MH-401 Tom Dickin’ Harry
Tom Dickin’ Harry
Manhard
MH-401
Bob Cochran
$1.95
Tom Dickin’ Harry
Manhard
MH-401
Bob Cochran
$1.95
Excerpt
Then there was that time in Nam when he and his buddy had gotten drunk when they went on leave to Bancock. Man, they really tied one on that night. He remembered Jim crawling into bed and going down on him. He’d been so fucking hot and so fucking drunk that he flipped around and he and Jim had sixty-nined almost the whole goddamn night.
Of course both of them said they didn’t remember a thing next morning, but they both knew the other was lying. He didn’t see much of Jim after that.
Harry cupped his hands over the big hairy balls and slipped his fingers between the cheeks of the trucker’s ass.
“Ah that’s it, man. Stick your big fucking finger up my ass.”
Harry shoved a finger up into the asshole. The trucker groaned and shoved his cock all the way down into Harry’s throat. The big, hairy balls banged heavily against Harry’s chin and his nostrils were buried in the wiry black pubic hairs that smelled of sweat and sex and cum.
“Suck. Suck. Suck.”
Harry sucked. His own cock was straining, pulsing, throbbing. He started to jerk himself off as hard as he could while the trucker fucked his face.
Suddenly Harry felt the guy’s legs get tense and he heard the guy panting heavily above him. He knew he had the sonofabitch at his mercy now. He could make a goddamn slave out of the bastard just by regulating his socking motion. Harry enjoyed feeling the power he had over this strong, virile sonofabitch. Harry was no slouch when it came to strength and muscle, but this guy was a fucking bull of a man. He had muscles on muscles. He was one of those overly developed muscle boys who could bend a guy in half if he wanted to. But Harry was the master now, he told himself. The guy was rough as rock and just as rugged but at this precise moment he was only putty in Harry’s hands.
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