San Diego Sailor
San Diego Sailor
(similar to Black Knight version)
Monkey Publication
$1.95
San Diego Sailor
(similar to Black Knight version)
Monkey Publication
$1.95
Excerpt
He stopped talking just as I pulled up for a traffic light. I took a quick look at his face and didn’t get any encouragement from his expression. Then I looked down at his bunch and saw that that hadn’t gotten any reaction either. But even though it was under control, it was still one of the most magnificent crotch-fulls I’d ever seen, and I wasn’t going to lose any part of it if I could help it. I knew it was possible for him to talk himself out of the mood if he concentrated too long on an unpleasant experience, and I knew there was more to the story. This tale of frustration on the naval base certainly had nothing to do with me, or anything that might concern me. I only hoped that whatever else he had to spill would leave him with an appreciative taste for what I was planning on later. One thing, at least, I was sure of. I wasn’t going to have to play a lot of silly games to get down to business because all of the usual preliminaries were well out of the way. I didn’t want to play it too fast, but there was one sure way of getting things back the way I wanted them, and I took it.
I reached over and laid my hand on his meat. He flinched a little, but not much, and when he didn’t show any signs of objecting, I let my fingers tighten over it. I was just getting some reaction when the lights changed, and I had to use that hand to shift with.
Ever since he’d gotten into the car; mine was in various stages of hardness, but now it was throbbing like an engine. My interrupted grope had brought him back out of his reverie, and when I looked at his face I knew everything was going to be all right for me. He had that hot, strained look around his eyes and his mouth had come open a bit as if he wanted it badly. And I was just as anxious to give it to him. When I got the car rolling in high, I put my hand right back again and felt an encouraging amount of activity under my fingers. When the whole of that big whang of his was straining up against his pants again, he reached up under my shorts and took mine. It had never been bigger or harder, and after he’d played with it for a minute he pulled it out of my shorts and looked it over.
“Jeez, what a dong!”
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