Motivating the Intern

He lives in fear of the day his boss finds out the punishments turn Will on, and what will happen the secret is finally uncovered …

A recently graduated football star and used to getting what he wants, Will wasn’t thrilled when his struggling parents asked him to help earn a little money for the family. But he figures getting an part-time job at a tiny new start-up will be a pretty easy way to make a few bucks.

At least, it is until his new boss finds him chatting to his friends instead of sorting papers. The files are a mess, and Mr. Anderson decides the young jock he’s hired needs a bit more hands-on motivation, and his methods aren’t exactly conventional …

It’s not long before the strong disciplinarian is dominating the twenty year old’s confused thoughts … and desires.

Reader Advisory: This story is for mature audiences only and features intensely erotic situations, first time gay experiences, spanking and punishment, rough anal sex, a dominant alpha male and an increasingly submissive younger man. All characters are 18 or older.

Excerpt:

He reached down to Will’s knees and brought his underwear back up his thighs and fit them into place. He ran a finger around the waistband to ensure they were properly positioned. A breath caught in Will’s chest as his boss’s finger brushed across the top of his groin, an inch away from the stiff length of his cock. Had his boss noticed how turned on he’d been?

“Dress and stand up,” Mr. Anderson said.

Will did so, his face burning anew as he failed to meet the older man’s gaze.

“Look at me,” Mr. Anderson instructed him.

Will lifted his eyes. It was one of the most difficult things he had ever done.

“I didn’t do this to you. You did this to yourself. Do you understand?”

Will nodded.

“I hope you don’t bring this upon yourself more than necessary.”

“Thank you, sir,” he mumbled in a barely audible voice.

“Good.” He finished his glass and put it by the sink. “It’s late,” he observed. “Wash the glass and then you can go.”


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Behind Closed Doors

Corrupting the youth and helping them cum of age, the older male studs of this three story bundle didn’t know they wanted to take advantage of the younger guys they had working for them until it was too late. Once things heat up, being “straight” is as much of an obstacle as an extra button on a tight shirt. Don’t miss out on enough hot action to keep you turned on for the next week.

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Excerpt:

He stopped and poured a glass of water and handed it to me. “I feel like I should be offering you something stronger,” he joked. “Your parents would kill me, of course. But you’re not really their little boy anymore, are you?”

I brought the glass to my face and drank to avoid trusting myself to answer. Why couldn’t I stop flushing? It made me feel like a kid again, the way any little thing he said made my heart race and my face go up in flames.

He shook himself, as though rebuking himself for what he had just said.

“Anyways, you remember the house well enough, right? This is the kitchen. The laundry room’s downstairs. Bathrooms are in the hallway on both floors.” He pointed down the hall. “We keep all the medical things in that closet.” He rubbed a hand over the stubble on his chin. “Let’s see, what am I forgetting?”

Without meaning to, I found myself staring at him openly as he thought. His hand was wide and strong as he rubbed his chin. His face was as handsome as I remembered it. His features were strong and good-natured, and his crystal blue eyes were resting on the table as he tried to remember everything he needed to go over. Short, dark hair just brushed the top of his forehead.

He was in his late thirties by now, but still in great shape. I remember hearing he had been a bit of a track star when he was in college, but when I had asked him about it, wide-eyed and excited, he had just laughed and told me those days were behind him. Seeing him here and now was bringing back an unwelcome rush of memories … nights of hot disappointment and frustrated confusion about why I felt this way about him, a way I wasn’t supposed to and could never tell him about. But … the way he had looked at me on the doorstep was different.


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The Straight Boss

Luke Davis has developed a bit of a soft spot for his personal assistant. The handsome twenty-two year old is always trying to go above and beyond, even when he doesn’t have to. Their relationship is professional and Luke is as straight as they come, but when he finds Jackson in his home crying over a recent break-up, Luke starts to realize his feelings for the young man have been growing more personal than he realized. He wants to comfort him and protect him …

… but more and more, the straight older man just wants Jackson for himself.

Reader Advisory: This story is for mature audiences only and features intensely erotic situations, first time gay experiences, rough anal sex, a dominant str8 alpha male and an increasingly submissive younger man. All characters are 18 or older.

This story includes themes and passages that have been adapted from Jessica Whitethread’s Sitter series with full consent of the original author.

Excerpt:

“I see a really charming young man who deserves to be treated so, so much better than he’s been treated. I see a guy who deserves someone smart enough to recognize how special he is and cherish him, who wants and desires everything about him.”

