Chapter 15 PERCY I tug on the collar of my polo shirt as I make my way up the stairs to Fender and Butch’s apartment. Did I over dress? Maybe I should have taken Juno up on their offer to let me raid their wardrobe for tonight,...
Chapter 8 PERCY It might be wishful thinking, but after almost two weeks of training with Butch, I think the sleeves on my polo shirt are just a little bit tighter. I glance up at my office door to make sure there aren’t any students lurking,...
Chapter 13 PERCY “Breathe,” Butch reminds me in that deep, encouraging voice of his. “I know it’s a lot, but you can do it. Bear down and keep breathing.” My body quakes and I can feel the beads of sweat forming,...
Chapter 6 PERCY Thank god for the fall chill in the air, cooling the sweat on my skin immediately as I step out of Crossing Swords with my heart pounding and my cock hard. It’s not very often I feel glad that my dick is so small,...
Chapter 11 PERCY I’d love to blame my tossing and turning on the hard ground or that the hot dogs Butch helped me cook over the fire for dinner just aren’t sitting right, but I can’t lie to myself that the real reason I’m staring up at the dark nylon ceiling of my tent,...