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

“Gonna make you watch me for a bit,” Colin drawled as he worked a hand over his own cock, and, fuck, this kid could be a real shit, cause already Dexter was ready to beg to be touched again. “See how long you can last.”


But he wasn’t interested in paying attention to any pleas right now. Colin slid his hands, fingers long and paint-streaked, over his shaft, even smearing a bit of paint on it. Dexter’s mouth fell open even more. He didn’t even think it was possible to get harder than he already was


Colin’s head dipped forward, eyelids drooped a little. He worked himself up quickly. Licked his mouth. Bit down softly on his lower lip and hummed Dexter’s name.


“Dexter…” His breaths became heavy. “Mmm…fuck, yes…”


Dexter’s mouth felt like sand, as he panted along with him, thrusting his hips along the back of the chair and good God he needed to touch himself.


Chapter 69