DOCTOR GAY - MEDICAL EROTICA BUNDLE by Tabatha Austin

Author:Tabatha Austin [Austin, Tabatha]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Published: 2015-11-13T14:31:40+00:00

DOCTOR GAY - MUSCLE THERAPY

I smiled as Mike and I both watched the handsome young guy with a blue and white plaid shirt walk down the street. I held my coffee cup a few inches from my mouth as his butt flexed back and forth under jeans that were either too tight or just right. Just depended on how dirty you were.

Just right.

His black hair was darker than Mike’s salt and pepper hair but it suited him well. Twenty years ago – hell ten – I’d chase him down. My lips pursed. Hell, he’d chase me.

Mike put down his fork and blinked. “Roger, I swear they get younger every year.”

I breathed deep and then forced myself to look away. I didn’t want to be one of those stereotypical older gay men who ogled younger guys.

Of course, some guys made it hard – no pun intended.

Mike continued to stare down at the toast as he buttered it back and forth. His normally rough voice raised in pitch. “That might be just what you need, you know?”

I shook my head. “I think I’m too old for Junior over there.”

Mike’s lips pursed. “You aren’t much older. Trust me. Second, nobody’s asking you to live together.” His eyes closed. “Sorry…”

I darted my eyes to the side, and I took in a quick breath.

Mike’s head tilted. “I didn’t intend to say anything, but now that it’s out… it’s been six months. Don’t you think– “

“It’s not that easy.”

“Nothing worth doing is.”

My eyebrow rose. “You’re easy. So you’re saying you’re not worth doing.”

He took a bite of his bread and raised his middle finger. With anybody else, it’d be vulgar. He had a way of making the littlest things adorable. I still wasn’t sure whether to count myself lucky I had him as a friend.

Or unlucky he’s not more.

He swallowed the last of his toast while his eyes went off to the side as if deep in thought. “Some of us like playing field. Others are more Suzy Homemaker.”

I nodded. It wasn’t something I could deny. Don’t get me wrong. There’s nothing wrong with a good lay, but I was approaching my twilight. Was it wrong to want to see a special man when I got home?

He raised his coffee, and pursed his lips in thought.

I inhaled the almost burnt coffee aroma.

He smiled. “No matter the reason, it wouldn’t hurt to get your feet wet.” He smiled. “By ‘feet’ I mean–”

“Yeah, yeah. I get it.”

“You’re fit, got some decent muscles, and I heard more than one guy mention ‘that cutie’.” His eyebrow rose. “Why, you’re almost as hot as me.”

“But not as modest.”

“Nobody’s perfect, dear.”

He watched me for several heartbeats. “So, Roger, why don’t you?”

I inhaled deep. “I can’t…”

His lips pressed together. “Sure you can. Just go to the club, wear that tight t-shirt that shows off your chest muscles then– “

I leaned forward and whispered. “I don’t mean I can’t go to the club.” My shoulders tightened. “I mean I can’t…”

His head tilted in confusion and then his eyes widened.

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