| Author: | Nathan J Morissey | ISBN: | 9781465815231 |
| Publisher: | Nathan J Morissey | Publication: | November 28, 2011 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords | Language: | English |
| Author: | Nathan J Morissey |
| ISBN: | 9781465815231 |
| Publisher: | Nathan J Morissey |
| Publication: | November 28, 2011 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords |
| Language: | English |
When your friend confesses that he has a serious sexual disorder called Persistent Sexual Arousal Disorder, the only cure is to have sex with the object of his arousal, the hot college babysitter. You and your other friend join in for a gang-banging good time. Come along on this exciting journey of sexual discovery.
Please note that this story contain explicit erotic and sexual content. 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.
Disclaimer: The following story is for entertainment purposes only. The author takes no legal responsibility for any results of the sexual acts depicted in this story if you choose to practice them. Safe sex is encouraged and should always be practiced.
Word Count: 6000 words
Excerpt: He let out a deep breath. “You guys remember my reputation back in college?”
Jerry cracked a grin. “Sure. You were the Horniest Gay Guy on Campus. Who could forget that?”
Jerry and I exchanged nostalgic glances. I grinned. Making fun of Tom for his ravenous, insatiable sexual appetite – those were good times. The good old days.
On the other hand, Tom did not smile. With a somber expression on his face, he said, “I have news for you, my friends.”
His low, grave voice wiped the smiles off our faces.
I grew concerned. “What’s the matter? Is everything OK?”
He clasped his hands. “Last week, I went to the doctor for my problem.” He emphasized the word problem. Of course, Jerry and I knew right away what he was talking about.
He sighed, and then continued. “I’ve been diagnosed with a medical disorder. It’s called Persistent Sexual Arousal Syndrome.”
I raised my eyebrows. So I was right.
Tom looked at Chase. “It means that I’m extremely aroused in the presence of hot young men. Like him.” He jerked his thumb toward Chase, who was now taking off his white sweater, revealing a wide, broad, muscled chest.
He went on, “I mean, so are most gay men, but in my case, it’s extreme. So extreme, in fact, that if I don’t have sex with the stimulus right away, I could die.” His face went white as he lowered his voice.
Jerry cleared his throat. “Let me get this straight. If you don’t have sex with young hot men, you could die?”
Tom nodded solemnly.
When your friend confesses that he has a serious sexual disorder called Persistent Sexual Arousal Disorder, the only cure is to have sex with the object of his arousal, the hot college babysitter. You and your other friend join in for a gang-banging good time. Come along on this exciting journey of sexual discovery.
Please note that this story contain explicit erotic and sexual content. 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.
Disclaimer: The following story is for entertainment purposes only. The author takes no legal responsibility for any results of the sexual acts depicted in this story if you choose to practice them. Safe sex is encouraged and should always be practiced.
Word Count: 6000 words
Excerpt: He let out a deep breath. “You guys remember my reputation back in college?”
Jerry cracked a grin. “Sure. You were the Horniest Gay Guy on Campus. Who could forget that?”
Jerry and I exchanged nostalgic glances. I grinned. Making fun of Tom for his ravenous, insatiable sexual appetite – those were good times. The good old days.
On the other hand, Tom did not smile. With a somber expression on his face, he said, “I have news for you, my friends.”
His low, grave voice wiped the smiles off our faces.
I grew concerned. “What’s the matter? Is everything OK?”
He clasped his hands. “Last week, I went to the doctor for my problem.” He emphasized the word problem. Of course, Jerry and I knew right away what he was talking about.
He sighed, and then continued. “I’ve been diagnosed with a medical disorder. It’s called Persistent Sexual Arousal Syndrome.”
I raised my eyebrows. So I was right.
Tom looked at Chase. “It means that I’m extremely aroused in the presence of hot young men. Like him.” He jerked his thumb toward Chase, who was now taking off his white sweater, revealing a wide, broad, muscled chest.
He went on, “I mean, so are most gay men, but in my case, it’s extreme. So extreme, in fact, that if I don’t have sex with the stimulus right away, I could die.” His face went white as he lowered his voice.
Jerry cleared his throat. “Let me get this straight. If you don’t have sex with young hot men, you could die?”
Tom nodded solemnly.