Jackson’s eyes were wet as he looked back at him. “You think so?” He was leaning in towards Luke as he asked. He could smell the young, vigorous scent of his body. His thigh was firm against his knee as Jackson bent towards him, looking at him with trust and yearning that he hadn’t seen directed at him in a long, long time. His hand was stroking the younger man’s hair and he could feel its softness and the warmth of his neck and he was so very close.

He realized he had never really looked at his assistant before. He had seen him, of course, but he seemed so young and carefree that it was as though he was a completely different type of person from himself. But no, he was very much human. He was delicate and intensely real and seemed to draw Luke in the way he had never experienced with a man. It suddenly struck him there was a lot he had never recognized or understood about men who were intimate with each other, and maybe it made a lot more sense right now in the dim light and the still of the night than he had ever expected. The intensity of his sudden desire for something new and fresh and real surprised him.

Before he could stop himself, he had brought the young man’s lips to his. They were soft and wet, and the kiss was lingering and passionate. Jackson didn’t hesitate, not even for a moment. It was as though he had been on the very edge of leaning in himself when Luke drew him in.


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The Curious Jock

Oliver is two years into college, popular, well-built and straight as they come. Life has always been pretty straightforward for the student athlete with good grades. The last thing he expects to happen when he agrees to watch the kids of the gay couple across the street is to be attracted to another man, but that was before he really knew Mr. Baker.

Ryan Baker might be in his early forties, but he’s still a complete stud. And although he’s starting to get hints that the college jock is a little attracted to him, he knows the right thing to do is stay away.

But Oliver doesn’t realize he’s playing with fire. He’s accidentally driving his boss crazy, and when Ryan catches Oliver exploring some of his new urges right out in the open, all self-restraint finally breaks …

Reader Advisory: This story is for mature audiences only and features intensely erotic situations, first time gay experiences, rough anal sex, a dominant alpha male and an increasingly curious younger college jock. All characters are 18 or older.

This story includes themes and passages that have been adapted from Jessica Whitethread’s Sitter series with full consent of the original author.

Excerpt:

By the time Mr. Baker reappeared at the foot of the stairs, now dressed in his usual professional style and running a comb through damp hair, Oliver had more or less recovered. This was the man he knew and liked in a more innocent, acceptable way. Mr. Baker was still handsome, of course. His smile could still brighten Oliver’s day. But he was familiar Mr. Baker, a good father and a good man to work for.

“Kids should be home any minute,” Mr. Baker told him. “They’re getting a ride back from a friend’s mother.”

“Alright, Mr. Baker,” Oliver said, trusting himself to speak. “Have a nice meeting.”

Mr. Baker rolled his eyes and laughed. “That’ll be the day. These meetings are always ten percent useless and ninety percent a pain in the ass. Hopefully I’m not back later than 10.”

Oliver nodded. “Well don’t rush on our account back here,” he said. “We’ll have ourselves a nice time.” Every hour he worked after the kids’ bedtime was pretty easy money, so he never minded these late evenings.

Mr. Baker smiled. “I know it. Thanks again. I’ve told you before how much it means to me that there’s someone here looking after the kids that I trust the way I trust you.”

Oliver flushed a little and made a self-effacing little gesture to cover his embarrassment.

“Well, my number’s on the fridge like always,” Mr. Baker said as he departed.

Oliver went to the window and watched as the car peeled out into the street. He sank onto the couch, his mind wandering back of its own volition to the vision of Mr. Baker in the doorway.


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Teaching the Jock a New Game

Paul expected to hate his new part-time job cutting brush for a wealthy couple on the outskirts of his little college town, but meeting his new boss is quickly changing his mind.

Evan Carlen isn’t at all like what Paul expected: he’s young and down to earth and gets dirty right alongside his twenty-year old hired hand as they go about turning five acres into the estate of a beautiful home. Getting sweaty and doing an honest day’s work has a way of bringing guys together, and soon Paul considers the older man a friend, and increasingly … a little more?

He doesn’t really know what to make of these new feelings for his handsome thirty-five year old boss. He just knows he can’t afford to let anyone find out. But when he shows up for work direct from football practice, he catches Mr. Carlen watching him change. Is it possible the married man shares some of his feelings? It seems the Evan Carlen plans to teach this college stud about something other than yardwork, and Paul it won’t take long to make Paul a very willing pupil.

Reader Advisory: This story is for mature audiences only and features intensely erotic situations, first time gay experiences, rough anal sex, a dominant alpha male and an increasingly curious younger college jock. All characters are 18 or older.

This story includes themes and passages that have been adapted from Jessica Whitethread’s Sitter series with full consent of the original author.

