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I stretched, popping my back, yawning & squinting my eyes partially shut. Once I was in mid-stretch/pop/yawn/squint, I looked down briefly & saw that Mr. Yes Please was watching me again. He’s just wondering how big my nipples are, I thought and continued what had to be the longest stretch/pop/yawn/squint ever. He probably thinks that I’m quarantined up here because I’ve got the biggest nipples in the world.

“You? A bear? You have, like, three chest hairs,” he said, reaching out to pull on one. It came off my bare chest almost immediately. “And this one’s a cat hair!”

Which was weird because I don’t have a cat.

“It’s a new thing,” I said, insulted. “No-hair bears."

Chapter 1
Way Too Much Information About My Anatomy

Just so you know, I don’t have a gargantuan penis. Shocking, I know, right? Most of the time when you hear stories like the one you’re about to, the narrator is this perfect specimen of man, whether he knows it or not.

And we're off! 😂

I slapped him on the ass like t’was my new job & he squeaked. “Do I need to give you another one” “You sure know how to treat a boy.” I blinked then laughed. He was so funny, this whole situation was ridiculous. “This really what you like, Oscar? Bein’ o’er my knee & takin’ a spankin’?” He blushed again. “Do you even gotta ask? I spilled all o’er your trousers. And what the hell has my age got to do with it?”

“Jesus,” I swore, about ready to spurt with what I was seeing, what I was doing. “You gonna be a good boy, Oscar? You gonna behave after I tan your hide?” Oscar made a noise & said, “Yes, I will, Mr. Downing. I’ll be a good boy. Don’t worry. I’ll be such a good boy, Mr. Downing, such a”—he left off with a gasp, rocking against me, fucking my leg & breathing hard, & t’was only a matter of time—“good…good…boy!”

“You like that? You like it when I call you a brat, Oscar? I oughta haul you across my knee & give you a hidin’ you won’t forget.” My breath came in harsh little pants, & Oscar gaped at me like he’d discovered Shangri-la, & I didn’t know what was happening. I couldn’t keep up. But Oscar seemed to, because he grinned & nodded and said, “Yeah, I think that would do me good.”

Naughty boy needs a spankin'!

He picked up the mug and brought it to his lips, closing his eyes and gulping the drink down in long, sensuous swallows. The sight of the ball of his throat moving back and forth made me feel funny, and I wasn’t used to feeling that way looking at another man. A woman’s elegant wrist or a glimpse of her naked ankle, sure—but not a man’s goddamn throat.

This is bloody BRILLIANT writing! 🤯

A BIG mistake starting this before bedtime! Only 6% in and I'm seething! 🤬🤬🤬 This better turn a corner REAL soon! 🤨

Extensive early 70s pop culture and slang/jargon. If that's not your thing, prob'ly you won't like this ... but it's totally working for me! 😁

“Holy shit! What happened in here?” I hear Dusty’s wild exclamation from the doorway to the bedroom, and I barely lift my head to see her gazing at the complete devastation that used to be my bedroom. “Darling, I don’t know whether to be impressed or call an exorcist.”

😂🤣🤭🤣😂

Just as fun the second time through! 😁

Ngl ...
this book may actually end me!!!
😱😩🙈😣🤯

A YA "Walking Dead", this one is intense from page 1 ... in an "eww, gross!" kinda way 😂 ... and keeps getting more so! 😲 NOT for the faint-hearted! Fortunately, I'm not. 😁