OPH-190 Twelve Inches with a Vengeance
Twelve Inches with a Vengeance
(Book Two)
OPH-190
Ophelia Press
Karl Flinders
$1.95
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Excerpt
“How much, then?”
“Five dollars,” Jud said, to get rid of him.
“Okay.”
“You got five dollars?”
“Sure.”
“Let me see it.”
The boy removed a well-worn wallet from his back pocket. He showed Jud he had six one-dollar bills. “I’ll give it all to you if you’ll let me take it in my mouth,” he said. “I won’t make you come.”
“You couldn’t get it in your mouth.”
“I’d sure like to try.”
“I’ve got better things to do.”
“You said five dollars. A bargain’s a bargain.”
“I didn’t think you had it.”
“You’re not going to let me feel it? Even for five dollars?”
“Where?”
“In the men’s room. We can go in a stall.”
“Suppose somebody comes?”
“The door will be closed. If we get an end stall no one can see anything.”
“You do this all the time?”
“Some guys let me suck them for free. One guy even paid me. He fucked me. I like that, too.”
“How old are you?”
“Eighteen.”
“Yeh.”
“How about it?”
“Okay, But only if there’s nobody else in there.”
“I’ll go on ahead. You come in after a minute. I’ll be holding the door of the last stall open. No one will see us. No kidding.”
“Okay. You go ahead.”
The boy hesitated. Obviously he was afraid that once he went into the men’s room, Jud would go out of the front door. He made a quick decision. He counted five one-dollar bills out of his wallet and handed them over to Jud. Jud was amazed at this quick and accurate estimate of his character, for he’d intended walking out once the kid had gone inside. He took the money reluctantly. The kid disappeared into the men’s room.
Jud let one minute go by, then went casually into the men’s room. He walked down the long line of stalls and saw the door of the last one being held open. “Come on,” the kid hissed from inside.
Filled with misgivings, but feeling obligated, Jud slipped into the stall. The boy pushed the door shut, and it clicked locked. Jud, to get it over with as quickly as possible, opened his fly and pulled his cock out. The boy eyed it with wonder and delight. “Can I see your balls?” he asked.
“For five bucks?” But he pulled his balls out as well.
“Oh, God,” the boy breathed, for Jud’s balls were mammoth, quite in keeping with the size of his cock. “You can feel it,” Jud said.
The boy reached out slowly with both hands. As his warm hands touched the huge cock it began to distend, to erect. The boy caressed the rapidly erecting cock with one hand, ran the other over the hard, immense balls. Jud could feel them tighten. He watched the boy’s face. There was an almost innocent wonder, as if Jud was showing him a priceless art object. At the same time there was a lust that mocked the tender years. Jud felt sorry for the boy, for what might become of him.
Jud’s cock was now at its full twelve inches. The boy was handling it tenderly, lovingly, his fingers delicately probing the fabulous convolutions. Suddenly, with an obvious effort, he took his hands away, forced them down by his sides. “Okay,” he said, his voice dry and strange. “Thanks. I guess that’s my five dollars’ worth.” But the longing in his eyes showed agony.
“What would you do if you had more money?” Jud asked.
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