Excerpt:

Once he was fully undressed, he took a moment to stretch before pulling on his work clothes. It always felt good after a hard workout, but it was also strange and … maybe a bit exciting to be naked in Mr. Carlen’s house. He imagined him barging into bathroom, pushing him back against the wall, and … wait, where had that come from?

Realizing he’d started stroking at himself, he forced himself to be good and dressed quickly. As he turned to the door, he noticed that in his initial hurry to get ready he’d left it cracked open. He let out a slight gasp of embarrassment. Had Mr. Carlen noticed? He looked out and saw with a tight feeling in his chest that the crack in the door looked directly across the hall into Mr. Carlen’s office, where he had been working when Paul arrived. He peered out, but it appeared empty now. What had he been thinking, not even bothering to close the door like that?

He decided to put on a brave face and hope Mr. Carlen hadn’t noticed. “Sorry I took so long,” he said casually when he found Mr. Carlen in the kitchen, hoping the flush in his cheeks wasn’t noticeable.

Mr. Carlen was doing dishes with his back to him, and when he turned slightly Paul noticed a long, hard shape in his pants too large for him to conceal completely.

“We’ll get started then,” he said quickly, and moved past Paul towards the door. Paul noticed the look in his eyes, hungry but restrained, like he wanted something he knew he shouldn’t take.

They worked in silence as Paul worked through what had happened. He had seen. He had watched. Paul had made him hard. The thought was overwhelming. The throbbing ache in his groin that he sometimes got around Mr. Carlen intensified as Paul dwelled helplessly on the sight of that bulge in his pants. He wanted to feel it. Paul turned him on. Mr. Carlen wanted him. And good God, did Paul want him.


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Passing Around His Boytoy

Alec has known Mr. Wobash most of his life, but it wasn’t until the college senior agreed to watch the Wobash kids for a couple evenings a week that he started spending any time alone with him. His feelings towards the older man have always been a mix of respect and intimidation, but with growing familiarity are more confusing, illicit thoughts that the curious twenty-two year old is struggling to keep secret.

But Mr. Wobash – rich, good looking, and used to getting his way – isn’t nearly so skittish about recognizing what he wants and deciding to take it. And as weeks go by, the older man starts to realize that’s exactly how he feels about the cute college kid he’s hired to watch his children.

And once Alec is his, the fun’s only started, because a man like Mr. Wobash never does things half-heartedly. What starts out as a sweet, forbidden romance starts to push boundaries in a hurry, and when Alec inadvertently shows up while Mr. Wobash has several friends visiting, he finds himself the center of some very intense attention.

Reader Advisory: This story is for mature audiences only and features intensely erotic situations, first time gay experiences, rough anal sex, multiple partners, group menage, a dominant alpha male and an increasingly curious younger college jock. All characters are 18 or older.

This story includes themes and passages that have been adapted from Jessica Whitethread’s Sitter series with full consent of the original author.

Excerpt:

Alec bit his lip, afraid that Mr. Wobash would turn around and see how flushed he was becoming. Even little compliments from Mr. Wobash always felt a thousand times better than any praise from Alec’s parents or anyone at his university.

He took another drink from the wine, and the heat in his face increased. The clock on the wall said it was almost midnight, but there wasn’t a single part of him that wanted to leave.

“Do you think you’ll have more evening meetings this week?” he asked.

Mr. Wobash took Alec’s hand from his shoulder and turned to sit back on the couch beside him. “Thursday, probably,” he said. “Will you be available that night?”

Alec nodded. “I’m pretty much always available, Mr. Wobash.”

He cocked his head slightly at the phrase, and again his eyes lingered on Alec’s flushed face and wandered slowly over him. It was as though Alec could physically feel his gaze following the intimate lines of his body.

Mr. Wobash put a hand out and again brushed a strand of hair off of Alec’s forehead. This time his fingers lingered on Alec’s cheek. “It’s really nice knowing that someone I trust is here when I’m away.”

Alec’s flush deepened. “I – I’m glad I -” he began, but stopped himself before he could speak his true feelings.

But it had been enough.

“Alec, you’re a really tremendous young man,” Mr. Wobash said. His thumb was resting lightly against his cheek and his hand encircled the base of Alec’s head. Alec felt his fingers in her hair. “It took me a little while to notice, but now that I’ve seen it I really can’t look away.”


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Curious for His Older Neighbor

It’s been two years since Jake was last home from college, but he’s not likely to forget Mr. Pollansky. The handsome, now 39-year old neighbor was always a role model for Jake as a kid, and as he got older he started to have more confusing feelings about the mature, successful family friend.

