Pretty Perfect

By Laura S. Fox

Sean doesn't know much, being a virgin and all, but he knows one thing: that first time should be at least pretty perfect, with butterflies in his stomach and love at first sight. This is the reason why he doesn't want to just hook up and have sex, by frequenting gay bars, as his close friend suggests.

When a sexy dangerous good-for-nothing punk lands in his bed, is not for sex, though, and he has no hopes that he could score with Max, who seems to be light years apart from everything Sean envisions for himself. But when their lips connect, and Sean feels the butterflies in his belly trying to get free, he starts to understand how his first time should really look like.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Laura S. Fox
• Release date: Sep 30, 2015
• ISBN: 9781310318061

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Pretty Perfect

By

Laura S. Fox

Copyright © 2014 Laura S. Fox

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Pretty Perfect is a work of fiction. Any names, places, events, characters and everything else mentioned in the book are the result of the author’s imagination, and are purely used for fictitious purposes. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, places, events and everything else is a pure coincidence.

M/M Erotica

Intended for Mature Audiences Only

This book contains graphic depictions of sexual intercourse, strong language and it is not meant for readers who are less than 18 years of age.

Sean had seen them many times. Whenever he was on his way back from the nursing school, through the park, he saw them there. They were usually killing time, making fun of all the people happen to pass by, like they had not a single worry in the world. Baggy clothes, spiky hair, and way too much attitude.

He hated guys like those. They were just a bunch of punks, trying to act and look cool, when they were good for nothing. He hated passing by them. They always made fun of his glasses, or his clothes, or his hair. Or worse, although they could not really guess that, and they were just obnoxious and rude.

Dude, what a sexy chick!

What chick? Don’t you see it’s a sissy?

Hey, sissy boy!

Where are you going, four eyes?

Are you taking it up the ass?

Do you spit or swallow?

Luckily, they were never doing anything else but spewing all that crap. He’d tried going around the park, but in several days, it had proved too tedious, especially when he