MN Manmacker's mansploitation
“Don’t let ya woman control you. She ain’t even ya woman, Smooches. You gettin’ distracted by potential skirt.”
Buck shrugged. “A man oughta choose his own way,” he said. “Don’t let ya woman control you. She ain’t even ya woman, Smooches. You gettin’ distracted by potential skirt.” Buck chuckled. Buck swung his hips left and right to make his foot-long slab slap against his thighs. He laughed like a kid at the slappity-thwack sound it made.
You ain’t in some flooze trap in a port town no more, son. You in civilized society now. Best act propuh.
“Then take her home. You got a right to despoil a female in yo’ own home, so long as you don’t drag her in there,” Officer Goober said. He wagged his finger at Buck. “This ain’t a red-light district. You on the mary-jane, son?”
“No! I ain’t a hippie,” Buck said.
“You ain’t under arrest, but I’m taking you to the jailhouse,” Officer Goober said. “You can sleep it off there. No charges filed. I understand you strugglin’ to recommendate to the civilian life. You gotsta get a handle on yo’self. You ain’t in some flooze trap in a port town no more, son. You in civilized society now. Best act propuh.” Then he added with a derisive sneer, “No coppin’ no feels on Goober’s watch, nossuh.”
It’s 1969, and hillbilly veteran Buck Sampson is home from Vietnam, while his bunkmate Smooches is a free love hippie. Can they find a way to live together? Buck’s big, tough and intimidating to Smooches, who cowers before him. But they just might have a couple things in common too…
Then when the lights go out, Buck is ready to drain his balls even without any women. Can Smooches survive his manly ways?!
