Rub the Man Down
Rub the Man Down
Centaur Publications
$1.75
Rub the Man Down
Centaur Publications
$1.75
Excerpt
“Kinda wild,” the boy whispered as the girls on the other side of the window continued their delirious actions.
“Plenty wild,” Brooks agreed uneasily. Brooks knew he should leave. It was bad enough to window-peep at all, but it was almost unthinkable to do it with this boy. Still, he was held by a terrible, morbid fascination. He had to see more. He just couldn’t pull himself away. His restlessness of earlier in the evening had by no means abated. It had, if anything, increased. Become totally demanding. So Brooks turned his attention back to the window, unconsciously and suggestively rubbing at his own pounding erection stretching against his pants.
The gesture wasn’t lost on his companion. Suddenly Brooks felt something hot and damp press against the hand he was using to fondle his own desire—something palpitating, almost alive—something he recognized in an instant—something totally and irrefutably male. The southern boy had exposed himself and was pushing his masculinity insinuatingly against Brooks.
For a second Brooks panicked. He didn’t know what to do. He was frightened and appalled. At the same time, the feel of that twitching, pounding length of flesh against hand was indescribable. He had a sudden irresistible urge to grab it in both hands: To feel it, examine it, play with it. Almost involuntarily, his fist closed around the stiff thick rod. The southern boy sighed and, as they continued to watch the lewd actions inside the dormitory room, he carefully unzipped Brooks’ fly and put his hand up against Brooks’ own pulsating need. Then he started to rub it through the thin cloth. Excruciatingly.
Brooks tried to ignore the invasion, tried to pretend it didn’t exist, because he couldn’t consciously recognize it without refusing it. But his throbbing rod couldn’t ignore the new, unfamiliar, extra stimulation. It swelled even bigger inside his shorts. Demanding to be released and pampered.
The breathing of the girls inside the room was becoming more frenzied and their cries become sharper through the glass as they approached their special peaks. Brooks, too, was now panting with uncontrollable passion. Then his neighbor, whose need Brooks still held encircled by his fist, reached inside Brooks’ shorts and pulled out his enormous and enormously hungry tool. The boy’s touch was expert and light, and Brooks’ scrotum tightened as his powerful desire was manipulated up and down. In spite of himself, he started tugging at the southern boy’s cock.
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