SV-107 The Young and Gay

Excerpt

“Better be careful, baby,” he said to himself as he noticed he was getting a hard on. “You bulge enough in these jeans when you’re soft.”

He decided to walk to Carol’s. He would walk up to Fifty-seventh street, go west to Fifth Avenue and then walk across Fifty-ninth street to Central Park West. Carol lived on Sixty-sixth just off Central Park West. Maybe the walk would clear his head.

A passing queen stared down at the bulge in his crotch as she passed. She flicked her tongue over her lips and smiled. Howard kept walking.

As he walked he tried to sort out his thoughts. But no matter what he tried to think of, his mind always came back to Pete. He found himself trying to imagine what the boy’s cock was like.

Pete had dark hair and fairly dark skin so Howard imagined a mass of soft, black, curly pubic hair. Strangely enough he didn’t imagine the boy having a big one. He saw it somehow as fairly short and thick with a big head. Howard felt the pain as Pete eased it into him, gently but insistently. He saw the youngster’s handsome face staring intently into his, full of concern for the pain he was obviously creating.

Howard knew, somehow, that the boy would want to stop, would want to stop hurting him. But Howard also knew that he would not let him stop. He wanted Pete to fuck him just as he wanted to slip his own hot, throbbing member between the youngster’s firm round buttocks.

He was hard again as he reached Fifty-ninth and Fifth. He tried to hide it by thrusting his hands into the pockets of his jeans. But having his hands so close made him even hotter and he was relieved when he reached the stone wall that edged the Park on the north side of the street. He turned towards it and forced himself to think about something else.

He finally managed to get himself to think about the up-coming party. Even though he knew it was going to be an orgy it did have the same effect on him as Pete did. He started walking again.