Vintage Pulp and Original Gay Erotica
Excerpt
My damn key wouldn’t work in my patio door lock. Fuck! I was going to have to change the damn lock.
“Havin’ trouble?” Jesus. The voice in the darkness frightened me. I turned to see a kid with tousled, blond hair and wearing brief, blue gym shorts. He was staring at me.
“Uh, yeah… I guess I am. You scared me!”
He smiled, his white teeth almost lighting up the dark. That was the second dazzling smile I’d been flashed in the last hour. “Yeah… I can see that. I didn’t mean to.”
“What are you doing back here?”
“Looking for my dog. But I’d rather find you.” He kept staring at me and I wondered if he was stoned. He sure as hell was acting like it.
“Well, I’m not a dog.”
His shiny eyes looked me up and down. “No… you sure ain’t!” He was stoned!
Even in the dim light I could see that his eyes were all dark, wide pupils. Ah, my key finally turned in the damn lock. “Why don’t you invite me in for a drink?”
“What about your dog?”
“He can wait… I can’t.” He moved close to me and ran his hand over my ass.
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