Little Left To The Imagination

By After Dark

DESCRIPTION:
Decades after graduating high school, Augustus Rivera is reintroduced to an old sweetheart he never had the pleasure of “sealing the deal” with. Maria, of all people, should recognize him off the bat considering they dated for two years back then. Not much has changed except Augustus has lost a ton of weight and his body is now chiseled and ripped from the fat and flab she probably remember him best for.

EXCERPT:
“Here you go, Manuel.”
It took a millisecond for him to snap back into the con as reach for the towel out of her grasp. There had been no part of his name, nickname or otherwise, had ever been Manuel. It was something he came with on the spot after the familiar face of yesteryear looked over at him and it didn’t register to her who he was.

Sure you don’t recognize me. It’s only been twenty years! We dated for like an eternity back in high school, though. Two fucking years! We were each other’s first loves and sweethearts whatnot. I couldn’t have changed that drastically!

“Thanks, Maria.” He beamed to dry his face and thick hair.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lot's Cave, Inc.
• Release date: Mar 7, 2020
• ISBN: 9780463698310

After Dark

People are only now learning to discuss sex and sexuality with candor, and usually that is within the limits of marital sex. In my stories, I like to discover what is deeper.

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CONTENTS

Little Left To The Imagination

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Author’s Note

Family Exotica

Taboo Erotica

Other Novels

by After Dark

Chapter One

Augustus Rivera swam across the Olympic-sized pool to rinse the sweat clinging onto his hard chiseled frame. He emerged out of the sparkling blue water to wipe the harsh chlorine from his eyes in full view of the small cluster of women crowding the gray plastic benches nearby. He stood proudly still. Taking in the many gasps and giggles as he playfully winked back to let them know he too was in on the joke.

Leaves very little to the imagination, huh, ladies? Augustus boasted against their nervous amusement and valiant whoops.

Augustus had worked up an incredible sweat tackling the professional-grade obstacle course outside of the gate of the private outdoor gym. The course he treaded was initially intended for advance boot camp attendees. For the past hour or so, it was a training course to help him get camera-ready for Friday night. It was only the week before he was chosen by producers to be a contestant on a new show called America the Fit where he had a chance at $50K.

The prize money was his for sure, as far as he was concerned. And when he was informed he could wear any athletic gear of his choosing for the competition (of any of the show’s sponsored brands, of course), he chose something with little weight and no drag to them, picking these form-fitting white exercise trunks that molded over him like thin boxer briefs. It gave him the agility to move freely all the while thoroughly flicking away the sweat building up underneath them.

It was never his intent to show off the family jewels, leaving little left to the imagination.

When Augustus first got started on the course earlier, he was mortified by the aggressive catcalls. He instantly thought they were taunting him like they did back in high school. He was sensitive to it. Growing up with a big bull’s eye of an ass, especially since it chose to stay big and become more rigid after he started working out four years ago. His inner torment was soothed when the women started to make obscene gestures with their hands and mouths and howled lewd comments about his protruding manhood stuffed down there like a big sausage roll.

Here you go, Manuel.

It took a millisecond for him to snap back into the con as reach for the towel out of her grasp. There had been no part of his name, nickname or otherwise, had ever been Manuel. It was something he came with on the spot after the familiar face of yesteryear looked over at him and it didn’t register to her who he was.

Sure you don’t recognize me. It’s only been twenty years! We dated for like an eternity back in high school, though. Two fucking years! We were each other’s first loves and sweethearts whatnot. I couldn’t have changed that drastically!

Thanks, Maria. He beamed to dry his face and thick hair.

He looked at her, hoping some flash-in-the-pan memory would drudge up something and she would call him out for the practical joker she knew him to be.

It was killing him to play