{"product_id":"2940149761753","title":"Sins And Lovers - Gay Romance Erotica","description":"My first time with a man.\u003cbr\u003eExcerpt:\u003cbr\u003eI woke up shortly after with the odd feeling of being watched. Removing the book from my face, I sat up. Robert was there, lying on his side on a rug opposite me. He was staring unashamedly, and didn't look away when I caught his eye. He smiled lazily, and I began to wonder if I had falafel sauce on my chin or something.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"You look cute when you're asleep\" he said, winking. \"Which seems to be...most of the time?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI slid on my sunglasses. \"You have the knack of catching me at bad times\" I said haughtily. The compliment was wasted on me, stoned as I was.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"What kind of an accent is that?\" he asked, the grin getting wider. I bristled. It always bothered me when people would remark on my accent. I was sick of the sheep-shagging jokes and the \"what foot do you kick with\" kind of stuff that follows citizens of Northern Ireland wherever they go. I lifted my book, hoping to signal an end to any further attempts at conversation.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Whatever, man\" he said eventually and rolled onto his back, using his bag as a pillow. Spreading his newspaper out over his stomach and lap, he began to read, moving his outstretched leg idly from side to side. I took the opportunity to sneak another look at him through my sunglasses.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSleek, dark hair swept back in a ponytail. The hint of stubble. White t-shirt, plain khaki shorts, sandals. I reminded myself he hadn't had time to become a crusty just yet although the hair showed potential. My gaze travelled up his leg. The tan began to fade as thigh met shorts. There was no distinct line, just a graduation from very brown to...He shifted position again and I caught a distinct glimpse something tantalizingly shadowy nestling against his upper thigh. I couldn't take my eyes off him, waiting for him to move again so I could see it again. It formed a very nice bulge in his shorts, certainly. My cock started to swell and I was astonished. I flipped myself casually onto my stomach in case he noticed I was pitching a tent. Still pretending to read, I continued to stare and was rewarded when he sat up to fold his paper away. He took a swig from his can of mango juice and lay down on his back again, feet on the ground, knees bent in the air. Again I saw what I was looking for, nestling against his thigh in the darkness of the cover of his shorts, but it wasn't a great view. Still, I couldn't stop looking. By this stage my cock was beating a tattoo against the hard, scratchy mattress and I wiggled, only making my predicament worse.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBefore long, I was desperate for a jack off and began hoping that Robert would get up and go. I put my head down, frustrated and unable to believe that I had become so aroused just by looking up a man's shorts. He just had the most amazing thighs. But he lay there, oblivious. Soon though, it was obvious that he had fallen asleep, judging by the soft snores. I leapt up at the opportunity, covering my obvious excitement with my book and dashing over to the toilets. I was almost whimpering as I dropped the book and rapidly choked my spunk out all over the toilet seat (who says men can aim), seeing stars in the process.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eRobert was still lying there when I sneaked past him. He had crossed his legs, and was looking incredibly chaste. His mouth was slightly open and I tried to imagine what it would be like to taste him, to lie with my head on his belly, listening to his body gurgle. I rubbed the scars on my wrists reflectively, a habit I was no longer trying to break. No one asked about them, no one stared. I'd thrown away the daft looking wristbands I used to cover them with. I had found a place where I was truly happy and accepted, and I meant to enjoy it for as long as I could.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eReception was warm and buzzing with new arrivals. I could smell the harshness of Noblesse cigarette smoke stinging the back of my throat. Helping myself to coffee, I sat down, lit up and started chatting to whoever would listen, thinking \"this is the life. Isn't th","brand":"J.L. David","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47079887962352,"sku":"2940149761753","price":4.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0737\/7593\/9824\/files\/2940149761753_p0.jpg?v=1763722535","url":"https:\/\/shop-qa.barnesandnoble.com\/products\/2940149761753","provider":"Barnes \u0026 Noble (DEV)","version":"1.0","type":"link"}