M-60173 The Colonel’s Boy
The Colonel’s Boy
M-60173
Midwood
Jay Greene
$1.95
The Colonel’s Boy
M-60173
Midwood
Jay Greene
$1.95
Excerpt
“You haven’t shown me the bedroom yet,” Tom said with a sly smile. “How do I know I’ll want to take the place?”
“Oh!” Erik laughed. “Well, then! Let me show it to you! We aim to please all our customers!” He started to turn away, but he’d gone no more than a foot before Tom caught him by the arm and pulled him back. His lips crushed brutally against Erik’s, his tongue driving far, far into his mouth. He held him tightly, both arms wrapped around his waist, his cock solidly throbbing through his pants as he pressed it against Erik’s belly.
“God, I missed you!” he whispered. His mouth moved slowly over Erik’s face, kissing his cheeks, his nose, his eyes, then back to his lips.
“No more than I missed you,” Erik groaned.
They kissed a third time, more gently at first than they had before, but as their passion mounted the kiss became more intense, their tongues tangling together and their breath hot.
“The bedroom is over here,” Erik gasped. He took Tom firmly by the hand and led him across the room to a door cut into the left side of the wall.
There was a double bed, a pine dresser, and a dark brown padded chair inside the room. They went quickly to the bed and stopped alongside it.
Tom began to unbutton his shirt as Erik sat on the edge of the mattress to take off his shoes. He was a tall man and built of solid muscle. He’d had a good body before he was drafted, but the past three years in the Army had honed it to a near-perfection.
His chest rippled as he shed the shirt, letting it drop casually to the floor. His skin was deeply tanned and covered with dark brown hair that ran in a narrowing V-shaped pattern from shoulder blades to navel.
“God!” Erik laughed. “I feel as nervous as a bride on her honeymoon!”
Tom grinned and when he did his whole face was lit by the smile. He had perfect white teeth and they contrasted beautifully against his deep tan and the dark, flashing eyes with their shaggy brows. His hair was still close-cut, Army style, exposing the two big ears which had always embarrassed him and always been the butt of jokes. He had big hands, too. From the wrist to the first set of knuckles, thick veins stood out in the sun-browned skin. His nails were clipped almost to the, quick; the backs of his hands were calloused and rough from months of trench digging and swinging a pick.
He opened his belt and jerked down his fly. His cock was standing up against his abdomen, pulsing hard inside Tom’s white Jockey shorts. He kicked off his shoes and dropped his pants. Bending over, he pulled off his socks and then scrambled onto the mattress, completely naked except for his underpants. He lay back with his head propped against the wall, hands cupped behind his thick neck.
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