Leon Carrier

I woke up to the sound of a lawnmower. Or a chainsaw. Or, just kidding, it was Julian’s insanely loud snoring. I groaned and planted my face into my pillow, but it was clear that sleep would not be returning. I sat up and looked around for my phone, wanting to check the time, and realized that I had left it in the living room. I spotted Julian’s phone on his bedside table, so I rolled onto my side and reached over him to grab it. As my arm strained over his shoulder, I ended up with my dick pressed up against his ass. I sighed, fully enjoying the feeling but knowing that I had to pull away, wh

This is a long, character-driven story. The sex begins this chapter, though, if that’s what you’re here for. I’d like to think that the rest of it is somewhat worth reading. Notes & constructive criticism are greatly appreciated. -- Leon xx --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “FUCK!” I slammed my fist down on the island, tears burning in my eyes. I was still standing there in my kitchen, half-dressed and holding a carton of orange juice, just as I had been when I’d answered her call.

Too-complicated worlds collide too fast when young, lost non-for-profiteer meets a witty British bartender.