Living It Up

By Oliver Thrust

Away from everything, will Alex finally have everything he desires?

Mr. Pratt has whisked Alex away to the Bahamas for a week of sun, sand, sex, and sin. But all is not well in paradise. Pratt is suddenly called away on business and Alex left alone and horny. Alex doesn’t know what to do without his older lover, and resents him for it.

However when Julius Croft enters the picture things get so much more complicated. He’s gorgeous and available. Will Alex be able to resist the temptation?

Living It Up is the seventh part in The Houseboy series. Alex gets a vacation, and more than one hot treat; but not without consequences.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Smoldering Books
• Release date: Jul 14, 2015
• ISBN: 9781310020414

Oliver Thrust

Oliver Thrust is a young gay erotica author, who specialises in writing kinky and taboo stories. When he’s not writing he’s doing research any way he can. Oliver loves to write about men of all shapes and sizes with a variety of kinks turning him on.As an author he’s trying to find out more about himself and his sexuality, with passion and arousal behind every word. Oliver is up for anything and likes to leave everyone he encounters happy and satisfied.

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Introduction

Hi I’m Alex and this the story of my transformation from virgin to whore—or something like that. I’m glad you’ve been reading so far and it’s only going to get better.

If you feel like catching up (and you should!) you can read Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five and Part Six.

Now let’s jump back in right after Mr. Pratt fucked me for the first time. I mean, erm, after we made love on top of an Audi.

Yup, I’m that classy.

All names and places changed to protect the innocent, and not so innocent.

1 - An Island Getaway

The plane landed smoothly, and when I looked out the window of the private jet I couldn’t quite come to terms with the past several hours. I had been bent over an expensive car, my virginity now taken and now whisked away to in luxury. Was this my life?

Mr. Pratt put his hand on my leg while the plane came to a complete stop. He was just as gorgeous as ever, of course.

We’re here, he said, giving me the kind of smile that filled me with joy.

I didn’t even know where we had been going, apparently that was all part of the surprise. As soon as we had got into the sky I knew we were headed somewhere exotic. We had flown for hours over water and out the small window I could see palm trees and blue sky.

I don’t even have a passport, I blurted when the gorgeous flight attendant came to usher me and Mr. Pratt off his private plane.

You won’t need one, he said with a wave of his manicured hand. All I could do was trust him. That’s all I had been doing, blindly following him and so far I hadn’t been steered wrong. The whole trip he had barely kept his hands off me, even when the flight attendant came to serve us dinner.

She hadn’t seemed to mind that Mr. Pratt’s hand was down the front of my pants. Neither had I, to tell the truth. There was just something about Mr. Pratt that made me hornier than I ever had been. He made me want to do things I’d never even thought possible.

What a whirlwind. It had all happened so fast, from the dealership to the airport and then in the sky. I hadn’t had time to let any of my friends know where I was. But it didn’t matter because I was smitten.

Here we are, Mr. Pratt said when we stepped out of the plane and I was immediately assaulted with hot, muggy heat. Just when I thought I was getting used to the warmth in Somerville, this was the next level.

Where are we? I asked, following him down the stairs towards the waiting limo. It seemed like we didn’t even need to go through customs. He was more important than I thought.

The Bahamas, Mr. Pratt said casually. I have a house here, I thought it would be nice to get away.

My jaw practically hit the floor and he laughed at my surprise while putting his arm around my shoulder. I loved the feel of him.

I like to treat my men, he said. You didn’t have anything planned did you?

I couldn’t blame him for being presumptuous, I had nothing too important. Just you know, work and my life. But it’s not like he had kidnapped me, although my stomach was in knots.

How long will we be here for?

A week, I guess. Mr. Pratt shrugged and we scooted into the blessedly air-conditioned limousine.

A week? I was suddenly sweating from more than just the temperature. What about my life? What about Blake, and my job? I need to make a few phone calls.

I pulled out my phone