The Sir

By Marco May

Twenty-year-old Jacques fantasizes about being with much older men. All the guys he's been with around his own age just didn't cut it, and the one man he's been with who was older wasn't old enough. He wants a true silver fox, and he's more than willing to seek out one who attracts him the right way.

That's when he meets Sir Nicholas, who might as well be a reimagined Santa stud. After an awkward encounter at the gym where Jacques works, Nicholas offers him a job that pays far more than his janitor position. He’s to be a kept sex slave to serve Nicholas -- and whomever else the sexy Sir wants him to serve. Jacques eagerly accepts. After all, Nicholas is exactly the man he's waited so long to find.

But the more he spends time with Nicholas, the more Jacques wants exclusivity. He’s determined to win his sexy silver fox over to monogamy. Will he manage to get what Nicholas doesn’t seem willing to give? Or will he be just another temporary toy?

• Language: English
• Publisher: JMS Books LLC
• Release date: Dec 5, 2019
• ISBN: 9781646562152

Marco May

I'm an author of gay romance and erotica (college, kink, and age gaps). I’ve been writing fiction for many years, and I find it to be a strong passion that can’t compare to any other interest I have. I started writing erotica secretly at a young age after I’d already been drawing homoerotic content for a while.

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The Sir

By Marco May

Published by JMS Books LLC at Smashwords

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Copyright 2019 Marco May

ISBN 9781646562152

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are solely the product of the author’s imagination and/or are used fictitiously, though reference may be made to actual historical events or existing locations. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

Published in the United States of America.

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I don’t have very many people in my life. So, I’d like to thank the few family members and friends close to me who have supported my writing and believed I could have a chance at some kind of success. You know who you are, and for that, you’re special to me.

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The Sir

By Marco May

I watched the young jock lying face down on the leather swing, blindfolded and whimpering. He was trapped now. Nothing could save him from the dirty old man, whose aged hands gripped the jock’s ankles while rocking his naked body hard from behind, sweaty slam after sweaty slam. Sometimes, another dirty old man would stand on the other side of the jock and grab a fistful of hair while thrusting into his mouth, but not in this one. Just the two in this one.

I stroked my super-hard cock with the last bit of my bottle of lube, making a quick mental note to buy some more. My fingers moved back and forth from nipple to nipple as a boost, causing my eyes to get heavy in delight. That jock boy had been way too naughty. He’d done something to annoy the old man. Instead of a hand or a paddle for punishment, it was a fat cock plunging into the jock relentlessly while his ass cheeks jiggled from each thrust. No loud moan or cry for help would stop the old man, already in the zone of pure lust.

Because I’d watched this video before over and over again, I knew when exactly to come. I waited and waited, edging all too torturously for the past half an hour, and waited and waited some more. The old man’s grunts turned into loud roars, like drawn-out cries of achingly sweet pleasure. No condom in this, marked and claimed for eternity. That was when I shot all over my chest and over my left shoulder. This time, my bottom lip as well, and I licked my own sweet taste from all the fruits I regularly ate.

What I’d do to be that jock, who’d gone on to a slew of other videos and was now a well-known porn star. I didn’t want to be a porn star, though. I just wanted to be him in that particular video.

I flipped down the lid of my laptop, gave a hard blow of relief, wiped the sweat from my forehead and nose, and got up from my desk chair. I grabbed a used T-shirt from the hamper, used it to clean myself, then threw it back, ready for a warm shower before work, despite the heater being on all the way. I entered the bathroom and captured my reflection in the long mirror nailed to the back of the door. Faint abs, decent pecs, and a bubble butt. I still had it all along. I smirked at the memory of being hit on at the gym and gay