Chapter 17

Nolan walked up to the bed and took in the younger man’s ass—bulbous with a fine layer of soft looking blond hair, muscular and showcasing a pink-tight looking hole, no scars of mutilation, no tattoos or birthmarks. Zeb’s bottom was a prize and athletically just right. Its sliver of opening winked at the landlord once, twice, three times, and begged to be kissed, licked, bitten, or eaten.

Positioned on the bed with his head cocked to the left, Zeb called up to Nolan, “Get busy, pal. I really want you inside me. Go for it. Don’t hold back.”