{"product_id":"2940149350711","title":"I Was a Male Nympho for the FBI","description":"He’s hitchhiking on the highway to hell.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eVic Tulsa works undercover for the FBI but because he’s gay and out – and handsome as a top Hollywood star – he gets all sorts of abuse from his co-workers, especially his boss, Ted Hass, who would like nothing better than to see his ass fired. When his boss sees an opportunity to get rid of him permanently, he sends Vic undercover on a case where he may not come out alive. Hot, young men have begun disappearing while hitchhiking along a section of interstate A380. What Vic discovers will push his secret sex addiction to the limits when he becomes one of the young men strung up in an SM club, to be sold to the highest bidder.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eExcerpt\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCasebook Log #369\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eYou know how humiliating it is to assume the position against a cop car, your shorts down around your ankles, your tackle flapping in the breeze, while a deputy gives you the once over before fat Sheriff Tucker covers his podgy fingers in a rubber glove to inspect your anal area for drugs? \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIt was such a fuckin’ buzz, and I loved it. Plus, I had them right where I wanted them.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI’d been hitchhiking along the interstate A380, stripped to the waist to show off my hot abs and ceps; my pecs and back awash with perspiration, my shorts barely hiding my fat sausage of a cock. See, I get turned on when I display myself like this. I’m an exhibitionist at heart. Hell, there ain’t much that I’m not when it comes to things sexual. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMy ass is my best asset, so my cut-off jeans were way too revealing – cut so that half my ass cheeks were on display. I was – I am – hot, hot, hot! I attracted attention just the way I like it. A couple of guys drove around in circles to get a gander at me to make sure I was for real. You seldom saw what I was offering outside a porn movie. A couple of the more adventurous, or more horny, guys pulled over to see if I wanted a lift. Any driver who looked as if he was packing got my attention. And my ass or my mouth later, if he wanted them. Who am I kidding? They always wanted them. It was the only reason they picked me up. I didn’t need a lift and their concern for my comfort and welfare was anything but altruistic. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLike I’m complaining?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI could have made a fortune because most of my pick-ups thought I was on the game and their first question after “You need a lift?” and my response, “Nah, I need a fuck” once I’d hopped in their car, was usually, “How much?” When I told them it was all free they couldn’t believe their luck, especially the guys sporting wedding rings. Even more so the guys who were a little on the homely side or else putting on the weight. You see, I’m an equal opportunity fuck. Just about insatiable. As long as it’s male and has a cock, preferably on the largish size – but  even that doesn’t matter – I’m available. Solo, double acts, or groups. You name your poison. Not that anyone’s died yet from sampling my wares, although a few have had heart palpitations from the exertion of trying to satisfy me.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI knew I’d eventually attract the attention of the authorities. I was causing all sorts of traffic infringements as guys, and an almost equal number of women, slowed down to ogle the booty. The ladies were out of luck.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI noticed the cop car trailing me just far enough back they thought they were invisible, and stepped up my slutty behavior, wiggling my luscious buns even more blatantly at the passing parade. My training meant I had a second sense when it came to being followed. I was encouraging it. I wanted to provoke the cops but it seems I’d have to be more outrageous. I stopped and flexed, showing off my body even more blatantly, bending over to open my knapsack to retrieve my water bottle so that my ass spread invitingly for speeding voyeurs, the thin strip of fabric between my cheeks barely covering my twitching hole. If passers-by looked closely enough they’d probably see the sun reflected off the snail trail of dried spunk glistening in and around my butt hole. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eDoes it get any better than that?\u003cbr\u003e","brand":"LYDIAN PRESS","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47079621656816,"sku":"2940149350711","price":2.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0737\/7593\/9824\/files\/2940149350711_p0.jpg?v=1763722758","url":"https:\/\/shop-qa.barnesandnoble.com\/products\/2940149350711","provider":"Barnes \u0026 Noble (DEV)","version":"1.0","type":"link"}