More Than Anything [Hot College Daze]
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by Shawn Lane
Category: Erotica/Gay-Lesbian Erotica/Gay Fiction
Description: College freshman, Shayne Ralston, never expected to meet the man of his dreams on his first day of school, but star quarterback, Desmond Stratton, is a force to be reckoned with. Soon he slips past Shayne's reluctance and romances the shy history major.
Des has a decision to make about his future. His family has been pushing him toward a professional football career for years, but Des also has dreams of being a doctor. As his feelings for Shayne grow, Des's decision becomes more important than ever. Shayne is openly gay, and Des needs to remain in the closet if he wants a football career. Staying in the closet, however, could lose him the man with whom he's fallen in love...
NOTE: Don't miss the sequel, More Than Enough!
Genres: Gay / Contemporary / Sports / Athletes / Series
eBook Publisher: Amber Quill Press, 2010
eBookwise Release Date: February 2012
13 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [114 KB]
Reading time: 69-96 min.
"Want to turn off the lamp?" Des asked softly.
"Okay." Shayne actually liked the idea. If it was dark, well, Des wouldn't see all his flaws or try to guess what he was thinking. He reached over and turned the knob, turning the room to darkness, save for a small sliver of moon coming in through the window blinds.
Des took hold of his hand and wrapped his fingers around Shayne's palm. "How much experience do you have, Shayne?"
He decided to be honest. No sense lying. "Just a little."
He shrugged in the dark. "I went with my mother and grandmother in the summer to visit family in Ohio. There was this guy who lived near my relatives and we played around."
"When you say played around, did you--"
Shayne swallowed. "Yes. O-only a couple of times, though. The other times we just jerked each other off and did some blow jobs."
Des had started to stroke his fingers along Shayne's hand, to his wrist and up his arm. Tingles of awareness went through him and straight to his cock, causing it to harden instantly.
"Were youE did he fuck you?" Des asked.
He felt his ears burn, which was silly to blush when you were lying in the dark. "Yes."
"And you liked it? He didn't hurt you?'
"I did and, no, he didn't."
Those fantastic fingers now caressed his biceps, drawing little circles.
"Would you let me fuck you?"
He opened his mouth to answer, but all that came out was a squeak.