Very taboo. Not for the faint of heart. May include taboo and forbidden elements. This is a vintage **full length** (100+ Pages), post-censorship erotic novel.
It was just a business dinner, at least that's all it seemed. Dave and I had invited Steph over to our place to discuss the possibilities of merging our two mail order businesses: D&M Custom Auto Parts and Custom Car Interiors, which Stephanie ran. I'm M, Mike of that combination.
I'd better say up front that I'm bi and like sex any way I can get it.
Dave and I got into the car business quite by accident, literally: I ran into his car and put a massive dent in his fender. Dave's a big guy. I remember that day very well. I was not paying attention to my driving. In fact, I was cruising a brother and sister pair walking down the sidewalk ahead of me. Both of them had nice asses. And I was hoping to get close enough to find out what kind of tits she had and what kind of a basket he was packing.
So I was gawking to the left, crotch astir with lustful thoughts, when Dave, though I didn't know his name at the moment, pulled out of the side street, he had the green no doubt about that, and I got his left front fender right where it costs the most to repair.
Well, the cute couple turned around and started walking our way as Dave got out of his now damaged Regal. He got out, and he got out, and he got out. I mean he was tall. Not only that but he looked mean.
He was wearing a black T-shirt with a mean looking emblem in silver. I knew I was going to read the emblem any minute, and probably a fist full of knuckles too.
I said to him, as he glowered at me and looked back at his bashed in fender, "Sorry, I was gawking. " I turned to see the dynamic mixed duo approaching us and said to them, "Would you be witnesses for the insurance."
Turned out that the boy's name was Bruce and the Girl's, Robbin. Can you beat that: They didn't have any place to go and so we called the police from the gas station at the comer.
That's when I noticed something strange in Dave's behavior. Well, my own wasn't too shabby either. He talked to Robbin and I talked to Bruce. Stupid name. The kid was thin and lanky, but he had a nice body. Hell, he had a great body.
The upshot of it all was that the four of us became friends and went to my house where I offered to make some shrimp stir fry. Bruce came to watch me work and I spent most of my time trying to get him into bed. Good thing I'd watched and practiced cutting onions and celery like that Chinese guy on Yan Can Cook. Otherwise I'd have lost some fingers, as it was I nearly cut my fingers off.
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