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Thursday, October 24, 2013

Brand New Steamy Story!


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Marco has always considered himself to be straight. 
That is, until an intimate massage from his roommate, Quinn, starts to make him wonder. Confused and concerned by the sudden lust for his male friend, Marco finds it harder and harder to resist the handsome blonde. 
Is it the massage that's driving him wild, or something more? 
Unable to control his sudden, aching need, Marco doesn't know what to do. 
Another massage may give him the solution. 

This story is 7,400 words of first time gay experiences, detailed scenes with slow build up, and much more!


Excerpt:

Quinn must have sensed my rising worry. “Try to relax,” he instructed me, sliding up the backs of my thighs. That didn't help me to calm down, not at all. Up he went, then down again, keeping a consistent tempo.
It went on like that for some time, the blackness of my eyelids keeping me from holding onto how long he'd been massaging me. All I knew was that the insistent ache in my core was growing.
I need to stop this, somehow... somehow I need to ask him to stop. My body was beginning to feel sluggish, resisting my internal desire to flee. Quinn was doing something to me, I just couldn't put it into words. Every delightful rub of his fingers over my flesh was turning me on, making me weaker.
He kept stopping at the top of my hamstrings, only just brushing the outside of my briefs. It sent goosebumps down my thighs every time, the tiny hairs standing up so fiercely it was close to painful. I heard my own breathing in my ears, a rumble like thunderclouds.
You want me to go higher?” he asked me, close to the nape of my neck.
I don't know, I don't know anymore. My brain was so very fuzzy, I licked my lips and said nothing. Perhaps my silence was the answer he needed.

The answer I needed.