| Author: | Scottie Rieux | ISBN: | 9781476128337 |
| Publisher: | Scottie Rieux | Publication: | March 26, 2012 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords | Language: | English |
| Author: | Scottie Rieux |
| ISBN: | 9781476128337 |
| Publisher: | Scottie Rieux |
| Publication: | March 26, 2012 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords |
| Language: | English |
Excerpt:
A gentle hand cupped my chin and raised my head. His eyebrow arched in an unspoken question, tension crackling in the stuffy air. I looked at his kind face and nodded once, my head barely moving. We both knew the answer. He unzipped his faded denim jeans and unbuttoned the fly of his boxers. He clasped my hand in his and looked into my eyes. I allowed him to guide my hand through the dull brass teeth of his open zipper. My tentative hand ventured within his soft flannel boxers and for the first time in my life, I held another man’s cock in my hand.
...
I looked at my blurred reflection in the foggy mirror. My face was red and raw; as soon as I got home, I scrubbed away all vestiges of semen my shirt missed. I didn’t know what had come over me. I’d never considered another man sexually before, but when his manhood filled my hand in the dusty, cedar-scented wood shop, it just seemed, I don’t know, right. It was natural. His cock belonged in my hand. I belonged to him.
Excerpt:
A gentle hand cupped my chin and raised my head. His eyebrow arched in an unspoken question, tension crackling in the stuffy air. I looked at his kind face and nodded once, my head barely moving. We both knew the answer. He unzipped his faded denim jeans and unbuttoned the fly of his boxers. He clasped my hand in his and looked into my eyes. I allowed him to guide my hand through the dull brass teeth of his open zipper. My tentative hand ventured within his soft flannel boxers and for the first time in my life, I held another man’s cock in my hand.
...
I looked at my blurred reflection in the foggy mirror. My face was red and raw; as soon as I got home, I scrubbed away all vestiges of semen my shirt missed. I didn’t know what had come over me. I’d never considered another man sexually before, but when his manhood filled my hand in the dusty, cedar-scented wood shop, it just seemed, I don’t know, right. It was natural. His cock belonged in my hand. I belonged to him.
