Cookbook designer Bay Woods begins to notice strange things happening at his lake house. He could swear someone is visiting his gardens at night, leaving the wrought-iron gate open. And some of his clothes are missing, too. He soon realizes there might be a trespasser in the quiet neighborhood, and maybe something even more mysterious.<br><br>As summer stretches on, Bay notices an unusual number of fireflies every evening. One in particular seems to follow him around the property. Why exactly?<br><br>Then Bay learns his trespasser is the tall and handsome Christopher Lavre. Unsettling questions make him what Christopher’s link is to the fireflies at night. Or rather, one lightning bug in particular...

Firefly

Bay laughed, pulled away from the young man, and stood next to the sofa. Although semi-hard, an obvious mound of excited dick going on between his pulsing thighs, he told Michael, “Fuck, you’re not even queer. You probably have a girlfriend.”


Michael stood. He nodded. “Never sucked a dick before in my life. But if I want to keep this job, I’ll do what I have to do to get my quota. If it means taking your dick up my ginger asshole, I will.” He winked at Bay, pointed the tip of his ballpoint pen in the direction of Bay’s crotch, and added, “You do want your dick sucked, right? I can do that if you want.”


“Although I like redheads and dick, young man, I won’t be doing your throat or bottom today so you get a contract. My apologies.”


Chapter 6