“Aah,” the piano player stammered softly, although he was alone.
His left hand fingers drummed on the piano keys, all the while his saliva-lubricated right hand stroked his nine inch cock. It projected through his unzipped skintight pants, while his ass cheeks clenched his slacks. Leaving a damp quarter size stain on the fabric over his buttocks.
Minutes early, he had released his bulging cock from his jockstrap, it desired attention. And badly!
His right foot rhythmically tapped the wooden floor, where his discarded cigarette butts were being squashed. The scent of the Ruby’s Jazz Club only intensified the experience.
McCormick now owned this place, and could do whatever and whomever he wanted inside of it. Fuck ‘em.
Stroking my dick inside this once hell-hole that I’ve built …show more content…
This Kid needed no cue. He lined-up his raging cockhead towards Hank’s willing manhole. With a quick “spit on the dick”, the Kid started pushing his cock, inch-by-inch, deep inside Hank McCormick’s ass.
Little did this Delivery Kid know, but would soon suspect that it was Hank’s infamous manhole that was the true bragging rights of his success. The Kid never thought him much of a talent, until now. Louisiana’s loss was Hollywood’s gain.
“Fuck me harder. C’mon. No mercy,” Hank shouted as he own rigid dick bounced on the bar counter.
The Delivery Kid was moistened with sweat, dripping from his brow and down his chest. Hank observed the Kid’s pecs, glistening in the mirror across from him. God, I needed this fuck.
“Give it to me. Give me that Southern cum, boy,” Hank spoke, and continued, “Bred my ass.”
Soon enough, Hank felt the pulsating sensation of the Kid’s cock squirting inside his anal canal. Hank loved the feeling of warm cum swimming inside his ass.
“Augh,” the Kid groaned as he unloaded his
His left hand fingers drummed on the piano keys, all the while his saliva-lubricated right hand stroked his nine inch cock. It projected through his unzipped skintight pants, while his ass cheeks clenched his slacks. Leaving a damp quarter size stain on the fabric over his buttocks.
Minutes early, he had released his bulging cock from his jockstrap, it desired attention. And badly!
His right foot rhythmically tapped the wooden floor, where his discarded cigarette butts were being squashed. The scent of the Ruby’s Jazz Club only intensified the experience.
McCormick now owned this place, and could do whatever and whomever he wanted inside of it. Fuck ‘em.
Stroking my dick inside this once hell-hole that I’ve built …show more content…
This Kid needed no cue. He lined-up his raging cockhead towards Hank’s willing manhole. With a quick “spit on the dick”, the Kid started pushing his cock, inch-by-inch, deep inside Hank McCormick’s ass.
Little did this Delivery Kid know, but would soon suspect that it was Hank’s infamous manhole that was the true bragging rights of his success. The Kid never thought him much of a talent, until now. Louisiana’s loss was Hollywood’s gain.
“Fuck me harder. C’mon. No mercy,” Hank shouted as he own rigid dick bounced on the bar counter.
The Delivery Kid was moistened with sweat, dripping from his brow and down his chest. Hank observed the Kid’s pecs, glistening in the mirror across from him. God, I needed this fuck.
“Give it to me. Give me that Southern cum, boy,” Hank spoke, and continued, “Bred my ass.”
Soon enough, Hank felt the pulsating sensation of the Kid’s cock squirting inside his anal canal. Hank loved the feeling of warm cum swimming inside his ass.
“Augh,” the Kid groaned as he unloaded his