Oliver is two years into college, popular, well-built and straight as they come. Life has always been pretty straightforward for the student athlete with good grades. The last thing he expects to happen when he agrees to watch the kids of the gay couple across the street is to be attracted to another man, but that was before he really knew Mr. Baker.
Ryan Baker might be in his early forties, but he’s still a complete stud. And although he’s starting to get hints that the college jock is a little attracted to him, he knows the right thing to do is stay away.
But Oliver doesn’t realize he’s playing with fire. He’s accidentally driving his boss crazy, and when Ryan catches Oliver exploring some of his new urges right out in the open, all self-restraint finally breaks …
Reader Advisory: This story is for mature audiences only and features intensely erotic situations, first time gay experiences, rough anal sex, a dominant alpha male and an increasingly curious younger college jock. All characters are 18 or older.
This story includes themes and passages that have been adapted from Jessica Whitethread’s Sitter series with full consent of the original author.
Excerpt:
By the time Mr. Baker reappeared at the foot of the stairs, now dressed in his usual professional style and running a comb through damp hair, Oliver had more or less recovered. This was the man he knew and liked in a more innocent, acceptable way. Mr. Baker was still handsome, of course. His smile could still brighten Oliver’s day. But he was familiar Mr. Baker, a good father and a good man to work for.
“Kids should be home any minute,” Mr. Baker told him. “They’re getting a ride back from a friend’s mother.”
“Alright, Mr. Baker,” Oliver said, trusting himself to speak. “Have a nice meeting.”
Mr. Baker rolled his eyes and laughed. “That’ll be the day. These meetings are always ten percent useless and ninety percent a pain in the ass. Hopefully I’m not back later than 10.”
Oliver nodded. “Well don’t rush on our account back here,” he said. “We’ll have ourselves a nice time.” Every hour he worked after the kids’ bedtime was pretty easy money, so he never minded these late evenings.
Mr. Baker smiled. “I know it. Thanks again. I’ve told you before how much it means to me that there’s someone here looking after the kids that I trust the way I trust you.”
Oliver flushed a little and made a self-effacing little gesture to cover his embarrassment.
“Well, my number’s on the fridge like always,” Mr. Baker said as he departed.
Oliver went to the window and watched as the car peeled out into the street. He sank onto the couch, his mind wandering back of its own volition to the vision of Mr. Baker in the doorway.
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