Chapter 9 CALLAN The smell of grilling salmon fills my nose, but the only thing I can taste is the lingering flavor of Diego’s cock in the back of my throat. I groan quietly to myself and subtly reach down to adjust my aching erection in my shorts,...
Chapter 25 DIEGO “Damn, this place is nice. You’re not looking for a roommate, are you?” Fender asks, stepping into my living room with a case of beer under his arm. “Why are you always acting like you can’t afford to live alone?...
Chapter 22 DIEGO My laughter echoes in the stairway as Callan curses behind me, catching the door just before it swings closed in his face. Slapshot is still panting like he’s the one who just sprinted half a block and is now racing up the stairs instead of being carried like a football under my...
Chapter 8 CALLAN Diego stares at me like I just broke his entire brain. Shit, maybe I shouldn’t have said that? He was obviously hinting though, wasn’t he? His cheeks turn a light shade of pink and he drags in a deep breath,...
Chapter 7 CALLAN I hold my finger on the buzzer a few seconds longer than necessary, hoping that it’s making an obnoxious sound on the other end. Then I let off, wait ten seconds, and do it again. By the third time,...