A Boneyard Boning

By Brock Johnson

Our intrepid engineer, Tysheem spends a Saturday morning jogging in a famous cemetery. There he meets Janet, a fit and lovely MILF who finds Tysheem just as attractive as he finds her. Instantly drawn to each other, they retreat to a neglected mausoleum where Janet satisfies her desire for virile, long and thick Black men. Tysheem is happy to fulfill her fantasy by filling her in all ways he can.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tall Tale Depot, Inc.
• Release date: May 23, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005529246

Brock Johnson

One should live one's life according one's own credo. I have always believed this. I have traveled the world and had many adventures as the captain of my own destiny. I have always been the one to have a girl in every port. I have always been the one in command of any situation in which I found myself. I have been a man who has lived life as a man ought. And because of that I give to you the experiences of a lifetime as a man who knows what he wants and gets what he wants. My stories are only slightly altered from the pages of my biography. Raised in a Florida town, I joined the Merchant Marine and traveled the world. I have seen everything worth seeing and done everything worth doing. Now I share the experiences of a life well lived, the life of a man, with you. Enjoy!

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A Boneyard Boning

by

Brock Johnson

Copyright 2022 HSB and Tall Tale Depot

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Published by Tall Tale Depot, Inc.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

All persons depicted in this fiction are consenting adults over the age of eighteen, as required by federal law.

How is it that I find my self in such situations? I'm just another guy from the Belmont section of the Bronx – you know, Arthur Avenue and all that shit – yet here I was, nailing another hot blonde. And, as always, I found myself in some exposed place – some totally inappropriate place – with my cock buried to the hilt in some luscious snatch, and just about to nut!

And this one was more inappropriate than most!

Because, what am I looking at? A broken stained glass window that had a sorrowful angel looking back at me! It was almost distracting. Better to look down at the woman sprawled across a dusty sarcophagus, final home of some too rich, but forgotten, motherfucker from the nineteenth century and admire the play of muscle in her tanned back. Or, even better, where my thick, long, and dark cock slides in and out of her stretched-open and pink pussy, the contrast between my wiry, black brush of hair and her golden-curled locks framing her pink valley of heaven – something I always love to see!

So, how the hell do I always get myself in such situations?

Maybe I ought to back up. Start from the top. Begin at the beginning. Before the beginning.

Here:

One of the great things about the Bronx – where I live – is that there are lots of parks and green spaces. Big, green places a man can run through, keep the old corpus in decent shape. I’ve done that since I was a high school teen.

Since graduating with my engineering degree, however, I find I need to do a lot more exercise to keep fit. Not like when