Fisted by the Indian (Gay Western Erotica)
After getting lost in the desert, cowboy August finally meets his savior, a gorgeous Indian man. Hashke offers to lead him out of the desert - but only if he grants the man's desire. Can August accept his own lust for this mysterious stranger, and give in to what they both want?
Warning: this 3800-word m/m story contains oral sex, fisting, and a whole new meaning to cowboys and Indians.
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An excerpt from FISTED BY THE INDIAN:
The dirt and rock was rough against his bare knees as he knelt in front of Hashke, but August barely noticed. He could see droplets of sweat sliding down the etched muscles beneath that bronze skin, and he couldn't look away – not until his eyes dropped lower, to the Indian's c**k.
It stood ready for him, hard and thick and flushed. August unconsciously licked his lips at the sight, then blushed as he realized what he'd done. The muscles of Hashke's stomach quivered as if he were laughing, but when August glanced up, all he saw was that slight smile.
“Take it slow,” Hashke said. “It's your first time and for all I know it might be your last, so make it count.”
August couldn't deny the truth of those words, or the way they touched the hidden desires buried inside of him. He reached up, wrapping his hand around the shaft of Hashke's c**k, the way he did when he touched himself. Then he leaned in, and before he could question himself, he took the head of the c**k into his mouth.
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Warning: this 3800-word m/m story contains oral sex, fisting, and a whole new meaning to cowboys and Indians.
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An excerpt from FISTED BY THE INDIAN:
The dirt and rock was rough against his bare knees as he knelt in front of Hashke, but August barely noticed. He could see droplets of sweat sliding down the etched muscles beneath that bronze skin, and he couldn't look away – not until his eyes dropped lower, to the Indian's c**k.
It stood ready for him, hard and thick and flushed. August unconsciously licked his lips at the sight, then blushed as he realized what he'd done. The muscles of Hashke's stomach quivered as if he were laughing, but when August glanced up, all he saw was that slight smile.
“Take it slow,” Hashke said. “It's your first time and for all I know it might be your last, so make it count.”
August couldn't deny the truth of those words, or the way they touched the hidden desires buried inside of him. He reached up, wrapping his hand around the shaft of Hashke's c**k, the way he did when he touched himself. Then he leaned in, and before he could question himself, he took the head of the c**k into his mouth.
Fisted by the Indian (Gay Western Erotica)
After getting lost in the desert, cowboy August finally meets his savior, a gorgeous Indian man. Hashke offers to lead him out of the desert - but only if he grants the man's desire. Can August accept his own lust for this mysterious stranger, and give in to what they both want?
Warning: this 3800-word m/m story contains oral sex, fisting, and a whole new meaning to cowboys and Indians.
-----------------------------
An excerpt from FISTED BY THE INDIAN:
The dirt and rock was rough against his bare knees as he knelt in front of Hashke, but August barely noticed. He could see droplets of sweat sliding down the etched muscles beneath that bronze skin, and he couldn't look away – not until his eyes dropped lower, to the Indian's c**k.
It stood ready for him, hard and thick and flushed. August unconsciously licked his lips at the sight, then blushed as he realized what he'd done. The muscles of Hashke's stomach quivered as if he were laughing, but when August glanced up, all he saw was that slight smile.
“Take it slow,” Hashke said. “It's your first time and for all I know it might be your last, so make it count.”
August couldn't deny the truth of those words, or the way they touched the hidden desires buried inside of him. He reached up, wrapping his hand around the shaft of Hashke's c**k, the way he did when he touched himself. Then he leaned in, and before he could question himself, he took the head of the c**k into his mouth.
Warning: this 3800-word m/m story contains oral sex, fisting, and a whole new meaning to cowboys and Indians.
-----------------------------
An excerpt from FISTED BY THE INDIAN:
The dirt and rock was rough against his bare knees as he knelt in front of Hashke, but August barely noticed. He could see droplets of sweat sliding down the etched muscles beneath that bronze skin, and he couldn't look away – not until his eyes dropped lower, to the Indian's c**k.
It stood ready for him, hard and thick and flushed. August unconsciously licked his lips at the sight, then blushed as he realized what he'd done. The muscles of Hashke's stomach quivered as if he were laughing, but when August glanced up, all he saw was that slight smile.
“Take it slow,” Hashke said. “It's your first time and for all I know it might be your last, so make it count.”
August couldn't deny the truth of those words, or the way they touched the hidden desires buried inside of him. He reached up, wrapping his hand around the shaft of Hashke's c**k, the way he did when he touched himself. Then he leaned in, and before he could question himself, he took the head of the c**k into his mouth.
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| BN ID: | 2940015115031 |
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| Publisher: | Sabine Winters |
| Publication date: | 09/04/2012 |
| Sold by: | Barnes & Noble |
| Format: | eBook |
| File size: | 32 KB |
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