Stories For When The Sun Goes Down (Sexy Anthology) - Plot & Excerpts
“No, hold off.” “I can’t.” “Just a few more seconds.” “Shit, it’s too much.” “Try, otherwise we’ll have to start over.” I looked up at Theo Horton’s face hanging over the side of my custom-made bench. His thick black eyebrows had knotted over his scrunched eyes and his teeth tugged at his bottom lip. “It’s nearly done,” I encouraged. “It’s quick setting this stuff, just think about your Gran knitting or something.” A muscle flexed in his cheek and his fingers paled as he gripped the white padding just inches from my upturned face. I braced under the weight of the seaweed-based moulding paste I’d positioned against his erect cock poking through a hole in the bench. The bucket had to be kept dead still to get a perfect cast of his penis, and much as it would be a perk of my unusual job to witness his pleasure, I knew from experience a shot of cum in the mold would distort the end result and we’d be back at square one, redoing his cast. I studied the clock above the closed door to the shop front.
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