The Third Floor
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by Stephani Hecht
Category: Erotica/Gay-Lesbian Erotica/Romance
Description: Elliot had never liked scary movies, horror stories or Halloween, so he's less than pleased to find himself working in a haunted house for all of October. Not just any haunted house either, but Beelzebub's Dungeon, the biggest, cheesiest and most popular haunted attraction in Michigan. Elliot has no choice but work there, however, since he's faced with mounting college bills. Then things become all the more difficult when he's forced to deal with a new employee, Bryson. Not only is Bryson actually excited about working at Bub's Dungeon, but he's annoyingly cute. Neither of which Elliot has the patience for the moment. Then Bryson gets it into his adorable, blond head to solve the mystery of the Third Floor. For years, rumors have abounded about a murder that took place there ten years ago. The killer was never found and Bryson has made it his own personal mission to make sure justice is served. Despite his misgivings, Elliot finds himself drawn into Bryson's investigation and is soon neck deep in trouble. To make things even worse, Elliot's becoming attached to the cute menace. Then when the killer realizes just how close they are to discovering the truth, he strikes out at the men. Will Elliot be able to protect Bryson or will they just become another tragic tale at Beelzebub's Dungeon?
eBook Publisher: eXtasy eBooks/eXtasybooks, 2010 2010
eBookwise Release Date: December 2010
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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [53 KB]
Reading time: 29-41 min.
"You're not the only one who can make snap judgments about others," Bryson pointed out. He couldn't wait to turn the tables on the arrogant, smug know-it-all. Elliot gave that knowing smirk that Bryson was quickly growing to hate.
"Is that so? Then you must share what you think about me? I'm just giddy with anticipation."
Bryson nearly rubbed his hands together in glee. He couldn't believe the overconfident jerk actually asked for it. "You're an intellectual...or at least you like to think you are. In reality, you're just as insecure and unsure about life as the rest of us. The reason you're afraid to go to the clubs and meet others is that you'll find out how small and insignificant you truly are."
"Really? Is that the best you could come up with?" Some of the bluster seemed to leave Elliot's face.
"No, there's more." Bryson leaned in, really warming up to the subject. "You like to think you're better than guys like me, but inside, you're way more insecure than I'll ever be. I'd even go so far as to say you're nothing but a great, big coward."
"You couldn't be more wrong." Elliot tossed the money he'd been counting down in disgust and finally gave Bryson his full attention.
"I'm right and it kills you to know it. Do you want to know why I think you're a great big scardy pants?" Bryson leaned in even closer.
"No, but I get the feeling you're going to tell me anyhow."
"Because while you're too afraid to live life to the fullest. I'm out there letting go and being who I am."
"If letting go means getting fired for fucking in some nursing home break room, you can have it," Elliot snapped.
"It wasn't fucking, just a quick blow job," Bryson countered.
"That makes it even more pathetic. Was that brief five minutes of pleasure worth losing your job over?"
Bryson only had to think that one over a couple seconds. 'Yeah, you should have been there."
"I'm sure I didn't miss much."
"Oh, it was fantastic." Bryson made a big show of slowly licking his lips. "Dr. Larson, down on his knees, his lips wrapped around my cock. How he looked up with those sweet green eyes, his expression just begging me to come in his mouth."
Elliot made a soft sound.
It may have been a gasp or a whimper, Bryson wasn't quite sure which one.
"Are you trying to tell me that it was a doctor who sucked you off?"
"Yeah, he wanted it bad, too, but I made him wait for a few weeks before I finally gave in. "
"Wasn't he a lot older than you?" Elliot swallowed loudly as his gaze drifted down to Bryson's cock.
Bryson's dick had grown hard the instant he'd started to tell the story, but he made no move to hide that fact from Elliot. Just the opposite, he rubbed it with the heel of his hand and let out a slow moan. "Dr. Larson was only fifteen years older than me. He was a fucking god in the looks department, too."
"Then why did you play hard to get? Somehow I don't see you normally playing that role." Elliot's gaze remained locked on Bryson's lap.
"Because it was fun watching him suffer." Bryson groaned as he continued to massage his cock. "He had this thick, dark hair and I grabbed onto it really tight as I fucked his mouth. He took it so good and when I came, he swallowed every drop of my spunk, then begged for more. I probably would have given it to him, too, if a couple of nurses hadn't walked in and discovered us."