Tails of ’69
Tails of ’69
Monkey Publication
Owen Ricksen
$1.75
Tails of ’69
Monkey Publication
Owen Ricksen
$1.75
Excerpt
“Remember how we used to skinny dip at Blue Creek?” Larry laughed, once again rubbing his now-bare balls. “Back of ole man Barry’s farm? He sure used to get mad at us!” He stood, still facing Tom, a bronze sculpted David, bathed in pale, mystic light, as Tom fumbled with his trunks.
Tom laughed too. “He was scared his daughter would see us naked.”
“Yeah!” Larry walked to the edge of the water and tested it. “And remember the time she did catch us?”
Tom giggled like a girl as he pulled down his trunks. “And hid our clothes…”
“…and then wouldn’t tell us where they were…”
“…unless we’d come out and let her look at us!”
“And I got out!” Larry struck an exaggerated pose, now more Dantean than Michaelangeloic.
“Yes. And I wouldn’t.”
Larry took a step towards Tom. “Why wouldn’t you, Tom?”
Tom blushed again as he kicked his swim suit away. “I just couldn’t.” He turned away.
“Why not?” Larry examined his nude friend’s back—so much more pale in the night—so much more delicate and enticing. He sighed at the sight of those firm, white buttocks. “Why wouldn’t you let her look at you?”
“Because…” Tom broke off with a big laugh. “I’d have scared the Hell out of her.” He boldly turned to face his friend.
“Yeah,” Larry said slowly. “Goin’ skinny dippin’ always did something to your anatomy.” He turned his eyes away from Tom’s pale, stiffened cock. Uneasy, yet immediately aroused.
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