STORY EXCERPT

Without help, Tyler Morgan was going to fail chemistry. Every time he started to grasp the math involved, there was some new relationship between electrons or ions or whatever the damn things were that put him right back to square one. Tyler knew he wasn’t stupid. He wouldn’t have made it to his junior year of college if he was. However, if he didn’t get help with this class, he was going to fail, and then he wouldn’t graduate.

“And then where will I be?” His worst nightmare would be to become one of those eternal students who just kept plodding along but never really got anywhere. More than anything in the world, Tyler wanted to finish his schooling, graduate, and then start working as an arson investigator.

Fire absolutely fascinated him. Ever since a demonstration during his senior year of high school, investigating arsons had been his dream job. And he’d mastered everything that went with his chosen field. Everything, that is, but for the finer points of chemistry. What irked him to no end was that he needed this class to get his degree, but he would never use these ideas in his day-to-day work. Knowing the details of how the electrons went together didn’t matter as much as understanding the chemical components themselves—and that he grasped. It was those damn details that tripped him up.

What made Tyler more frantic was that if he didn’t keep a steady C average, he’d lose his first-string spot on the Grizzlies football team. Next to learning all there was to know about how fires were set and how they accelerated, Tyler loved playing ball. The thought of not being with his teammates, not ever putting on his jersey and taking up his position as defensive guard again, made him desperate. Tyler would do anything. Even something that wasn’t quite kosher.

“Well, I’m not there yet,” Tyler reminded himself.

Brandon Sanders, the team quarterback, had been the one to suggest Tyler hire his roommate, Evan. Brandon said Evan was smart as hell and twice as hot. Tyler had rolled his eyes dismissively. He didn’t care what the guy looked like. But at least Brandon hadn’t assumed like everyone else that Tyler wanted to hook up with Kevin Henderson.

Tyler and Kevin were about as tight as two guys could be, but they didn’t have the hots for each other. Which actually kind of amazed Tyler once he found out Kevin was as gay as he was. In fact, during the bus ride to the Grizzlies last away game, damn near every guy on first string had come out of the closet and openly admitted to being gay. As incredible as it was, it also caused a lot of speculation about who was going to hook up with whom. Everyone just assumed Tyler and Kevin were already slipping each other the salami and now would fess up since it was all out in the open. But they weren’t. Kevin was a great friend, but he and Tyler were far too much alike to ever work as a couple. Besides, Tyler had much bigger issues to deal with, like his grades.

“Evan’s really brainy, and he doesn’t charge all that much.” Brandon wrote out Evan’s cell phone number.

“If Evan can get me a passing grade, I’ll give him a card for unlimited free blow jobs.” Tyler was that worried, but his joke barely cracked a smile on Brandon’s perfect face.

“I don’t think you’ll have to go that far.” Brandon handed over Evan’s cell number. “I don’t think he’ll demand sexual favors in exchange for tutoring you.”

“I don’t care if I have to sell a kidney, I’m going to pass this class.”

“Just call Evan. I think he charges seventy-five bucks an hour.”

“Yikes.” Tyler hadn’t realized getting some tutoring would be so expensive. “Hell, I could hire a hooker for that.”

“I thought you liked guys.”

“I do. And for seventy-five bucks I could afford two male hookers.”

Brandon laughed. “With your looks, I don’t think you’d have to pay.”

“Thanks.” Tyler had always banked on his appearance. Having thick blond hair and big, innocent blue eyes had never let him down before. It also didn’t hurt that he had the body of a sculpted marble statue and the hard cock of a porn star. Not like he was full of himself. Well, maybe a little. 

“And if you’re really pressed money-wise, I’m sure Evan would be willing to barter. He’s a really cool guy.”

Tyler had stuffed Evan’s number in his pocket, rushed to class, then called Evan as soon as the last bell rang. In short order, Tyler had a meeting with Evan in the library.

As he jogged across campus, Tyler tried not to think of how sexy Evan’s voice had been, even over the speaker of his crappy cell phone. This was business, not pleasure. But there was something also strangely familiar about Evan’s voice. Tyler chalked it up to the fact he probably had the guy in one of his classes.

“Keep your head in the game,” Tyler told himself as he entered the library. Good advice. And he was going to need it if the dark-haired hunk at the center table was Evan.

Damn.

His short brown hair was slightly tousled, like maybe he’d just rolled out of bed. Evan’s black T-shirt draped over his muscular chest like a long-lost lover’s caress. For the first time ever, Tyler envied a shirt. When he dropped his gaze, he changed his mind. Seeing the way Evan’s jeans cupped a prodigious bulge, Tyler envied a pair of pants. Hell, he’d like to be Evan’s entire outfit from the nape of his neck right down to the cup of his knee.

What was that word that Brandon’s boyfriend used? Fuckalicious. Yeah. Evan was totally fuckalicious. And according to Brandon he was smart, too. Shaking his head, Tyler reminded himself he was here to learn, not score.

ADULT EXCERPT

Evan was almost holding his breath, waiting for contact, and that’s what settled Tyler on how to begin the erotic torture of his virgin lover.

