Corrupting the youth and helping them cum of age, the older male studs of this three story bundle didn’t know they wanted to take advantage of the younger guys they had working for them until it was too late. Once things heat up, being “straight” is as much of an obstacle as an extra button on a tight shirt. Don’t miss out on enough hot action to keep you turned on for the next week.
Reader Advisory: This story is for mature audiences only and features intensely erotic situations, first time gay experiences, rough anal sex, multiple partners, group menage, dominant alpha males, curious younger college jocks, submissiveness and dominance. All characters are 18 or older.
Excerpt:
He stopped and poured a glass of water and handed it to me. “I feel like I should be offering you something stronger,” he joked. “Your parents would kill me, of course. But you’re not really their little boy anymore, are you?”
I brought the glass to my face and drank to avoid trusting myself to answer. Why couldn’t I stop flushing? It made me feel like a kid again, the way any little thing he said made my heart race and my face go up in flames.
He shook himself, as though rebuking himself for what he had just said.
“Anyways, you remember the house well enough, right? This is the kitchen. The laundry room’s downstairs. Bathrooms are in the hallway on both floors.” He pointed down the hall. “We keep all the medical things in that closet.” He rubbed a hand over the stubble on his chin. “Let’s see, what am I forgetting?”
Without meaning to, I found myself staring at him openly as he thought. His hand was wide and strong as he rubbed his chin. His face was as handsome as I remembered it. His features were strong and good-natured, and his crystal blue eyes were resting on the table as he tried to remember everything he needed to go over. Short, dark hair just brushed the top of his forehead.
He was in his late thirties by now, but still in great shape. I remember hearing he had been a bit of a track star when he was in college, but when I had asked him about it, wide-eyed and excited, he had just laughed and told me those days were behind him. Seeing him here and now was bringing back an unwelcome rush of memories … nights of hot disappointment and frustrated confusion about why I felt this way about him, a way I wasn’t supposed to and could never tell him about. But … the way he had looked at me on the doorstep was different.
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