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Passing Around His Boytoy

Published March 6, 2016

Alec has known Mr. Wobash most of his life, but it wasn’t until the college senior agreed to watch the Wobash kids for a couple evenings a week that he started spending any time alone with him. His feelings towards the older man have always been a mix of respect and intimidation, but with growing familiarity are more confusing, illicit thoughts that the curious twenty-two year old is struggling to keep secret.

But Mr. Wobash – rich, good looking, and used to getting his way – isn’t nearly so skittish about recognizing what he wants and deciding to take it. And as weeks go by, the older man starts to realize that’s exactly how he feels about the cute college kid he’s hired to watch his children.

And once Alec is his, the fun’s only started, because a man like Mr. Wobash never does things half-heartedly. What starts out as a sweet, forbidden romance starts to push boundaries in a hurry, and when Alec inadvertently shows up while Mr. Wobash has several friends visiting, he finds himself the center of some very intense attention.

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, 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:

Alec bit his lip, afraid that Mr. Wobash would turn around and see how flushed he was becoming. Even little compliments from Mr. Wobash always felt a thousand times better than any praise from Alec’s parents or anyone at his university.

He took another drink from the wine, and the heat in his face increased. The clock on the wall said it was almost midnight, but there wasn’t a single part of him that wanted to leave.

“Do you think you’ll have more evening meetings this week?” he asked.

Mr. Wobash took Alec’s hand from his shoulder and turned to sit back on the couch beside him. “Thursday, probably,” he said. “Will you be available that night?”

Alec nodded. “I’m pretty much always available, Mr. Wobash.”

He cocked his head slightly at the phrase, and again his eyes lingered on Alec’s flushed face and wandered slowly over him. It was as though Alec could physically feel his gaze following the intimate lines of his body.

Mr. Wobash put a hand out and again brushed a strand of hair off of Alec’s forehead. This time his fingers lingered on Alec’s cheek. “It’s really nice knowing that someone I trust is here when I’m away.”

Alec’s flush deepened. “I – I’m glad I -” he began, but stopped himself before he could speak his true feelings.

But it had been enough.

“Alec, you’re a really tremendous young man,” Mr. Wobash said. His thumb was resting lightly against his cheek and his hand encircled the base of Alec’s head. Alec felt his fingers in her hair. “It took me a little while to notice, but now that I’ve seen it I really can’t look away.”

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Curious for His Older Neighbor

Published February 26, 2016

It’s been two years since Jake was last home from college, but he’s not likely to forget Mr. Pollansky. The handsome, now 39-year old neighbor was always a role model for Jake as a kid, and as he got older he started to have more confusing feelings about the mature, successful family friend.

Jake’s mother volunteers him to babysit for the Pollanskys while he’s home over the summer, and when Mr. Pollansky sees the young man he’s become, it’s quite obvious Jake’s not the kid next door anymore. He knows it’s wrong to want Jake, and even worse to act on those desires, but it’s becoming more and more obvious that he just won’t be able to stop himself.

And when he takes his younger neighbor, all that pent-up lust is sure to burst through a lot faster and harder than the curious young man is ready to handle.

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:

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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The Jock and the Family Man

Published February 26, 2016

Mr. Wagner was strong, mature, and handsome, and he had never been tempted to be unfaithful to his partner by the handsome and beautiful men whose attentions he attracted. Calvin was the athletic, young college freshman that he never thought twice about hiring to babysit his two children.

Calvin always assumed he was straight, but ever since he’s been working for the gay couple across the street he finds himself thinking about Mr. Wagner in a way he’s never done before. But it’s only natural to be a bit curious, right?

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:

He laughed, and everything was alright. “Calvin, What is it about you that makes you so hard to be mad at?” he asked.

I looked up, hearing a different tone in his voice. There was a sort of fond smile on his face, and it struck me that we had sort of been getting to know each other a little bit these past couple of months since I started working for the Wagners. Even so, I had never seen him look at me like that. His eyes played over me, half-amused and half-sympathetic for the anguish I had at being late.

I didn’t really know why, but I felt my face flushing.

“Ah, will you be very late tonight?” I asked, flustered.

“No, it shouldn’t be all that long. Maybe three hours. Kids are in the den watching a movie.”

I nodded.

He stepped towards the door. “You’re look very nice this evening,” he complimented me as he glanced back.

I looked down at myself. “Oh, thanks – thank you,” I stammered, straightening. I was a little embarrassed about how long I had spent deciding on a pair of jeans and shirt, but suddenly it seemed the most natural thing in the world to try to earn a compliment like that. I guess I just respected his fashion sense. Was it strange that I suddenly felt so good? “Have a good meeting,” I called after him.

But he had already slid into his town car and didn’t hear me. I watched the lights disappear down the street and then turned back inside.

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