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How far would you go to help your boyfriend further his career prospects?
Young uni student, Cal, lives with his uni lecturer boyfriend, Rhys, who is so desperate for tenure he takes it upon himself to organise the entertainment for the gay wedding of one of Cal’s professors. When the bachelor party stripper cancels at the last minute, Rhys persuades Cal to do the job masked as cult comic book hero, Buck Naked, so no one will know his identity. Rhys assures him there’s a lot of money involved although no sexual contact. But can Cal believe him?
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Publisher: loveyoudivine Alterotica |
Heat Level: 5 out of 5 |
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Ebook ISBN: 9781600545429 |
Formats Available: pdf, prc, lit, zipped html, lrf, epub. |
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Length: 32pdf pages / 8155 words |
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Excerpt: |
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May contain sexually explicit scenes. |
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My body’s natural rhythm took over. I bumped and grinded my way among the guests who hooted and hollered their appreciation, expressing it with their fingers and hands, copping a feel or squeezing their fingers into my bubble butt. Their faces lit up like a Christmas tree as they made contact with the lube, sliding in easily, their expectations rising as rapidly as their cocks. It also lubricated their appreciation of my performance, which they began to show in a mercenary manner by slipping cash into the bands of my shorts or in the tops of my boots.
Reluctantly, I had to admit I was getting turned on by all the attention. All those hands caressing my body, rubbing my six-pack and squeezing my ass, fumbling attempts to prise my ever hardening cock from my shorts. I slithered over to Rhys, who sat a little apart from the others, and perched on his knees giving him his very personal lap dance. I leaned in to his ear. “Hope you’re enjoying watching your boyfriend make a slut of himself.” I knew he was as his cock twitched beneath my butt. I ground down extra hard. “Just wait until I get you home alone tonight.”
He groaned in expectation.
Truth be told I was super turned on. Exhibitionism came easy to me now that I was no longer the tubby little butterball of my teen years. Those dreaded years in which I desperately hated to share the showers after sport because I was ridiculed and reviled, every glance in the mirror a constant reminder of my lack of desirability. Those years were indelibly etched in my memory. As was my sudden sprouting at 16 and my appreciation of physical contact and my pursuit of the body trim, taut and terrific—mine as well as others. It now looked as if it had paid off, and I was reaping the benefits...financially. |
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