Big,
handsome and hunky, JJ LaRousse looks like an alpha male but acts like an
interior decorator. And he’s trying to be happy about it -- until a robbery at
the famous Laguna Winter Fantasy brings JJ face-to-face with tough cop, Ryan
Star. JJ hears Ryan likes guys who are manly men, so he drops his voice an
octave, colors over his pink hair, and tries to pass as a football fan. Ryan
Star may be tough but he hides in the closet at work since he learned in New
York that being a gay cop can cost you your life. His attraction to that big,
handsome kid threatens his anonymity, but he can’t seem to resist. JJ is just
his type. But then JJ goes skiing and comes face to face with his greatest
nemesis-- and all the secrets come out of the closet. Can Ryan love JJ for who
he really is? More important, can JJ?
Back in the room, JJ went into the
bathroom and brushed his teeth and changed into pajama bottoms. The prospect of
a whole night in that four-poster bed with Ryan Star had him very hot under the
collar—if he’d been wearing one.
When he walked back out, Ryan was lying
on the bed stark naked and holding a very erect cock. His long, powerful legs
stretched out in front of him and the arrow of dark hair on his abdomen pointed
directly at Mr. Happy. “Uh, remember your prediction about how the tour and
dinner would make us horny?”
JJ turned sideways to give Ryan a view
of the huge tent in the front of his pjs. “Yes, I seem to remember that quite
well.”
“Shall we see how well the Ahwahnee beds
accommodate two big men?”
JJ sidled over to the bed and, in one
move, shoved the elastic waist of his pajamas down below his stiffy. He stared
at Ryan’s cock. “Did you hear about the passionate soprano who chased the choir
master around until she caught him by the upright organ?”
Ryan laughed but never stopped stroking
his dick. “Maybe we can make that a passionate baritone.”
“You know how you’re going to teach me
to ski tomorrow?” Shouldn’t have said that. Too nervous.
“Yeah.”
“Maybe tonight I could learn a little
pole dancing.” JJ pulled off the pjs and sauntered toward Ryan. “You got the
goods?”
Ryan grabbed a box of condoms and a tube
of lube from the nightstand and put them on the snow-white sheets. JJ knelt on
the edge of the mattress holding on to one of the upright posts like a dancer
and swung back and forth so his cock bobbed and weaved what he hoped was
irresistibly.
Ryan squeezed his cock at the base.
“Baby, you better sit on this pole fast because I could come just looking at
your ass.” He reached over and grabbed a condom from the box, then opened the
package with his teeth and slid on the sheath.
JJ crawled toward Ryan then turned and
presented his butt. “Lube me up.”
“Oh yeah, like the finest model in the
showroom, baby.”
JJ heard a cap pop and then felt cold
and squinchy wet in his hole. Ryan started with one finger but JJ wailed and
that got him two, then three. “Oh my God!” The last finger made it right to the
prostate. He pounded back on the digits for a second but why settle for second
best?
He pulled away from Ryan, grabbed the
lube from the bed, and made a fast pass at slicking Ryan’s condom-covered cock.
Tossing the box aside, he squatted over Ryan’s hips.
“Whoa. That’s a sight. All those muscles
holding that ass ready for me. Oh man, you are something to see.”
“Then watch closely, detective.”
JJ grabbed Ryan’s cock and positioned it
right at his hole. “Are you watching?”
“Riveted.” And those blue eyes sure were
locked on the point of contact.
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