I couldn't stop watching him …
I sat on my porch, drinking my beer, watching the sun go down.
Couldn't explain why I couldn't take my eyes off him.
Maybe it was the way his muscles moved, covered with dirt and sweat. Or maybe it was the fact this weird guy worked his garden in speedos. Or it could have been the way he watched me.
Whatever the reason, I couldn't deny the need growing in my stomach. The gut churning that made me open my mouth and talk to him.
The twisting in my core that itched for him.
A Straight to Gay erotic short. Book 1 of 4.
Books included in this series:
Touching My Neighbor (Gay Experiences Book 5)
Touching My Neighbor Again (Gay Experiences Book 6)
Touching My Neighbor More (Gay Experiences Book 7)
Touching My Neighbor Forever (Gay Experiences Book 8)
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No wasted words
Like a sauna cranked up high. :-) Lots of steam in a small space. Realistic emotions and intriguing circumstances.