SSS-132 Backroom Piece
Backroom Piece
Surree Stud Series
SSS-132
Jon Hartley
$3.95
Backroom Piece
Surree Stud Series
SSS-132
Jon Hartley
$3.95
Excerpt
The projector shed a dim, flickering light over the kid’s booth. Kirk pressed his face against the partition, his eyes straining so hard they seemed to bulge. The kid pulled his T-shirt up over his small pink nipples. His body was lean, his hips boyishly narrow. There wasn’t a hair on his milky, smooth-skinned body. There was only the sand-colored hair curling from the sides of the stretched elastic pouch, and the golden down on his thighs.
Kirk swallowed the excess flow of saliva filling his mouth. He was practically drooling when the kid began squeezing his hideously bulging strap. Kirk fingered his own hard-on. Waves of lust swept over him.
Finally, the blond began tugging at the waistband of his strap. His big boner sprang from the stretched elastic and snapped to attention. Leaning against the wall, he pulled the strap over his sneakers.
Fortunately, it was at that time that the kid’s quarter ran out. The movie stopped and the booth was flooded with light. He grabbed his jacket, searching for the pocket to find another quarter.
“No!” Kirk said. “Don’t put it in yet. Let me look at you.”
The kid sucked in his gut muscles and thrust his pelvis forward. His slender, finely shaped cock stood straight as an arrow, pointing to the ceiling. The narrow bar of faun-colored pubic hair added to his boyish charm. His delicate nuts dangled in a fair-skinned sac like luscious ripe plums.
While Kirk pulled his own prick and took delight in the kid’s body, the blond’s hands moved sensually over his smooth flesh, moving from his hips, then massaging his buttocks.
Groaning aloud, Kirk quickened his stroke. Obviously realizing he had an appreciative audience, the blond turned his back to the hole. He caressed his creamy ass cheeks. Then bending over, he pulled his buns apart, spreading the deep valley for Kirk’s pleasure.
The shadowy crease appeared to be hairless. The pink lips of his butthole were wreathed by a thin line of fine, pale hairs. And now those sweet lips were twitching invitingly, contracting and expanding in a maddeningly slow rhythm. Kirk moaned his approval and pounded his meat fiercely.
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