Jeff’s Trade

Excerpt

“Do you like to eat early or late?”

“Either,” I answered honestly. If he had meant cock, then my answer meant that both early and late sounded good. Though I wasn’t a swish, I was a hungry cocksucker. I was also a pretty easy lay for that matter.

“I just don’t want you to go and get drunk on me,” Chuck joked.

“Then just make sure you step out of the way when I start to fall,” I joked.

“I’ll do that.” He grinned happily at my snappy reply. “I might get crushed.”

“You look strong enough to take it,” I said as he drew near and then walked by me to his stereo. As he passed by I let my glance fall to his hips and then his ass. “What’s your taste?”

I knew he meant my preference in music, but I hated letting all his choice lines go by. I told him I preferred soft jazz and blues.

“Now we can relax,” Chuck said as he gave my lower thigh a pat and sat down beside me. He had put on an early Miles Davis album.

My brow was moist from the excitement that filled me. As he had leaned over to select albums, his jutting mounds had really moved me. I was anything but relaxed as his crotch was planted right there beside me. I wasn’t hard yet, but I was hot.

We ended up sitting there through one drink, and then through a second. All the while we chatted I took casual peeks at the growth along his thigh. He neither folded his hands across his lap nor crossed legs to hide his crotch. If anything, he made the show all the more blatant by spreading his thighs more fully. This drew his pants even tighter.

“Ready for the tour now?” Chuck asked as he moved to the bar to make our third drink.

“Ready,” I said as I rose to my feet and felt just a little unbalanced from the first two strong drinks.