Ask Me No Questions (MM)


Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 39,763
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Dylan Lakewood never imagined anyone would hit on him at his job working at the local shopping mall taking surveys for random products. But then he meets Trenton, a tall skater boy who puts the moves on him. Trenton introduces him to his shy friend, Bennett, who just happens to be on the run from the police, who think he murdered a college jock.

When Dylan agrees to hide Bennett, he unwittingly pits himself against a killer desperate to keep a hundred thousand dollar secret.

Ask Me No Questions (MM)
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Ask Me No Questions (MM)


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Word Count: 39,763
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“It’s cool, dude. So, are you into guys, or what?”

“Uh-uh-um ...” Dylan’s eyes bulged. He’d never been asked that point blank by a stranger before. He looked around the room, but there was nothing to help him.

“You can say yes, Dylan,” Trenton politely nudged him. “It’s totally cool.”

“Yes.” Dylan gulped, quite nervous. He never knew how someone would react when they heard he was gay. Maybe they'd laugh, or say it was awesome, or maybe they'd beat him up.

“Nice. Do you like tall guys with dyed hair?” Trenton asked, a twinkle in his hazel eyes.

“Yeah, I do.” Dylan’s confidence grew with Trenton’s positive attitude. He had the feeling Trenton was into guys as well.

“Good answer, Dylan man,” the skater said, bopping his head up and down. He absentmindedly scratched at his elbow, where the red cast ended. “Next question -- you ever suck off a dude you were surveying?”

“Never.” Dylan shook my head, immediately aware of the hard-on growing in his shorts. He eyed Trenton’s entire body up and down, from the blue and gray Sketchers to his blonde roots.

“Your question,” he said, prodding Dylan back to reality.

“Sorry. Uh, on a rating of one to ten, how much did you enjoy the pilot?” Dylan asked as he stood up and made his way to the door. “One is not at all, and ten is incredibly.” He clicked the lock on the door, ensuring no one would barge in on them.

“Seven,” Trenton replied, long lashes covering eyes glued on Dylan. “On the same rating of one to ten, how much do you want to suck my cock right now?”

“At least a nine.”

Trenton stood up and for just an instant Dylan feared he would pounce on him and beat him up or call for help or something. Instead, Trenton unzipped his dark jeans, revealing a flash of red briefs underneath that nearly matched his cast.

Dylan’s heart started racing, his palms sweating slightly. It was like watching a Christmas gift being slowly unwrapped. It had been quite a while since Dylan felt that level of excitement. He hadn't felt amazed or curious with Casey in years and there had hardly been a guy in the last year since he screwed around with that Latino guy that had to leave town.

Trenton unclasped his silver belt and opened his jeans up several inches, revealing his bulging briefs. Dylan’s eyes caught a few inches of his flat, taut abdomen. There was a well-defined V dipping into those briefs. Trenton brushed his hand over his well-trimmed blond pubic hair and hooked the rim of his underwear with both thumbs.

“One to ten, how much do you want this now?”


Trenton nodded his approval and lowered his briefs a few inches, allowing his cock to spring free. It pointed at Dylan in a forty-five degree angle.

Still sitting, Dylan admired the cock, just a foot and a half from his face. The purple head was cut and big. He guessed the whole member was around eight inches long at the very least.

“You’re practically drooling, dude,” Trenton pointed out. “What the fuck are you waiting for?”

Dylan reached out and grabbed Trenton’s dick. It was silky smooth to the touch. He gently pumped it for a few seconds before leaning forward. He darted his tongue out, running it along the circumference of the head.

“Mmmmm.” It grew even larger from Dylan’s attention.

Trenton’s right hand, the one in the cast, rose up to Dylan’s ear and gently caressed him. His other hand ran across his own abdomen, slowly rubbing his flat tummy.

Dylan opened his mouth wide, careful not to rub his teeth against Trenton’s large head, and dove onto his dick.

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