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Oskar’s thick, hard cock had no trouble locating Frank’s hole and sliding into him, while Frank grabbed gobs of hair on Oskar’s pecs.
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“You just come in for a drink and a look see, or you want something more, Oskar?”
“Just the drink today, Skinner, thanks. A shot and a chaser, please.”
“Been some time since you got any, hasn’t it?” the bartender at the Buckhead Ranch said as he set up two shot glasses for the big Swede bellied up to the bar. “You’re still in fine shape, Oskar. You should be usin’ it.”
“And payin’ you well to use it?” the big-boned Scandinavian with the fine head of blond hair said, towering a good foot above the barkeep as he leaned over the bar. His beefy arms, matted with curly blond hair, spread out dramatically on the surface of the wooden bar top that was marred with the carvings of hundreds of customers. He was smiling through his full mustache and trimmed beard, though, so he wasn’t taken as trying to be critical.
“If you think I’m in such tip-top shape, why are you thinkin’ I need to come here and pay for it?”
“You passed three tame bars to get to mine,” Oscar. “Don’t shit me why you chose mine. When you pay me for it, you get quality. Doubt you’re spiking any of those grizzled old cowpokes you’ve got out there at that ranch of yours.”
“Got that right.”
“We got a new guy here who might appeal and get you out of your funk. Over there, the well-built guy with the dark hair and the sulky look. Just your type, I think.”
The muscular giant turned to look in the direction the barkeep, and house pimp, directed his attention. Skinner had a moment of panic, though. He might have gone too far. The funk...