Leaning forward, Tyler lowered his face to Evan’s balls and breathed out ever so slowly.

“Oh, God.” Evan’s hands rose from the bench.

“Put them back or I’ll stop.”

With a frustrated sigh, Evan put his hands back over his head.

“Every time you move, I’ll not only stop, I’ll start all over again.” Tyler pressed his face even closer to Evan’s sac to ensure his hot breath caressed him. “Do you understand?”

“Y—Yes.” Evan’s thighs tensed, displaying the power of his body. 

Tyler was so riveted with the idea of controlling Evan he didn’t even bother to check out their reflection in the mirror. His focus was on doing exactly what Evan said he wanted. Tyler was going to get him super turned on and then keep him on that edge for as long as he could.

“I like that you don’t wax your sac. There is nothing as sexy as a hot, hairy, and hung guy.” Each word caressed Evan’s genitals with Tyler’s moist breath. Evan squirmed deliciously but didn’t move his hands. “Such a sweet sac.” Tyler extended his tongue and licked his way from the edge to the base of Evan’s cock.

Evan exhaled a long, slow oh of pleasure and parted his knees a bit wider.

“Technically you moved, but I’ll let that infraction pass.” Tyler licked him again, loving the taste of his light, clean sweat and the almost imperceptible shiver that rolled through Evan’s solid frame. “Holding still is more difficult than you thought, isn’t it?”

“Yes.” Evan swallowed hard. “Remember when I suggested an hour of this? I don’t think I’m going to last five minutes.”

“You’ll last as long as I want you to last.”

Evan’s plaintive whimper was the sexiest noise Tyler had ever heard. When he licked his way up from his balls and got to work on his shaft, Tyler saw a thin thread of sticky pre-cum trailing from the tip of his prick to the edge of his belly button. Reaching up, Tyler teased his finger over the filament, breaking it in half. Placing a series of openmouthed kisses on his pulsing shaft, he also slicked his fingertip around the crown.

“Tyler...” Evan’s voice trailed off with a breathless, wistful note.

“Yes?” Tyler upped his torment by continuing to kiss Evan’s shaft while stroking his head, but he added the teasing of a finger between his tight buns.

A groan rumbled through Evan, shaking the bench they were on. No words could ever convey how obviously enraptured Evan was, but those animalistic sounds made his torment clear. Tyler couldn’t help but feel entirely justified in being a bit full of himself, at least as far as bedroom skills went. In a matter of seconds, he had Evan at the edge, and now he was going to hold him right there.

“I want you to lift and spread your legs. Hold them wide by cupping the back of your knees.”

Evan’s rippled abs went taut as he displayed himself to Tyler. His beautiful body was perfectly balanced and fully exposed to Tyler’s continued erotic torture.

“That made your ass so tight.” Tyler slid his fingertip around Evan’s pucker, edging toward the center of the starburst.

Evan panted, but not from strain. With his physique, he could hold himself wide for half the day without breaking a sweat. What was making him breathe hard and tremble was holding still for the thoroughly tormenting caresses of Tyler’s hands and mouth.

“Such a tight ass and such a hard prick.” Straightening Evan’s cock with his fist, Tyler worked his tongue around his mushroom head, thrilled by the way Evan groaned. When Tyler cupped and tugged on his balls, Evan murmured a series of nonsensical pleading words. “I’m sorry, what was that?”

Right as Evan parted his lips to speak, Tyler slipped his finger into his ass. Wonderfully tight and terribly sensitive, Evan’s rectum clenched down hard around his digit.

“You like that?”

There were no words to describe the sound that filled the locker room. Pleasure, rapture, longing, lust—all of those noises merged into a cry that twitched Tyler’s prick against the bench. Eliciting that sound from Evan made Tyler so proud he couldn’t help but grin.

Babbling in incoherent groans, Evan held himself so perfectly still that Tyler knew he was terrified to ruin the game and cause Tyler to stop. Knowing that he had Evan at his mercy was heady, and yet Tyler realized the responsibility Evan had placed in his hands. Evan trusted him. And Tyler wouldn’t break that trust.

For as long as he could, Tyler held Evan on the brink of climax. Evan was so close to tumbling over that edge, but right as he started to fall, Tyler caught him and brought him back.

“Let me come. Please.”

Over and again Tyler tormented Evan, loving the way his longing grew. Loving the way his penis twitched. But most of all, Tyler loved the way Evan’s mouth parted with unspoken words, then grimaced with determination, then puckered with the obvious hunger to wrap around Tyler’s cock. As much as Tyler wanted to indulge that need of Evan’s, he was having more fun teasing him from below.

“I’m going to let you come, Evan.”

“Thank you. God, yes, Tyler, thank you.”

“But not now.”

Never had he heard anything as hot as Evan’s disappointed whimper.

“What I’m going to do is plant my cock right against your sweet ass.” Tyler sat up until the tip of his dick nestled between Evan’s buns. “And then I’m going to stroke my cock and your cock.” Tyler gave Evan a moment to picture what he intended to do. “And then I’m going to cream all over your virgin hole.” A low whimper thrilled Tyler. “And you are going to sit there, with your legs spread wide, and let me.”