MPI-111 Cruise Alley
Cruise Alley
Male Photo Illustrated
MPI-111
Anonymous
$2.95
FOREWORD
Joe looked around and made sure that there was no one else in sight. Usually, he was something of an exhibitionist on the docks, and he loved to have a crowd surrounding him as he’d plow his hard dick into a ripe, red asshole.
But this time, it was different. This was to be a private fucking, and also, something of a lesson to his partner, Hank Pryor. Joe ran his fingers through his sandy blond hair, and adjusted his overalls as he walked over toward the moustached, black-haired Hank.
“Hey, Pryor, I got something to settle with you,” he said.
Hank was busy attaching the fence to the steel poles that they had driven into the ground a few days ago. The two men were working on the docks, closing them up to keep out the cruisers, and although Joe hated the idea of it, it was his job.
“What the fuck do you want, Burns?” Hank asked. “I’m busy.”
“I’m sick and tired of listening to the shit you say,” Joe said.
“I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about, shitface.”
That was it. Hank had not only been insulting Joe for the last few days, but he had also been making fun of the cruisers. Joe moved over and smashed his fist into the man’s face, then placed his meaty hands on Hank’s shoulders.
He pushed the man to his knees so that Hank could see the thick bulge in Joe’s pants, which Joe was ready to ram down his throat.
“You keep talking about all the cocksuckers here, you bastard, and now, I’m gonna make you a choice cocksucker yourself.”
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