Jerry Sanger is a member of M.A.L.E., an elite agency made up of ex-Army buddies bored with civilian life. But he always gets the junk assignments, and just once, he’d like a job where he doesn’t have to wear high heels or impersonate a go-go dancer at a strip club in order to take out his target. Sure, he looks good in a dress, but still.<br><br>On returning home from his latest assignment, Jerry encounters his hot teddy bear of a neighbor, Guff, fighting off four men intent on doing him serious harm. Jerry helps Guff out and then demands to know what’s going on, in between flirting and striking a pose in his spandex dress.<br><br>Guff doesn’t want his help, but Jerry gives it anyway, determined to solve Guff’s problem. And if they happen to get a lot closer as a result, he won’t complain.

Junk M.A.L.E.

I pulled back just a little so we could rub noses. “I want to fuck you in the worst way, but I don’t want to seem too forward. Your life is in danger, after all.” I grinned and fluttered my eyelashes.


He laughed. “Really? Now is when you’re worried about coming onto me?” He unwrapped my towel and grabbed my half-hard cock. “I think if there’s even a remote possibility that I might die, I owe it to myself to have the best sex ever to send me off. Don’t you agree?”


And the way he squeezed and pumped my cock had me nodding and wrapping my arms around his neck posthaste. I kissed him with all my might, hands in his nearly dry hair, fingers entangled as I tried to savor all of him at once. He met me with heated fervor, and I wanted to be beneath him, inside him, on top of him all at the same time.


Chapter 11