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A Hard Man is Good to Find
Recently-divorced Mark has a reluctant crush on his hot fitness instructor, Antonio. A steamy late-night encounter in the showers has Mark begging his sexy teacher for more!
This story contains deliciously graphic descriptions of very willing sex between two consenting adult men. For mature audiences only!
NOTE TO READERS: A lesbian erotica version of this story appears in my catalog under the title Latin Dance. Same heat level, different tastes!
Once the stretch was over, Mark walked by Antonio as he called encouragement and goodbyes to the other students. “So glad to see you here, Mark! Glad you could make it!”
“It was a fantastic class. Are you going to be the regular instructor for this one, too?” Mark asked.
“It depends on the client demand for it. I’ll continue to offer it for a month, and then we’ll see,” he said, smiling.
Mark made a mental note to keep his Thursday evenings open for the next four weeks. He murmured a goodbye to the other man and headed toward the steam room.
After a good, long steam session that left him feeling loose and relaxed, Mark exited the chamber and turned toward the showers. Once he entered the shower area, he realized that he must have been in the steam room longer than he had thought. The locker room was deserted, all the other students having finished up and left. The only sound was a lone dripping shower head. Mark walked through the common shower area and took the opportunity of his solitude to commandeer one of the enormous handicapped shower stalls at the back, which had a large, wide L-shaped bench in it and a removable shower head. Turning on the water, he lay down on the bench and closed his eyes, breathing deeply and letting the warm water bring his temperature back down.
As he lay there, his mind returned once again to Antonio, and his desire to know what it would be like to be touched by another man. Mark’s hand slowly slid down to his hardening cock and he began to stroke himself slowly, imagining it was Antonio doing this. His breath caught in his throat as he ran his circled fist up over his head, thinking of Antonio’s warm, wet lips caressing his sensitive skin.
Suddenly, Mark heard the sound of a door opening. He knew that the club didn’t officially close for another forty-five minutes, but that was too short a time for someone to be coming in for a workout. Someone else from the class must have lingered even longer than he did. He hurriedly sat up and got to his feet, moving under the shower head. Turning his face toward the tepid water, he began rinsing off. With his face in the spray and his eyes closed, he heard the metallic clink of the shower curtain rings as the curtain to his stall was drawn aside. Moving away from the spray and opening his eyes, he saw Antonio standing before him, naked except for a towel around his waist and glistening with sweat. Mark stared for a moment, in awe at this first sight of his muscular abdomen. He was trying to convince himself that this must be a purely platonic reason that this god was standing before him, when Antonio moved toward Mark and said huskily, “I find that moving my body like that gives me quite an appetite, don’t you?”
This story contains deliciously graphic descriptions of very willing sex between two consenting adult men. For mature audiences only!
NOTE TO READERS: A lesbian erotica version of this story appears in my catalog under the title Latin Dance. Same heat level, different tastes!
Once the stretch was over, Mark walked by Antonio as he called encouragement and goodbyes to the other students. “So glad to see you here, Mark! Glad you could make it!”
“It was a fantastic class. Are you going to be the regular instructor for this one, too?” Mark asked.
“It depends on the client demand for it. I’ll continue to offer it for a month, and then we’ll see,” he said, smiling.
Mark made a mental note to keep his Thursday evenings open for the next four weeks. He murmured a goodbye to the other man and headed toward the steam room.
After a good, long steam session that left him feeling loose and relaxed, Mark exited the chamber and turned toward the showers. Once he entered the shower area, he realized that he must have been in the steam room longer than he had thought. The locker room was deserted, all the other students having finished up and left. The only sound was a lone dripping shower head. Mark walked through the common shower area and took the opportunity of his solitude to commandeer one of the enormous handicapped shower stalls at the back, which had a large, wide L-shaped bench in it and a removable shower head. Turning on the water, he lay down on the bench and closed his eyes, breathing deeply and letting the warm water bring his temperature back down.
As he lay there, his mind returned once again to Antonio, and his desire to know what it would be like to be touched by another man. Mark’s hand slowly slid down to his hardening cock and he began to stroke himself slowly, imagining it was Antonio doing this. His breath caught in his throat as he ran his circled fist up over his head, thinking of Antonio’s warm, wet lips caressing his sensitive skin.
Suddenly, Mark heard the sound of a door opening. He knew that the club didn’t officially close for another forty-five minutes, but that was too short a time for someone to be coming in for a workout. Someone else from the class must have lingered even longer than he did. He hurriedly sat up and got to his feet, moving under the shower head. Turning his face toward the tepid water, he began rinsing off. With his face in the spray and his eyes closed, he heard the metallic clink of the shower curtain rings as the curtain to his stall was drawn aside. Moving away from the spray and opening his eyes, he saw Antonio standing before him, naked except for a towel around his waist and glistening with sweat. Mark stared for a moment, in awe at this first sight of his muscular abdomen. He was trying to convince himself that this must be a purely platonic reason that this god was standing before him, when Antonio moved toward Mark and said huskily, “I find that moving my body like that gives me quite an appetite, don’t you?”
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Daphne Loveling
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Small town girl in the big city. Incurable romantic. Hopeless optimist in a realist's body.
Owned by two cats.
A sucker for a bad boy with a soft center.
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Small town girl in the big city. Incurable romantic. Hopeless optimist in a realist's body.
Owned by two cats.
A sucker for a bad boy with a soft center.
Note: Many of the books listed on this profile have been re-released, unpublished, or combined into anthologies. Goodreads does not allow authors to remove books even if they are no longer available. Please refer to the individual book descriptions for more information.
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