Johnny Redcob is a New Age masseur and a cuckolder.
Description
Johnny Redcob was a taciturn thornrust mountain of a man, his noble face carved as if from the sturdiest clay. He had broad shoulders and a powerful chest, and he was shockingly tall, well over six and a half feet, so large that he had a potent baritone rumble to his voice. He spoke like a distant thunder that was nearer than it seemed.
The door opened. Johnny Redcob was shirtless, exactly as he had been described to Avery: a tan-horse stallion, broad-shouldered, bronzed like a sun-aged statue, flat belly rippling with muscle, long flowing hair extending well past his smooth neck. He smelled of sunshine and sagegrass, and his caramel brown eyes sent a thrill up Avery’s spine.
“Oh. You’re not Nancy.” His voice was low and rumbling like gathering stormclouds of sultry silk. When his mouth opened, a breeze picked up and sent a few stray strands of his hair aloft. The wind smelled of meadows and leaf litter, a heady mixture of sunshiney brightness and earthy rot. Johnny Redcob frowned at Avery and ran his fingers through his hair.
There were a few beads of sweat clinging to his chest. He inhaled deeply of the man’s musky scent as he walked in. It was nose-wrinkling, fresh yet dirty, stale and clean and sweet all at once. It made Avery want to lick his broad chest clean. Inside the trailer, it smelled like incense, with potent clouds of patchouli and sweetgrass filling the air. His hair seemed always to be blowing in a breeze, though Avery did not see or feel a fan in the trailer.
From The Masseur
His massive frame towered over everyone here. Johnny Redcob was well over six and a half feet tall, with shoulders as broad as a horse. He had smooth, sharp features like a carved hawk, and his umber skin gleamed in the dim light of late-night Lipsweet. He wore a black tee shirt and leather vest.
Johnny Redcob’s New Age Healing Center
Avery nervously approached the trailer on the side of the road. The “Redcob Healing Lodge” was a trailer that had been adapted into a New Age center for massage, healing and enlightenment. It wasn’t in a trailer park, it was just a trailer in a dusty spot off the road. The land was Johnny Redcob’s — he had gotten a chunk of the land from the government when it was given to his tribe, the Towunkim. It did not look like a New Age center. It looked like a hobo encampment that could only attract one hobo. There were tee shirts and jeans hung up to dry, a beat-up acoustic guitar slowly rotting in the rain and a dismal arrangement of mismatched lawn furniture.
From The Masseur
Books
Johnny Redcob the Bouncer: Johnny Redcob works as a bouncer, which means he gets into all kinds of scrapes and crazy situations… and quite a few of them involve another man, no women and lots of thrusting! He’s not averse to sticking his manhood where the sun don’t shine. Luckily, he’s got plenty of meat to spare! Can he handle the rough-edged nightlife of the strip club Lipsweet?!
The Masseur: Avery visits the New Age healing spot of a hunky Native American masseur known for seducing married women. Luckily Avery’s got enough dough to get a little more than a massage. Can Avery talk Johnny Redcob into giving up a taste of his alpha male meat?!
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