SPADE-147 Cocky Jock

FOREWORD

Doug was seventeen, a junior in high school, and he looked forward to his summer job at the garage. There was something about the place that was extremely sexual to him, the smell, musky, oil, grease, gasoline, cars and motorcycles.

But that summer was destined to be different. He was told by Buster, the young owner of the garage, that there would be an extra pair of hands helping out, an old buddy of Buster’s named Jock.

Doug didn’t think about it too much until he saw Jock! Doug didn’t know why, but his reaction to the first sight of Jock was violent—and sexual. And Jock was pleased with what he saw, too!

“Well, I’ll be goddamned! Maybe this ain’t gonna be such a fuckin’ dead town after all.” This was Jock’s comment when he laid eyes on young Doug.

Young Doug was mostly speechless around Jock, who towered over the teenager by at least six inches. What ever Jock told Doug to do, Doug did. It started in the men’s room at the garage. Jock stood before the sink with his cock out. Doug stared. He’d never seen such a long cock. It wasn’t even hard and looked to be a full ten inches or so. Even if it only gained two inches as it hardened it would be a foot long.

“Come here, kid,” Jock said. “I wanta talk to you.”

Doug didn’t know what to do. He was so close now that he could see the wondrous cock in full light. It seemed to thicken and lengthen as the boy looked at it, and there was no choice of where to look—there was only one place to look—at that incredible cock.