IT guy Michael figures he's in for an awkward evening when a client takes him to a girlie bar. When he gets talking to big, blond Kyle, it seems like it's his lucky night after all. But they have a shared past Michael's managed to forget and Kyle is hoping he won't remember.<br><br>Kyle's deeply ashamed of his weakness back in high school, when he stood by and watched as Michael became the victim of a gay-bashing -- by new boy Kyle's group of friends. He's going to have his work cut out to persuade Michael to take a chance at trusting him now.

Stronger Where It Counts

“Who said you could give the orders round here?” I counter, but it’s not too convincing as I’m already working my khakis open as I speak. Kyle doesn’t stop watching me for a moment, but he sits up and pulls off his T-shirt. Then his hands are on me, tanned skin on pale, and I swear I can feel the heat of the sun still in them. I kick my pants off and there we are, me in my boxers and him in his cotton briefs, and I can’t take my eyes off the growing patch of moisture at the tip of that huge bulge inside them.


“Everything. Take everything off,” Kyle growls.


Luckily my mouth’s too dry to speak, as all I can think of to say is ‘I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.’ I figure that’s probably in the plan somewhere anyhow. I pull off my boxers, my dick catching in the waistband and then bouncing right back up again like an over-excited puppy that’s finally gotten let out for a run in the yard.


Chapter 8