Clinton Hoyle laid on his recliner with the foot-rest up and his slender legs stretched out in front of him. The only illumination came from the television which was tuned to a rerun of a black- and-white jungle adventure. It was one o’clock in .the morning. The paper streamers and colorful balloons from Lonny’s birthday party were scattered all over the place.
The blond man fingered the ample mound of flesh lumped beneath his zipper. Each time the loin cloth of. the movie’s hero flapped up and exposed a chunk of ass cheek, Clint’s cock gave a twitch. He had to be pretty horny to be getting excited over the beefcake in the dated flick; but then, it didn’t take much to get the good-looking man’s…