He was tall and barrel-chested. Gay sex You allowed to accept that?””Yes, thanks, sir.””Don’t need to call me that,” the man said as he reached into the cooler and came up with a bottle of designer water. And that’s a pretty hot car you got there.””Thanks. His buddies were losing badly. He was wearing faded, but clean, tight blue jeans and a tight red T-shirt, exhibiting bulging thighs and a chest tapering down to a flat belly and small waist. I don’t think I can.””Now, Zeke. I ride alone – and I have his soul now, what further need do I have of his body.”Manuel disappeared as Beel was finishing dressing – but he reappeared in the passenger seat of the Corvette the older man had parked around on the side of the motel, shielded from view from the street, when Beel came out of the motel room.Beel laughed and picked him up and carried him back into the motel room. He was wearing an expensive-looking gray tweed Western-cut jacket, matching well-pressed trousers, and finely tooled leather cowboy boots – which gave him the look of a wealthy Texas oilman or cattle rancher.
