Gay Erotica, Volume 5 by James Hunt

Author:James Hunt, [James Hunt,]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781780338064
Publisher: Constable & Robinson
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

PAPER HARVEST

Landon Dixon

I was peacefully quaffing a Scotch when Clayton Sangster elbowed his way onto the bar stool next to me, yammered, “Hey, how’s my favorite redheaded accounting dick?”

I hung the frosty focus on his features. Added, “Go climb your thumb.”

He persisted. “Got a job for you, Acton. Need you to check up on things at the grain elevator. Something fishy’s going on out there.”

The barkeep drifted down, looked at Sangster. Sangster looked at me; the guy’s cheap that way, and all others. The barkeep gave it up and drifted away.

“One day’s work,” Sangster started in again. “I’ll pay you.” He dug a paw into his flannels and pulled out a terminally shy wallet, opened it up with a rusty groan. Then he placed a crisp, never-been-used hundred-dollar bill down on the bar with all the solemnity of a soldier being laid to rest.

Savvy eyes narrowed behind thick-lensed cheaters all around the accounting watering hole at the sight of the dough.

“Why don’t you get your own bean counters to frisk the books, if you think they aren’t balancing?” I asked.

“Dill, Dinwiddy, and Dutton – those crumbs? I ousted the bums,” Sangster snorted. He ran a pink hand over his sweating rose pate, other hand holding the C-note down. “They were charging too much. Besides, I don’t need an external audit any more – the bank loans are all paid up.” He tapped an optic with a digit. “I keep an eye on things.”

“So keep an eye on things,” I lipped, “and blow.” A hundred beans weren’t enough to warrant my audit interest, despite the wartime dip in business. Not with a sleaze like Sangster.

“I’ll make it worth your while – in other ways,” the little guy cooed, giving me a lascivious wink.

I throated the rest of my giggle juice, let slip out of the side of my maw so the rest of the boys wouldn’t hear, “Back alley. Be there.”

“And be queer,” Sangster added with a grin.

He was there, with his mouth hanging open.

I was there, with my cock hanging out.

Clayton Sangster was tight with a dollar, and a dick. He gripped my cock in his right hand and stroked, left hand sifting into my red hair at the back and pulling my mush down to meet his. We kissed, warmly, passionately.

For a shyster businessman with more enemies than the Axis powers, and a personality to match, he wasn’t a bad-looking guy: mid-forties, bald, round cherubic face with big brown eyes and a button nose, a pleasantly plump body covered by smooth pink skin. His palm was smooth, too, as it glided up and down my fully poled length.

I gripped the guy by the cute little red ears and fed him my tongue, pouring the wet, budded sticker deep into his hard-breathing kisser. He sealed his full, sensuous lips around it and sucked, giving my tongue the blow job my tool was about to get.

He tugged harder and faster on my cock. I had to push him back before I blasted a salute of my own to his handiwork.

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