Taking the Bait
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by Barry Lowe
Category: Erotica/Gay-Lesbian Erotica/Mainstream
Description: What do you do when you hold the economic future of your old hometown in the palm of your hand, especially when you still carry physical and emotional scars from the way the town treated you? And what if the son of your worst enemy is dangled as bait? Greg returns to the coastal town where he lived until the night he was brutally raped by his best friends and carved open with a broken bottle. He is there to decide whether the town will be left the quiet backwater it has always been or whether developers will be allowed in to bring a new economic prosperity. His nemesis's future is riding on the outcome, and to get the decision he wants, he's willing to sacrifice his own son, Todd. But Todd has his own agenda.
eBook Publisher: loveyoudivine, 2010 2010
eBookwise Release Date: July 2010
23 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [31 KB]
Reading time: 15-21 min.
He stood under the shower at the Seaspray Surf and Lifesaving Club, just north of Sydney. And he really was beautiful. The refracted sunlight through the beer glass tiles added to the luster of his tan. His impossibly perfect torso was caressed by the cascading water, his hair limp and dark over his softly chiseled face. He had a nipple ring that looked comfortably at home on his luscious chest, and a dragon tattoo that hugged his back like a proprietorial lover. But my attention was attracted by his muscular hand pumping his slim, tanned cock with such force the veins stood out on his forearms.
Without glancing my way, he knew I was watching. He was performing for me, so I felt like holding up a placard with a bold 10 on it like they do at diving competitions. Instead, I just said, "Put it away, son. I know who you are." He glanced over through his mop of straggly hair matted with sun and saltwater, uncertain whether to continue.
"You're one of Eric Layton's sons, aren't you? Not sure which one but..."
"Todd," he muttered sheepishly as his cock began deflating. "You don't like?" he asked, meaning himself.
"Oh, I like a lot," I said and meant it. "But I'm not a complete fool."
I was hoping to read disappointment in his features, but if it was there I missed it. "Why don't you dry off and I'll see you outside," I said. He nodded and began to spray the salt from his body. I took one last appreciative glance and he caught me. He smiled at the compliment.