Jake’s mother volunteers him to babysit for the Pollanskys while he’s home over the summer, and when Mr. Pollansky sees the young man he’s become, it’s quite obvious Jake’s not the kid next door anymore. He knows it’s wrong to want Jake, and even worse to act on those desires, but it’s becoming more and more obvious that he just won’t be able to stop himself.

And when he takes his younger neighbor, all that pent-up lust is sure to burst through a lot faster and harder than the curious young man is ready to handle.

Reader Advisory: This story is for mature audiences only and features intensely erotic situations, first time gay experiences, rough anal sex, a dominant alpha male and an increasingly curious younger college jock. All characters are 18 or older.

This story includes themes and passages that have been adapted from Jessica Whitethread’s Sitter series with full consent of the original author.

Excerpt:

He stopped and poured a glass of water and handed it to me. “I feel like I should be offering you something stronger,” he joked. “Your parents would kill me, of course. But you’re not really their little boy anymore, are you?”

I brought the glass to my face and drank to avoid trusting myself to answer. Why couldn’t I stop flushing? It made me feel like a kid again, the way any little thing he said made my heart race and my face go up in flames.

He shook himself, as though rebuking himself for what he had just said.

“Anyways, you remember the house well enough, right? This is the kitchen. The laundry room’s downstairs. Bathrooms are in the hallway on both floors.” He pointed down the hall. “We keep all the medical things in that closet.” He rubbed a hand over the stubble on his chin. “Let’s see, what am I forgetting?”

Without meaning to, I found myself staring at him openly as he thought. His hand was wide and strong as he rubbed his chin. His face was as handsome as I remembered it. His features were strong and good-natured, and his crystal blue eyes were resting on the table as he tried to remember everything he needed to go over. Short, dark hair just brushed the top of his forehead.

He was in his late thirties by now, but still in great shape. I remember hearing he had been a bit of a track star when he was in college, but when I had asked him about it, wide-eyed and excited, he had just laughed and told me those days were behind him. Seeing him here and now was bringing back an unwelcome rush of memories … nights of hot disappointment and frustrated confusion about why I felt this way about him, a way I wasn’t supposed to and could never tell him about. But … the way he had looked at me on the doorstep was different.


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The Jock and the Family Man

Mr. Wagner was strong, mature, and handsome, and he had never been tempted to be unfaithful to his partner by the handsome and beautiful men whose attentions he attracted. Calvin was the athletic, young college freshman that he never thought twice about hiring to babysit his two children.

Calvin always assumed he was straight, but ever since he’s been working for the gay couple across the street he finds himself thinking about Mr. Wagner in a way he’s never done before. But it’s only natural to be a bit curious, right?

Reader Advisory: This story is for mature audiences only and features intensely erotic situations, first time gay experiences, rough anal sex, a dominant alpha male and an increasingly curious younger college jock. All characters are 18 or older.

This story includes themes and passages that have been adapted from Jessica Whitethread’s Sitter series with full consent of the original author.

Excerpt:

He laughed, and everything was alright. “Calvin, What is it about you that makes you so hard to be mad at?” he asked.

I looked up, hearing a different tone in his voice. There was a sort of fond smile on his face, and it struck me that we had sort of been getting to know each other a little bit these past couple of months since I started working for the Wagners. Even so, I had never seen him look at me like that. His eyes played over me, half-amused and half-sympathetic for the anguish I had at being late.

I didn’t really know why, but I felt my face flushing.

“Ah, will you be very late tonight?” I asked, flustered.

“No, it shouldn’t be all that long. Maybe three hours. Kids are in the den watching a movie.”

I nodded.

He stepped towards the door. “You’re look very nice this evening,” he complimented me as he glanced back.

I looked down at myself. “Oh, thanks – thank you,” I stammered, straightening. I was a little embarrassed about how long I had spent deciding on a pair of jeans and shirt, but suddenly it seemed the most natural thing in the world to try to earn a compliment like that. I guess I just respected his fashion sense. Was it strange that I suddenly felt so good? “Have a good meeting,” I called after him.

But he had already slid into his town car and didn’t hear me. I watched the lights disappear down the street and then turned back inside.


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College Jocks

If you like hot, hunky jocks who think they’re straight getting shown just how wrong they are, you’ll love this bundle!

Enjoy three young studs as they first taste the homoerotic thrills the world tells them they shouldn’t want … only to find themselves wanting more … and getting as much of it as they can take!

