Blaine is a well-dressed, high priced attorney, and George is a hairy mountain of an auto mechanic. This odd couple meets up one evening on a slow night at a bar. The pickings are slim. Slim enough for these opposites to eyeball each other and ask themselves just how bad they want to get laid.<br><br>Pleasantly surprised by the evening’s outcome, Blaine is faced with a dilemma. Should he throw caution to the wind and pursue George, or steer clear of that unexpected distraction to his carefully structured life.

King Kong vs. The Skinny Pirate

Suddenly George leaned back on his heels, then stretched, reaching for his bedside table. “Christ, Blaine,” he panted. “What is it about you?”


Him? Fuck. What was it about George? Blaine propped up on his elbows. He was hard as nails, already leaking like a damned teenager anticipating sex for the first time. He rolled over as George came back with lube and a condom.


He closed his eyes and fought to settle his breathing. He was notgoing to come thirty seconds after being penetrated, goddammit. A rustling of paper told him the condom wrapper was being torn open, and he imagined George’s large hands slowly rolling the latex over that thick cock. Then came the snap of the lube top and a pause as George slathered himself with the fluid.


Warm lips nipped at Blaine’s neck as a cool, slick-covered cock teased along the crack of his ass. Then the warmth of George’s body disappeared, and he was unceremoniously flipped onto his back.


Chapter 3