“Put your money in the pot, boys! One of you will be the winner.”
Every lunch hour looked like this: a circle jerk, a bar bet, a gamble. It started at one dollar, then grew to five, then ten, now twenty. Expensive lunch, if you lost.
The competition was nothing complicated. Chester counted down: Three, two, one. When he said the word, the guys unzipped, whipped ‘em out, and went wild.
Eighty bucks is up for grabs. First to come is the winner!
An erotic short.
There's a reason guys growl for G.R. Richards Erotica. You would never know it by the love of public television documentaries and great food in high-end restaurants, but G.R. Richards pens some of the world's steamiest guy-on-guy stories.