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Big Nugget Saloon – Part 11

An immediate cacophony of male voices called out from the gathering around the table, observers cheered while competitors raised their protests but continued to bring themselves to finish. Charles pumped his prong several times, his milky mess lassoing out across the cleared table as another competitor joined in with his own thick muck, the youngest attendee being the last to start erupting his own heavy gruel in a rapidly pumping explosion that led to more yells and shrieks from the gathered audience.

Big Nugget Saloon – Part 8

The light adequately illuminated the landing between their rooms as Henry emerged to wash, his naked form highlighted in the flickering orange glow as he positioned the candle in its holder on the wall. Joseph quietly watched from his seat on the bed, insisting that they rise at dawn. “Is there such an urgent rush?” Henry asked, the cold wash cloth gliding down his pale stomach to the plump flesh hanging between his thighs, his hand cupping his sack and lifting before scrubbing behind the floppy mass of masculine appendage.

Big Nugget Saloon – Part 7

Henry chuckled softly, rubbing his dripping length slowly in his sticky hand as he watched Joseph’s prong purging a heavy load of masculine milk over the floor beneath him, his bearded face angled up for a moment to catch the last pumps of Henry’s juices leaving his dick while his own continued to expel what seemed to Henry to be a months-worth of lather

Big Nugget Saloon – Part 6

Joseph was silent, watching expressionless beside him as Henry’s foreskin slipped over the swollen round shape of his tip, his pale flesh bunching up into a spout before slowly easing back again to reveal the red bulbous head, seemingly juicy like the inside of a firm ripe fruit. Nectar seeped from between the little raised lips, a bead of clear liquid sitting atop his pecker wile his hand slowly moved up and down with lazy strokes.

Big Nugget Saloon – Part 3

Joseph and Henry arrive at Big Nugget Saloon, the ramshackle venue offering sanctuary from the developing storm. While Joseph is suspicious and cautious, Henry’s adventurous nature is heightened by the drink that flows far too easily. As the ladies of the saloon begin to make their rounds, tempting their bawdy customers with hardened rods into private meetings away from the scattered tables, young Henry is soon becoming a valued customer.

Big Nugget Saloon – Part 2

Joseph and his wife knew adventure awaited them on the West Coast, packing up and heading to strike it rich in the Gold Rush. Indeed, with young Henry soon joining his efforts, success was easy to find. While many have failed and given up their dreams of wealth, the duo toil every day on the banks of the gold rich river. While this would be enough adventure for most, Joseph will soon discover there are more joys and adventures to be found with excitable and lascivious young Henry by his side.

Big Nugget Saloon – Part 1

Joseph and his wife knew adventure awaited them on the West Coast, packing up and heading to strike it rich in the Gold Rush. Indeed, with young Henry soon joining his efforts, success was easy to find. While many have failed and given up their dreams of wealth, the duo toil every day on the banks of the gold rich river. While this would be enough adventure for most, Joseph will soon discover there are more joys and adventures to be found with excitable and lascivious young Henry by his side.

THE MILK SHED – PART 19

With the evening coming to an end, Ronan is both reluctant to depart, but eager to participate in the final ritual. As a large crowd gathers at the end of the Milk Shed, he joins his guide and hung and uncut Lenny in the growing circle, ready to watch as multiple men deliver their final offering of the party. In the middle, a young man lies back, stroking and ready, receiving the first shots of a shower of warmth from the arriving parade of numerous men.

FAKE ID – PART 2

“The long erection Kevin revealed from his pants was rigid and thick, straining with masculine need, veins bulging around the shaft. I gawped at it, staring at the fat round head, the way it swept down like a steep ski slope and flared outward at the ridge, a fat cap on a brawny rod that rose with shocking stiffness from the equally fat balls now resting over the folds of his boxers and open jeans. The underside of his pink length bulged out with muscular and bumpy hardness, a support making his meat arch back a little toward his face. The skin reflected the flickering light from the screen in the same way his cheeky expression now was.”