Phantom
Lure 1
Driver
Driver, hurry, have me any way you want!
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Paranormal Gay/Bisexual Romance,
Voyeurism and Exhibitionism
He drives when the need arises; it's a
ride Grange Stafford looks forward to, one that sustains his life force -- a
ride that will end fulfilling every imagined carnal yearning.
The handsome man driving the bus on
Roman Curt's route to work appears in an unrealized fantasy. What would his
girlfriend think of his wanton desires? Roman envisions sharing more than her
with the stranger whose intent green eyes observe him through the rear view
mirror. Roman wants to be his lover too!
Excerpt:
Roman
pressed his head against the coolness of the metal door, rapidly sucking in
air. The bus driver had to be following him, hell, he said he sent him here! Shit, Paula! She sat engrossed in a
movie Rom had found a little too saccharine. His sudden urge for a beer
vanished. God forgive him because he knew what would happen.
Roman
returned, and just inside the door, he felt eyes on him. Peering right, he made
out the driver’s outline in the darkened theater. Trembling, he eased between
seats folded up until he reached one pulled down for him. Bastard knew he’d
come.
“You’ll
come a lot for me.”
“What?
Who are you?” Their voices were mere whispers in the dark yet Rom felt the
whole room heard them.
“My
name is Grange. Don’t worry, their attention is on the movie but we don’t have
long.”
“Fuck!” How had his hand moved so fast?
It tugged the zipper of Rom’s slacks down slowly and reached in to pull out his
penis.
“Commando,
I like that.”
“Please,
not here.”
“Next
time will be at my place, and with Paula, but I wanted you to myself first.”
“Next
time?”
“Oh,
I promise you that.”
Long,
thick fingers played with Rom’s dick and delved into his pants to knead balls
already tight enough to burst. His ass had a life of its own it seemed because
he couldn’t remember lifting it yet Roman’s butt wasn’t touching the seat as he
gripped the arms and rammed his cock through Grange’s fingers. “Jesus!”
“You’ve
imagined this, haven’t you?”
“How…
unnhhh, feels good.”
“Fuck
my hand.”
Rom
obeyed, thrusting his rock-hard length up and down. He felt as if time stood
still as he pressed through Grange’s warm fingers. Pre-cum slipped out in large
amounts wetting the man’s hand and he used it as lube to ease up and down.
Roman no longer cared. All he thought about was Grange, what his fingers did,
and coming. Leaning back, he closed his eyes and rambled through memories of
last night with Paula, memories generously laced with bits and pieces of what
he wanted from the man beside him. Rom became acutely aware this was only the
beginning. “What have you done to me?”
“Roman,
let me taste you.”
“Ah-ahhh,
Jesus! You know my name?” Damn it, Rom couldn’t stop his hips from spiking
upward.
“Everything
you imagined will be yours.”
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