Vintage Pulp and Original Gay Erotica
FOREWORD
“Oh,” Chrissy said, “I don’t know. Don’t you think that he’ll miss his pubic hair?”
“Why should he miss it?” Debbie asked. “I should think he’d be glad to be rid of it. His thing shows up so much better when there’s nothing all around it.”
Waldo sat between the girls and wondered what had made him such a wimp. Sure, they were two exciting looking chicks. Sure, they were hot young teens, sisters, to boot. But they were going to shave his balls. They were going to denude Little Waldo.
Waldo didn’t know how he felt about that. He liked the feel of the young girls’ hands over his cock, but he didn’t know how he felt about the look of the bright and shiny razor as it approached his groin.
He clenched his teeth, If Little Waldo could stand it, he knew that he could. After all, anyone who had lived with his mother for as long as he had could endure yet another mock castration scene.
“Just don’t cut it off,” he pleaded.
“We’re only going to suck it,” Debbie said, sliding her lips over his glans.
Waldo quickly ran through the only prayer he knew. “How like a pensive nun she gives head,” it began.
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