Vintage Pulp and Original Gay Erotica
Introduction
At this point I decided to let him have the works… head-diving toward my goal of bringing out the tendencies he was trying to hide.
He nervously squirmed in his chair, taking a sneaky glance at the bulge in my pants. I wanted him to know that I was watching his eyes. Casually, I placed my hand over my cock and began stroking it through my trousers.
Darren did not have to look at me to know that I was in one of my campy moods. I noticed him smiling as he raised his glass to his lips and drank.
The big man across from me stared as he saw the size of my prick, rising steadily through the thinness of my briefs.
“We could use a refill,” Darren said.
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