The Chronicles of the Desert Ranch School
The Chronicles of the Desert Ranch School
BL Classic
Peter Zupp
$1.95
Excerpt
That night, after the Talk Show, back in my own bed, I decided to try out on myself what Jody had done to me. I wrapped my fingers around my dick, which was already hard with anticipation, and started pulling on it, rubbing the skin up and down. The feeling came back and it was nice but not as strong as it had been with Jody. I kept on rubbing, remembering Jody’s cock, the way it stood out, the way he got nervous and wanted me to take hold of it. The feeling got stronger and stronger, sweeter and sweeter. I was sure what I was doing was somehow wrong. It certainly was dirty. But I couldn’t seem to stop. A great warmth was spreading out in me, a feeling like I was discovering something that was new but old at the same time, and that would answer a hundred longings and questions. My grip became stronger, my stroke faster, my thoughts more free. I thought of the kids in the shower fooling around the way they always did when they came in from football practice. I thought of older boys like the kid in the theater and Ralph stripped to the waist and tossing a football. I wondered if their huge cocks ever grew hard like Jody’s and mine did.
And then the feeling got so strong that I couldn’t think about anything but my flying fist and what it was doing to me. I probably was sweating. I certainly was scared. The feeling rose and rose, until I was a trembling, panting, nervous wreck, but then it peaked and, with a series of little clicks, it resolved itself sweetly and left me in peace.
A moment or two later I noticed that my hand and prick-tip were wet and slippery. I assumed that I had somehow pissed a little at the peak of my excitement.
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