Vintage Pulp and Original Gay Erotica
Foreword
Honc’s cock was the size of a monster truck, the size of a massive column, a tube of steel. His cock was red with the blood that was coursing through it. It was ribbed with veins protruding.
Honc sat down to Brett on the couch, and took the boys cock in his hands.
Brett felt a warm sensation riding through his body.
He loved being touched like this.
Loved having the hands of a naked man on his cock.
And he loved most the size of Honc’s titan dick.
Honc had his fist around Brett’s cock, his thumb was pressing against the vein that ran along the underside of the cock shaft.
He kept up the pressure on Brett’s dick. Brett could feel himself, his cock, becoming inflamed with the pressure.
Honc was rubbing it, teasing the blood up to the tip of Brett’s cock, then drawing it back again.
Brett knew it now, he felt it.
It wouldn’t be long before he would blow his entire load.
“That feels so damn good…” Brett said. HARDER! FASTER! HARDER! HARDER! HARDER!
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