Colin Hunt, a vivacious and outspoken art student, is a comic-reading, anime-loving, all-around geek. What he lacks in size, he most definitely makes up for in personality. But things have been tough for him lately. A heavy workload. A showcase to prepare for his final. A sick mother to take care of. Ever the optimist, he's more interested in finding someone to have some fun with rather than finding anyone serious. For Dexter Erikson, life has been difficult ever since an accident left him in foster care and cost him part of his arm. After discovering music therapy, he found an outlet for his pain and the perfect way to express himself. Now, sporting tattoos and piercings, Dexter is the lead singer of a pretty kick-ass punk rock band and owns the stage like it's nobody's business. He’s also goofy and dorky, shy and bashful, with a bad habit of falling in love yet a horrible fear of commitment. So what happens when vivacious geek meets shy punk rocker? The first answer is a lot of sex. The second answer might bring both Colin and Dexter to places they never dreamed possible.

Rock and Roll Chose Me

“Start opening yourself up,” he told him. “I wanna watch.”


Colin had whimpered out loud, but Dexter promised he’d help after a little bit. Which he had. After Colin had worked up to two fingers and Dexter was gently stroking himself while watching. Colin couldn’t tell which was hotter—watching Dexter watching him or watching Dexter touching himself. When Dexter finally came over to help—okay, so really it wasn’t that long, but it felt like an eternity to Colin—he avoided hitting Colin’s prostate, which Colin already knew he could do so easily with his fingers. Colin had whimpered and squirmed. Tried to get further onto those fingers to hit it himself, all to no avail, and Dexter had just snickered at his struggling.


Chapter 32