NM-039 Beach Boy

FOREWORD

Suddenly, from out of nowhere, Rick Palmer felt a shove. The kid who was sucking him off was torn away from his cock just at the moment that two or three more strokes would have set Rick off.

Rick opened his eyes to see what had happened. The kid was sprawled on the ground in front of him, still clutching his cock. At his side was a dark shadow that seemed to hover over him. He took in the glint of moonlight off the black leather jacket the man wore, but he couldn’t see anything else.

Then there was a hand clutching his shoulder, and he could feel himself being forced to the ground.

His first thought when he realized what was going on was that the cops had raided the place. He knew that had happened before, and if that were the case, he knew that there was no way he could get out of it now. His situation was too compromising.

Then there was a voice to go with the dark figure who loomed over him.

“If it’s cock sucking you’re after, try working on this,” the voice said with an edge of menace.

Then Rick Palmer felt the force of the man’s powerful arm push his all the way to the ground.

“Put some of that dick in your mouth!” the voice ordered.