Jeramie Lecleaux is an eighteen-year old teen detective and slut puppy. When trouble strikes, he uses his sharp eyes, clever wits, and well-trained boypussy to root out clues and interrogate suspects.
No matter what the case calls for, Jeramie Lecleaux is ready to give it his all, even if it means going down on his hands and knees and putting his talents to work. No criminal is safe when this boyslut detective is on duty!
This bundle collects the first four previously-published Jeramie Lecleaux stories:
- Riding Daddy For Clues (originally published as The Case of the Dinner Table Deduction)
- Dad Uses Me From Behind to Solve Crimes (originally published as The Case of the Church Kitchen Catastrophe)
- Riding the Bus Driver
- Glory Hole Interrogation
Jeramie Lecleaux: Boyslut Detective: Four-Pack Bundle #1 is a 36,500-word collection.
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Excerpt
“C’mere,” Daddy instructed, giving his left leg a pat once he was comfortable. “Climb up on Daddy’s lap, boy. I wanna talk about something.”
Jeramie obeyed immediately. His little legs settled across his father’s lap. One arm wrapped around Daddy’s broad shoulders, stretching as far as it could go. Jeramie’s smile was as big as a kid’s meeting Santa at the mall.
“There,” he said, grinning big as his plump little rear bounced on his father’s thick, muscular leg. “I’m all set, Daddy.”
Daddy was smiling softly as he reached up, brushing his fingers through Jeramie’s hair. “Good boy,” he whispered, combing the long honey-colored locks.
Jeramie and his father both had long hair. Some of Jeramie’s teachers told him that it made him look like a girl. He didn’t care, though.
He liked having things in common with Daddy. They both had the same green eyes and pale skin. Their faces were similar too. They each had a Roman nose, a cleft in their chin, and feet that spread slightly like a duck’s.
Certain things about them that were different didn’t bother Jeramie so much. He loved that his Daddy was so muscular. He also loved the thick hair that covered Daddy on almost every part of his big body. Jeramie especially liked running his tiny fingers through it, the same way that Daddy loved combing through his hair.
“Tell me about your case, Daddy,” Jeramie said beseechingly. “I’m very curious.”
Daddy chuckled, placing a chaste kiss on the top of Jeramie’s head, one that lingered just a little longer than necessary.
“You certainly are,” he agreed. “A very curious boy. Always have been.”
Jeramie tilted his head up. Daddy’s hand left his hair, drawing the fingers out of the soft, silky locks to cup his son by the chin. Slowly, Daddy brought his lips down.
A soft moan escaped Jeramie’s throat as their mouths met. Daddy kissed his son slowly, taking his time to caress Jeramie’s lips with his tongue. A fresh shiver went through Jeramie’s body.