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

“Your arm?” Colin questioned, voice cautious and serious. “Should I…?”


“It’s okay,” he assured him as he removed the prosthesis. Colin took it, handling it as a most precious treasure, and carefully placed it on the couch. “It’s just scar tissue. Doesn’t hurt. I get massages twice a month to help with muscle function. You’re good.”


Once he knew he was in the clear, any nerves Colin may have had vanished completely, because instead of sitting to the side or kneeling over Dexter, he literally plopped down right on Dexter’s ass. It would’ve made Dexter laugh—almost did—except that Colin no longer had any pants on either, and Dexter could feel his soft dick nestled comfortably right up against the delicate part of his ass. He held in a gasp. Colin snickered.


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