| Author: | Nathan J Morissey | ISBN: | 9781466032163 |
| Publisher: | Nathan J Morissey | Publication: | August 6, 2011 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords | Language: | English |
| Author: | Nathan J Morissey |
| ISBN: | 9781466032163 |
| Publisher: | Nathan J Morissey |
| Publication: | August 6, 2011 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords |
| Language: | English |
Ryan was Justin’s high school street sweetheart who lost his way, and wound up homeless in the gay prostitution trade on the mean streets of Las Vegas. Justin takes pity on him, and invites him to move in, but their shared past comes back to haunt them. Can they find true happiness with each other and have amazing sex on top of it? Or will Justin learn and grow from this romantic experience? This short erotic gay love story explores what it means to truly love another man.
Please note that this story contains explicit erotic and sexual content and is intended only for persons over the legal adult age. By downloading and opening this document, you are stating that you are of legal age to access and view this work of fiction. Mature readers only. Reader discretion is advised.
This work of fiction is the product of the author’s imagination. Any similarities to real life characters, places and events are unintended and purely coincidental.
Please further note that all characters depicted are of legal adult age.
Excerpt: “Justin,” he whispered in his husky voice. “I want to taste you again. Just one taste.”
I avoided looking into his sweet green eyes, because I knew I could never resist them.
“Look at me,” he murmured.
I did. Just one look and all anger-related resistance melted. As far as I was concerned, he could have me.
“Take me,” I said, breathless.
He leaned in and kissed my lips, gently massaging them. He sucked on my bottom lip. I felt lighter and lighter, like I was a balloon floating away.
He pulled back long enough to say, “God, I missed you.”
But there was that hesitant look on his face again. “If we do this, it’s just physical. Just for fun. Feelings complicate things. I might have to leave anytime, and I don’t want to hurt you.”
I held onto his lats, and then wrapped my arms around his waist. My hands touched hard, back muscle. They continued to explore his hard body, feeling his strong deltoids, bulgy biceps and ripped triceps. My hands moved to the front of his body, groping his hard pecs, chiseled abs and broad, broad chest.
Nothing but muscle.
Muscle, muscle, muscle.
Why the hell did I love man muscle so fucking much? It did so many things to both my brain and my body.
Ryan was Justin’s high school street sweetheart who lost his way, and wound up homeless in the gay prostitution trade on the mean streets of Las Vegas. Justin takes pity on him, and invites him to move in, but their shared past comes back to haunt them. Can they find true happiness with each other and have amazing sex on top of it? Or will Justin learn and grow from this romantic experience? This short erotic gay love story explores what it means to truly love another man.
Please note that this story contains explicit erotic and sexual content and is intended only for persons over the legal adult age. By downloading and opening this document, you are stating that you are of legal age to access and view this work of fiction. Mature readers only. Reader discretion is advised.
This work of fiction is the product of the author’s imagination. Any similarities to real life characters, places and events are unintended and purely coincidental.
Please further note that all characters depicted are of legal adult age.
Excerpt: “Justin,” he whispered in his husky voice. “I want to taste you again. Just one taste.”
I avoided looking into his sweet green eyes, because I knew I could never resist them.
“Look at me,” he murmured.
I did. Just one look and all anger-related resistance melted. As far as I was concerned, he could have me.
“Take me,” I said, breathless.
He leaned in and kissed my lips, gently massaging them. He sucked on my bottom lip. I felt lighter and lighter, like I was a balloon floating away.
He pulled back long enough to say, “God, I missed you.”
But there was that hesitant look on his face again. “If we do this, it’s just physical. Just for fun. Feelings complicate things. I might have to leave anytime, and I don’t want to hurt you.”
I held onto his lats, and then wrapped my arms around his waist. My hands touched hard, back muscle. They continued to explore his hard body, feeling his strong deltoids, bulgy biceps and ripped triceps. My hands moved to the front of his body, groping his hard pecs, chiseled abs and broad, broad chest.
Nothing but muscle.
Muscle, muscle, muscle.
Why the hell did I love man muscle so fucking much? It did so many things to both my brain and my body.
