| Author: | Dixon Cox | ISBN: | 9781497780156 |
| Publisher: | Dirty Eros | Publication: | January 19, 2014 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | Dixon Cox |
| ISBN: | 9781497780156 |
| Publisher: | Dirty Eros |
| Publication: | January 19, 2014 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
WARNING: 3600+ WORD HARDCORE EROTICA - ADULTS ONLY
What better way to finish a long, hot sweaty workout at the gym with another workout -- in the shower? Two men discover that there's more to showering than just lathering up soap in this hot and sexy short!
EXCERPT:
...I noticed this guy behind me. I knew him — he was a regular too, a few years younger than me, who came almost every day. He was leaner than me, all muscle and sinew. I guessed he must be some kind of track athlete, because he spent most of his time on the treadmills, only sometimes branching out to weights. His legs were powerful, his smooth skin encasing enormous thigh and calf muscles.
The difference today was that he seemed to be looking at me. I self-consciously looked away — it’s rude to stare, after all — and decided it was time to take a shower and head off home. I could feel his steely eyes gazing on me as I walked out to the changing rooms, but thought nothing of it. I didn’t mind if people checked my buff body out. I’d worked hard for it and I wanted it to be admired...
WARNING: 3600+ WORD HARDCORE EROTICA - ADULTS ONLY
What better way to finish a long, hot sweaty workout at the gym with another workout -- in the shower? Two men discover that there's more to showering than just lathering up soap in this hot and sexy short!
EXCERPT:
...I noticed this guy behind me. I knew him — he was a regular too, a few years younger than me, who came almost every day. He was leaner than me, all muscle and sinew. I guessed he must be some kind of track athlete, because he spent most of his time on the treadmills, only sometimes branching out to weights. His legs were powerful, his smooth skin encasing enormous thigh and calf muscles.
The difference today was that he seemed to be looking at me. I self-consciously looked away — it’s rude to stare, after all — and decided it was time to take a shower and head off home. I could feel his steely eyes gazing on me as I walked out to the changing rooms, but thought nothing of it. I didn’t mind if people checked my buff body out. I’d worked hard for it and I wanted it to be admired...
