Jeramie Lecleaux is an eighteen-year old teen detective and slut puppy. When trouble strikes, he uses his wits and his well-trained boypussy to root out clues and interrogate suspects. During an illicit tryst, Jeramie spots what he thinks might be a robbery happening in the house next door. But time is not on the slut puppy’s side. Jeramie must crack the case fast if he wants to finish what he started—mostly, getting his hole serviced!
Watersports Threeway is a 20,500-word short story.
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Excerpt
Standing in the door frame was Coach Ramirez.
“Coach…” Jeramie croaked, feeling very apprehensive all of a sudden. “Wh… what are you doing here?”
“Can’t a coach stop by to check up on one of his students?” Coach Ramirez wore a cheeky smirk as he pushed his way in. “I knew your dad wasn’t at home. His car’s not in the driveway.”
The door slammed shut behind Coach, who strode calmly past Jeramie into the kitchen. “So I thought I’d see if you needed a ride.”
“I can walk,” Jeramie replied, sounding a little less than happy. “And I have my bike.”
“Oh, I see.” Coach stopped, turning around at the dining table to rake his eyes up and down over Jeramie’s half-dressed form. “Then I guess you don’t need anything at all from me, huh?”
Jeramie watched as Coach reached down to pull at the crotch of his pants. A lump formed in the teen detective’s throat. Against his will, his eyes were drawn down to the bulge there. Jeramie could see the outline of Coach’s cock plainly.
Coach’s smile grew bigger. He knew the effect he was having. Reaching further down, he hefted up his balls and gave them a squeeze through the fabric.
Jeramie swallowed. “My dad’s…”
“Gone,” Coach Ramirez finished. “I know.”
There was a lot being left unsaid. A part of Jeramie was annoyed. This was his and Daddy’s private space—the house was where they went to get away from work and school to be together. Sure, Jeramie shared that with Ricky, but the boy next door was an exception. Coach Ramirez had come over uninvited. He had barged in without even waiting to be asked, and that was very rude.
On the other hand, Jeramie’s body was still desperately craving real cock. The doorbell had distracted him momentarily, but now that Coach was standing in the kitchen, he could focus on little else. It didn’t help that Coach was deliberately teasing him. Jeramie could see the whole outline of the older man’s cock underneath the fabric of his jeans. They looked tight enough to tear.
Jeramie knew there was enough cock inside those jeans to keep a boyslut satisfied for days, or even weeks.
“I…” Jeramie realized he’d been about to step toward Coach. Getting a grip on himself, he forced the foot back. “I don’t think now’s such a good…”
Coach waited, still rubbing his crotch invitingly. “Time?” he offered, finishing the sentence.
“Yeah.” Jeramie swallowed the lump in his throat again. “Ricky’s… he should be here soon.”
Coach took one step forward, still holding himself inside of his jeans. “You could just not answer the door,” he offered temptingly. “Play hooky for one day. Pretend you’re sick.”
The idea had already been circling around in the back of Jeramie’s head. Ricky had nudged him into doing that before. According to his best friend, everyone needed a little extra time off once in a while. It had become a tradition for them to fake a cold and spend the day playing video games together.
“Every boy needs a day for himself once in a while,” Coach said, echoing Ricky’s words inside Jeramie’s head. “We could have fun together. Just the two of us.”
Coach was standing in front of Jeramie now. Jeramie could see the fibers in Ramirez’s jeans. They were indeed straining against the pressure of such a huge, thick cock trying to get out.