| Author: | Tanner | ISBN: | 9781618451279 |
| Publisher: | Beau to Beau Books | Publication: | October 11, 2012 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | Tanner |
| ISBN: | 9781618451279 |
| Publisher: | Beau to Beau Books |
| Publication: | October 11, 2012 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
Office and Construction Workers, Frat Guys and Farm Boys; Bedtime stories for guys who don’t wanna go right to sleep.
“Are you serious?” Javier grinned as he handed the invitation back to me. “You’d pay me two hundred bucks to pretend I’m your boyfriend for this ceremony? I just have to go to Chicago for the weekend – hotel and food on you – and hang on you at the reception?
“Yep. No kissing or groping, just flirt like you mean it and hold my hand now and then. You in?”
“That’s half a car payment, man. I’m in!” My sexy Puerto Rican coworker laughed as he stuck his wide hand out and grabbed mine. “See, I ain’t afraid of holdin’ hands with no guy!”
The following Saturday the ceremony went just as I had hoped. The couple walked down the aisle, words were exchanged, then the ballroom was opened for a huge sit down dinner. I got to introduce Javier, who thoughtfully nuzzled into me at just the right second, as my ex let his eyes rove up and down my sexy “date” without a clue that the sexy Puerto Rican was as straight as a Marine DI was supposed to be.
Later, much later, we stumbled back to the room, not drunk, but buzzed enough to make us both happy.
“I don’t know about you, but I’ve wanted to mess around for a long time. This just made it convenient.” Javier smiled as his fingers ran down the length of me.
Leaning back against the wall, I could do nothing but sigh deeply as Javier worked me over.
Office and Construction Workers, Frat Guys and Farm Boys; Bedtime stories for guys who don’t wanna go right to sleep.
“Are you serious?” Javier grinned as he handed the invitation back to me. “You’d pay me two hundred bucks to pretend I’m your boyfriend for this ceremony? I just have to go to Chicago for the weekend – hotel and food on you – and hang on you at the reception?
“Yep. No kissing or groping, just flirt like you mean it and hold my hand now and then. You in?”
“That’s half a car payment, man. I’m in!” My sexy Puerto Rican coworker laughed as he stuck his wide hand out and grabbed mine. “See, I ain’t afraid of holdin’ hands with no guy!”
The following Saturday the ceremony went just as I had hoped. The couple walked down the aisle, words were exchanged, then the ballroom was opened for a huge sit down dinner. I got to introduce Javier, who thoughtfully nuzzled into me at just the right second, as my ex let his eyes rove up and down my sexy “date” without a clue that the sexy Puerto Rican was as straight as a Marine DI was supposed to be.
Later, much later, we stumbled back to the room, not drunk, but buzzed enough to make us both happy.
“I don’t know about you, but I’ve wanted to mess around for a long time. This just made it convenient.” Javier smiled as his fingers ran down the length of me.
Leaning back against the wall, I could do nothing but sigh deeply as Javier worked me over.
