
Bluegrass Haze (When Straight Guys Go Gay)
With the house to himself for the weekend, Brandon Michaels had planned an easy going get-together with a few of his closest friends but, after they all dropped out, he was left alone in the company of Kyle Watkins, the erstwhile new boy in town.Content enough to pass the time of day in each other’s company, Brandon and Kyle indulge in an alcohol and weed inspired voyage of discovery as their pre-...
File Size: 375 KB
Print Length: 33 pages
Simultaneous Device Usage: Unlimited
Publisher: Zargodesign Publishing (August 7, 2013)
Publication Date: August 7, 2013
Sold by: Amazon Digital Services LLC
Language: English
ASIN: B00EE9S4LK
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“Loved it! This is the second book I've read by this writer and I really enjoyed it. It was so hot and just juicy. I'm not one for weed smoking but hey it helped to break down the walls and Brandon and Kyle found something with each other. The editing...”
eld definitions of their own sexuality become blurred in the ‘Bluegrass Haze’.*9,000 words****PUBLISHER’S NOTE: This story contains graphic descriptions of homosexual activity. Please do not purchase if you are under the age of 18 or likely to find such material offensive.***EXCERPT:“Have you ever measured your cock dude, you know, out of curiosity?”“What…erm, no, never,” I replied lazily, too stoned to even contemplate which direction the conversation was heading in.“Well, I’m seven and a half inches,” he said, extending his thumb and forefinger to the tip and the base of his cock, “so you must be…” He reached across and pressed his two, still extended, digits against the length of my rigid shaft, his forefinger resting just underneath the foreskin covered head. “You must be about eight and half, perhaps nearly nine.”I gasped loudly as the tips of his thumb and forefinger made contact with the soft, tight skin. Part of me wanted to shout ‘Hey, get off!’ Part of me wanted to push his hands away. Part of me wanted to get up and run out of the room, but I did none of these things. As his fingers lingered a little longer than they needed to for solely measuring purposes, my cock noticeably throbbed as I felt that familiar tingle emanate throughout my whole body. Another milestone had been reached, another landmark passed. When his hand eventually drifted back towards his own cock, I groaned out loud in an unholy mismatch of regret and relief.
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