He’s half-naked, his impossibly flawless and muscled torso swaying as he walks past me. He wears a pair of black nylon shorts, the mounds of his plump butt practically bouncing as he walks. He must have just finished running.
…stays in Vegas. Pretty much.
A chance encounter with a young college stud.
Three buddies do some age-old college experimentation in this novella-length story.
Lust and a gutter punk.
“Hey, to each his own,” Perry said, “all I know is, I’m gonna lay back and let one of you feast on my butt while I shoot a load.”
“Fuck, you got a big dick,” he said.
“No way. Yours is way bigger.”
“Want to compare?”