YS-152 Insatiable
Insatiable
Young Stallions
YS-152
Anonymous
$3.95
Excerpt
“Us executive types? Actually bother ourselves with something other than the chrome and glass?”
He was referrin’ to the famous three glassed elevators in the center court of Water Tower Place. Nice for cruisin’ guys. Outstanding. “No,” says I, “I guess not. I been in your store often enough fixing things. It’s about time you come see what I got.” For some reason, my hand fell to my crotch, and Mr. Garvey’s eyes followed it.
“Be glad to, Pecker, I’ve been wanting to get a look at your equipment and I don’t have a marketing conference until 10:15. So you lead the way, and I’ll look at your stuff until you’re satisfied that I know every inch of it.”
By now I was getting a little hot under the collar. My uniform collar. The gold “Water Tower Place, Peck,” name tag on my chest was not the only thing gleaming. My dick head was becoming hot and started to crawl in my underwear.
When it’s soft, my cock is mostly balls. They give the skin for the shaft to grow up with. And does it grow!
Peck’s old pecker was really growing.
I could feel Garvey behind me. What a cute stud he is. Clean cut. Light skin.
Not like mine, which shows some of the lines of honest work.
We took the inside elevator to the mechanical room. I gave him a tour, all the time my dick was pounding in my pants. He had to have noticed it.
Once when we was leaning against a rail, his hands down about crotch height, I pressed my cock against his hands; he turned his hand around real slow, and scratched my nuts. That’s when I says, “Let’s go to my office.”
“We going to have a conference, Pecker? I got an agenda I want to work out with you.” And with that, he flicked two fingers against my prick.
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