YS-110 Cruising the Main
Cruising the Main
Young Stallions
YS-110
$3.95
Cruising the Main
Young Stallions
YS-110
$3.95
FOREWORD
“Stand up,” Thor growled.
Glenn obeyed, albeit a trifle unsteadily. His boner saluted the bigger guy at a forty-five degree angle. Thor eased around Glenn, sitting on the toilet, pulling the youth towards him.
Glenn gave a choked gasp of disbelief and delight as the blond god’s warm lips closed around his rosy dick-knob and glided right down to his sandy pubes. Thor growled around the stiff meat which stuffed his throat and pumped it in and out, sucking hard.
Bubbles of spit frothed his lips. His cheeks hollowed and his tongue worked back and forth beneath the spasming shaft. Glenn whimpered in ecstasy, his nuts slapping Winslow’s chin, his fingers clutching frantically at the dude’s blond head.
It didn’t take long. That hungry mouth was relentless. And when Thor’s fingers tickled and pulled on Glenn’s fuzzy balls, the teen yelped and gave way to the flood of jizz in his loins.
Thor hummed as Glenn spermed in his mouth. The thick gobs of come spattered the back of his mouth, flowing down his open throat. He gulped, rolling sticky seed around on his tongue, lashing the jerking rod till he’d milked it dry.
Glenn was groaning, nearly buckled over with pleasure which was almost excruciating. Thor rose abruptly, pulling up his trousers. Glenn sank onto the toilet seat and watched dumbly as the blond wet dream dressed.
He could hardly believe what had happened. Thor winked at him, flashing a cocky grin as he tugged on his tee shirt.
“See you around, kid,” he growled, and the steel door swung shut in Glenn’s face.
When Thor emerged from the theater, it had stopped raining. A dense fog hung low over Amber Springs, cloaking the town in mystery.
In the sky, a full moon beamed, pale and obscene, smirking through the orangish mist.
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