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Suck You Dry
By
Beverly Rae
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2007 Beverly Rae
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Chapter One
ou’re kidding me, right?” Carl stared at his
friend, searching his face for a sign telling
him it was a joke. “This woman you’re talking
about actually comes in here and has sex with
more than one guy? Every night? Come on, man.
That’s bullshit.”
Robert laughed and took a swig of his beer. He
wiped the moisture from his black mustache with
the back of his hand. “I know how it sounds, but
I’m telling you the truth. No shitting.”
Carl studied his brawny-but-slow friend with
the long shaggy hair and angular features. Some
people said Robert reminded them of a well-
known mass murderer which was partly why Carl
kept his hair short around his boyish face. He
didn’t want to look like Robert in any way. He
motioned to the tattoo-covered bartender for
another round. “So when is she supposed to come
in?”
“Any time now.”
Catching his reflection in the mirror behind the
bar, Carl ran a hand through his dark hair and
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thrust out his chin to study his profile. Some
might call him vain, but he didn’t care. He liked
the way he looked and worked hard to keep his
lean body fit. Proud of how long he could screw,
he never had any complaints from the women he
bedded. His cock was longer and thicker than the
average male’s shaft and he reveled in the
exclamations women gave when they saw it for
the first time. In fact, if he wouldn’t get arrested
for public indecency, he’d walk around with his
Big Gun hanging out for the entire world to
admire.
“Quit lovin’ on yourself, man. Someone might
think you’re gay or something the way you check
yourself out all the time.”
“You just wish you had my face and bod.”
Although Robert had an okay appearance, his
friend didn’t have the goods like he did.
“Yeah, that’s it, Carl. I lie in bed just wishing I
had your body.”
The bartender heard the last part of their
conversation, stared at them for a second, then
turned away. “Damn it, man. Keep talking smack
and we’ll end up getting shucked out of this place.
I heard a lot of gay bashers hang here.”
“But I haven’t fucked you.”
Carl knuckle-fisted him in the arm. “Yeah, that
sounds better.” Raising his voice, he added for
anyone else within hearing distance. “We’re not
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