Almost thirty, amateur boxer Daron Tulsa has a little mess on his hands. He just so happens to be falling for his best friend, Colm Frost, a sports-themed freelance writer for e-magazines. Life for Daron feels cataclysmically frostbitten because Colm is straight and has a stunning Hollywood actress girlfriend. For Daron, these major blocks leave Colm untouchable, both emotionally and physically.<br><br>As the Pittsburgh winter becomes a tempest of snow, ice, and cold, so does Daron’s heart. He realizes Colm will never be a part of his world and pulls away from the man. But when Colm’s girlfriend travels for her career, leaving him behind, two personal secrets unexpectedly unfold, which may eventually melt Daron’s heart.

Frostbitten

He ordered me, “On your knees and turn around, man.”


Again, I listened, spun around, and dropped to the mat on my hands. Over my shoulder, I said, “What do you intend to do with me now?”


Bring it on, Mr. Big Dick. Now is not the time to let me down.


If you want to forget a guy named Colm Frost, get nailed by Brett Carlisle, who just happened to be the owner of a massive dick, which he forcefully dodged into my tight ass, repeatedly. Not four inches at one time. Not eight inches. All eleven inches plugged my rear with numerous bolts that just about split my ass in half and forced the breath out of me.


I took the dick like a man, even if it ripped my core to shreds and felt painful. Who knew I could take a Redwood up my ass and live to tell about it? How many tears fell out of my eyes and dripped to the mat? Could Brett have been counting exactly how many yelps and groans I performed while he banged me?


Chapter 25