Reader Advisory: This story is for mature audiences only and features intensely erotic situations, first time gay experiences, oral sex, rough anal sex, multiple partners, dominant alpha males and the sometimes submissive object of their desires. All characters are 18 or older.

This book contains three stories available together and at a discount for the first time:

Tutoring the Jock
Hazing the Jock
Interning the Jock

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Excerpt:

“Hey, pledge!” Leo shouted as David came into view again.

David turned and trotted up the walkway to the house, his thick-muscled chest heaving with exertion.

“Damn, that cock doesn’t shrink much in the cold, huh pledge?” Leo observed. “Come with us.”

He led David back inside, with Jack following behind. They followed him upstairs and back to the room Jack and Leo shared on the third floor.

Once inside, Leo closed the door.

“Jack had a good idea,” he told the naked freshman. “He was thinking you might be a little uncomfortable being naked around all the brothers.”

David flashed Jack a grateful glance, but it was short-lived.

“Well, the point of this initiation period,” Leo went on, “is to break down boundaries, right? Open you up to the social bonds of the fraternity? No secrets here, Davey.”

David looked back at him with trepidation.

“So how about you lick Jack’s cock.”

“What!?” Jack exclaimed, sure he hadn’t heard right. His groin throbbed a little. Leo wanted to see him get his cock licked by their freshman pledge? Why … was Jack turned on by that?

David looked at Jack.

“Go on,” Leo ordered. “Try one good lick. Show it to him, Jack.”

Jack looked helplessly from David to Leo, feeling cornered. He suddenly felt every bit as much on the spot as the pledge, maybe more so. What if he enjoyed it? What if they could tell he enjoyed it. He felt another unwelcome throb in his groin. God, was he really getting hard? Now?


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Rooming with the Jock

With college starting, all Chris wants is to fit in, and fitting in means going out with the guys, getting drunk, and hitting on girls. It wouldn’t be that hard to pretend he’s into all of that if university housing hadn’t assigned him Alec to room with. His athlete stud of a roommate has a perfect body and seems used to a locker room where no one bothers to cover up, and Chris is starting to see more than he can ignore …

Alec’s definitely noticed the way his smaller roommate gets distracted by his ripped, well-hung body, and beyond a teasing joke or two he’s never thought anything of it. But when he has a friend over for a few beers and invites Chris to join them, the teasing and joking starts to get serious. It turns out that Alec’s friend feels the same way, and as things start heating up the straight stud doesn’t really seem so turned off …

Reader Advisory: This story is for mature audiences only and features intensely erotic situations, first time gay experiences, oral sex, rough anal sex, multiple partners, dominant alpha males and an increasingly curious college jock. All characters are 18 or older.

Excerpt:

The door swung open and Chris’s roommate Alec returned from the shower, a white towel slung loose and low over his hips and beads of water still visible on his broad back and thick shoulders.

“Okay, I’ll keep that in mind. Thanks. I should probably get back to it. Talk to you soon.”

Chris hung up and immediately bent over the book that was open in front of him, hoping Alec wouldn’t ask who he’d been on the phone with. Maybe he’d assume it was a girl back home or something.

Chris couldn’t help being self-conscious around Alec. His roommate was everything he wasn’t: athletic, handsome, and effortlessly popular in their new environment. He’d been here two weeks early for the pre-season training camp with the football team, and he already seemed to know everyone on campus.

Chris shot a discreet glance over at his roommate and immediately felt his cheeks flame red. Alec had taken the towel from his hips and was using it to dry his hair. He was completely naked, his toned, muscular body glistening and tanned. Chris stared, helplessly enthralled. His eyes followed the heavy lines of Alec’s shoulders and arms down to the full, firm ass. Inevitably and helplessly, he found himself staring at Alec’s thick cock hanging between his thighs. Chris hadn’t seen many in person in his life, but Alec’s was definitely the biggest. He was uncomfortable with how fascinated he was by it, but he couldn’t stop it popping up in his head. This time was just one more mental image to crawl into his brain and resurface at the worst moments.

Chris came from a family where you always had clothes on, but Alec obviously had a different sense of normal. Maybe it was being an athlete and getting used to communal showers.

Since the first time he’d seen his roommate casually naked, Chris hadn’t known what to make of the feelings it aroused in him. Now even when Alec was fully clothed Chris couldn’t look at him without fighting a blush, and these occasional little reminders of what Alec had under his clothes made Chris’s heart feel like it was going to beat out of his chest. Worst of all, he could never look away.

“What’s up, Chris?” Alec asked, glancing over.

Chris was just a fraction too slow in looking away.


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