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

Hand down Dexter’s pants, they sat together on the deck with a perfect view of the lake. Colin sat in Dexter’s lap, so it made the position a bit awkward, but fucked if he cared. Not with Dexter panting behind him and whimpering pleas of mercy into the back of his neck. Colin felt their sweat mixing together and grinned.


“Fuck…fuck…” A firework drowned out Dexter’s next swear. “Colin…please…”


Colin worked his thumb over the tip of Dexter’s cock, spreading his arousal over it and lathering it in enough that Dexter moaned.


“S’my birthday, Dex,” Colin said, leaning back and sucking on his neck. “Gonna give me what I want?”


Dexter’s mouth hung open as he struggled to answer. “W-what do you w-want, babe?”


“Want you to make a nice mess in your pants for me, Dex,” he drawled. “I like when you’re a mess for me.”


“You gonna gimme what I want? For my birthday?”


Chapter 92