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Nestor and the Burnished P**p
by Syd McGinley
Category: Erotica/Gay-Lesbian Erotica/Romance
Description: Classics professor Nestor hates being teased about having summer off. He's scrambling to write a book and is lonely at home all day. When his bear sir, Steven, comes home from a difficult day on the pediatric ward, he's in no mood for Nestor's woes. Will Steven's sexy games rescue them from a summer of bickering and squabbles?
eBook Publisher: Torquere Press/Sips, 2011 www.torquerepress.com
eBookwise Release Date: September 2011
 
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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [25 KB]
Words: 4170
Reading time: 11-16 min.
Nestor lolled in the sun, and felt muzzy. It was really nice to have his head officially muddled instead of just aching from academic writing. Of course, he may have misestimated the effects of sun and wine, but, it was summer! Taking off the end of an afternoon was allowable, surely? His ass was in the kiddie pool, and his feet hung over the edge letting the gold polish dry. He'd been smart enough to put on his toe rings first. His shoulders rested on the inflatable sides, and he dabbled his hands in the pool.
His article printout had dried, but he'd be damned if he could tell whether the point he'd been making was about -ology or -onomy.
"Something to do with stars," he said cheerfully to Steven who loomed into his sun. "Like a big old eclipse, you are. The Great Bear! Arktos!"
"You," growled Steve, "are drunk."
"Tipsy," conceded Nestor. "Come and play in the pool!"
"What I would prefer," said Steven, "is for my boy to be sober, dressed, and waiting with my drink when I get home, not rolling around drunk in hooker pants and painted like a slut."
"Fuck," said Nestor, sitting up in the pool and watching his Sir slam back into the house. Steven was really angry, not just discipline angry. Losing track of time was a screw-up, but it shouldn't have turned Steven into a storm cloud. Nestor stood up, winced at how his shorts had shrunk, and squelched up the path. His buzz was gone. He hadn't been drunk, he thought, so much as cheerful and feeling silly with, at most, a glass of wine in him. His sangria was very fruity. His ankle bracelet jingled as he shook off excess water before stepping into the kitchen.
Steven had the fridge door open and was leaning in rummaging. A big blond cuddly bear in SpongeBob scrubs shouldn't be able to radiate that much fury. ENDEXCERPT
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