Tuesday Tales – Pitch

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Today we have an excerpt from Taking the Body, Watkins Glen Gladiators #4.

Please do bear in mind that these snippets are unedited so please be kind if you find any mistakes.

This story may have gay erotic scenes, strong social issues addressed and mature language. If those things offend now is the time to move onto another Tuesday Tales blog. Thanks for stopping by!

 

 

 

Proceeding to my office with haste, I closed the door behind me, blowing out a breath that puffed my cheeks. This is what happens when one gives into one’s desires.

It seemed that Philip Greco was one of those surprising desires. Akin to discovering that you enjoyed liver when you thought you despised it for years. I held up Philip’s damp drawers, sighed, and then dropped them into the trash can beside my desk. I’d buy him a new pair to replace them.

I moved around the room, trying to sort my sleepy head, running my fingers over Papa’s huge mahogany desk as I daydreamed about last night. It was such a rarity for me to let go like that. Philip was the perfect bedmate. Vers, which was important to me for some days I wished to be the pitcher, other days the catcher. He was pushy, a little rough, and talked so filthy my cock was growing hard just recalling his long-winded admiring speech about my balls.

A soft rap at the door jarred me from my naughty thoughts. I sat down, rolled the chair in, and crossed my legs under the desk. I did not need Barnaby to see me with an erection after he’d found Philip’s BVD’s resting atop a soaking cereal bowl.

“Yes, come,” I called as I pretended to be reading something on my blank and quite dark desktop screen.

Barnaby came in carrying a tray with some coffee. “Perhaps you might wish to put your glasses on before reading that screen, sir?”

“Yes, yes, of course,” I replied, taking a moment to turn the damn desktop on then rummaging about on my desk to find my reading glasses. “I meant to do that of course,” I commented as I slid the fashionable hornrims onto my face.

“Of course, sir. Would you like me to draw the draperies in here?”

“Please, yes, thank you.” This room still had morning shade but it would creep in soon. It was more than a bit depressing to spend my days cloistered like that damn French vampire Philip was so fond of calling me but one did what one must.

 

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