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PR-372 Coxwains of Malibu
Coxwains of Malibu
Pleasure Reader
(Same as GL-118)
Gabriel Hunter
$1.95
Excerpt
The island itself was little more than a prominence of barren rocks jutting up from the surface of the sea. The Coast Guard had constructed several buildings on it-one large one no doubt used as a dormitory for the men stationed there, a radio shack, several small storage buildings, all clustered at the southern end of the island, and a small lighthouse at the northern end. The Coast Guardsmen had tried to plant several trees here and there without much success—only a few scrub pines appeared to cling in places to the rocks. From the sea, the sight was somewhat forbidding.
Rod was aiming the boat toward a small jetty which extended out from a small cove. Some wooded stairs zigzagged up from this to the largest building perched on a rock some fifty feet over the waves.
“You’d better rejoin Hank below,” Rod then said to me. I turned to go. “But wait. Come here.” He grabbed me roughly with one hand and kissed me. Our cocks met again—now spent from the sex we had enjoyed together on the voyage. “I’ll see you again above—just as soon as I and my crew get the Pharaoh secure.”
Below, I found the group much subdued. Rod’s prediction had been correct. From what I could judge, the supply of dramamine had spared them of the worst, but no one was feeling like a satyr any more. I thought it curious, again, to see them all exposed, but since I was too myself now, I suppose it didn’t matter. I scanned the salon for Hank. I was surprised to see him sitting next to Auguste Becker—someone I had not expected to see among us on this trip. I went over to them. Hank, finally noticing me, jumped up and came over to me, grabbing me by my cock and pulling me over to Becker, who sat wrapped in a huge shawl. “Join us, Gaby. We’ve been talking about you.”
“Professor Becker, I didn’t expect to see you. Are you a Coxswain, too?” I asked. He was evidently the only one in the salon with zippered trousers.
“Oh, I always come on these weekends—to watch Hank’s great work. Where have you been all this time? We missed you.”
I must have blushed because Hank answered for me. “Up in the wheelhouse with the captain.” He squeezed my cock in his hand and was quick to notice no immediate surging response. “And, from the feel of it, I would guess, was kept very busy up there.” This time, I know I blushed.
“Oh, it was busy down here, too, you may be sure,” said Becker.
Hank laughed and ruffled Becker’s hair with his other hand. “Yes, and I even got old Augie to sit back and enjoy one of my famous blow jobs.”
Becker chortled demurely. “Oh, yes, yes. And it was very nice, I must say. Very nice.”
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