Naked Gay Flirt - MM Book #403
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Succumb to the allure of Xander's Party Joystick
No one flirts more or better than Xander. At a campus party, he is in his element. Whether he is flashing the subliminal invitation of his stunning smile or twerking on the dance floor with his bare cheek shining from the massive rip in his bluejeans, Xander's allure draws everyone in. Not enough? Then the 'Party Joystick' advertisement across the front of his crop-top shirt displaying his ripped abs will have you drooling for more.
Hopefully, Xander's beer muscles don't get Ty and Xander killed before the evening is over. But who knows what will be the spark that ignites the powder keg - "Xander meet Tanner."
*This book contains explicit scenes of a gay sexual nature by consenting characters who are over 19 years of age. It is intended only for readers who are 18+ years of age. If you are underage or may be offended by this topic, do not purchase this book.
Genres:
Pairings: M-M, M-M-M
Heat Level: 5
Romantic Content: 5
Ending: Click here to reveal
Character Identities: Gay
Protagonist 1 Age: 18-25
Protagonist 2 Age: 18-25
Protagonist 3 Age: 18-25
Tropes: Alpha Character, Bodyguard/Guardian Angel, Fated Mates / Soul Mates, Menage, Sex Buddies Become Lovers
Word Count: 21350
Setting: Midwest University College Students
Languages Available: English
Series Type: Continuous / Same Characters
No matter how hard I argued, I could not sway Xander’s plan to attend the campus wide party being held at the Tϴ∆ house. It was the frat house where Tanner lived. The prospect of running into Tanner scared me to death, and I was not ready to explain to Xander how I knew Tanner, much less the details of our relationship. I definitely dreaded running into Tanner at a party, considering how painful our last meeting had been in church. Nevertheless, Xander insisted we had to go.
When I suggested I wouldn’t be joining him, he said, “That is ok. I don’t mind going alone.”
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Since the goons who chased down Parker were from the Tϴ∆ frat, I had some major concerns about Xander going to the party alone, especially since he usually got beer muscles after only a couple of drinks. Consequently, I gave in and agreed to accompany him to the party.
READ MOREWe showered and got dressed for the party. I put on jeans, a T-shirt, and flip-flops. However, after further consideration, I swapped the flips for cross-training shoes. Even though I wasn’t really expecting trouble, it just didn’t seem wise to wear limited function footwear into an environment where at least some partygoers were adversarial.
Meanwhile, Xander outfitted himself with a crop top shirt, jeans, and flips. The crop top had ‘JoyStick’ printed across his chest with an arrow point downward toward his crotch. His jeans were also rather candid, but typical Xander. That pair sported major tears on the front of his right leg and the back of his left leg. As was common with cut or torn denim after multiple washings, dangling white threads decorated the edges of the tears. Those shaggy threads did not come close to covering the openings, so even the least observant party goers realized he was running commando as usual.
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After mingling amongst an enormous crowd in the backyard, Xander and I went to the keg to refill our plastic beer cups. The keg stood at the back edge of the crowd, away from the DJ. Many of the partiers were dancing to the magic of the DJ’s mix.
Xander and I stood on the back side of the keg facing toward the crowd, and he was leaning forward a bit, filling his cup from the tap. After checking to see there was no one behind us to see what I was about to do, I reached out and pulled on one of the white threads dangling from the hole in his jeans over his bare … cheek. Of course, my fingertips caressed the gorgeous skin of his …. The electric thrill I got from barely touching his perfect skin instantly zinged my fingertips, caused my entire body to shiver, and stirred things in the crotch of my jeans.
You are so damn sexy. God, I want to kiss you right now.
Xander immediately stood upright and looked at me. “Really, with so many people nearby, you picked now to fondle my …? What are you thinking? And what about your ban on public sex?”
“That wasn’t public sex. I was just flirting with you!”
“Flirting, my …. You were caressing my favorite cheek!”
“Relax! I was just flirting with your …, not fondling it. You had a thread dangling from your jeans. I was just pulling on it to get it off for you.”
“Dude, there are strings dangling from my jeans all over the place.” Xander announced with an incredulous expression.
“Did you want me to pull on all of them?”
He laughed and went back to filling his beer cup.
“Good idea! Actually, there is only one of your strings that I want to pull on, but we need a new topic of discussion, since this one is making me hard,” I said.
“Should I feel sorry for you? At least you don’t have to worry about your soldier peeking out alongside of your fly.”
“Ooh! Let me see!”
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COLLAPSE
