Gutter Mind – Smoke Valley MC – Sex & Mayhem Read Online K.A. Merikan

Categories Genre: Biker, Gay, GLBT, M-M Romance, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 112
Estimated words: 103637 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 518(@200wpm)___ 415(@250wpm)___ 345(@300wpm)
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“Why? Why did you take his shit in the first place?”

Kane didn’t seem offended and laughed, massaging the back of his head, which had hit the wall upon impact. “Oh, so now it’s my fault? You know you loved seeing yourself in those pics. Though maybe it’s just misidentification? Your schlong isn’t quite so big.”

“But my fists are big enough to bash your face in, so don’t you dare mention this—” Mike waved the sketchbook in the air “—to him!”

Kane raised his hands. “So the boy’s a little perv. What’s the big deal?”

Mike roared. “You should have let him perv in peace, Kane! What the fuck? Should I log into your girlfriend’s livestream, if it’s not a big deal?

He knew he’d hit a nerve when Kane’s face went bright red. “Don’t you fucking dare!”

“That’s what I thought, so stop bothering him!”

Kane pulled out his wallet with a huff, and handed Mike fifty bucks. “I thought you were playing a game, but I guess the pictures prove he really is into you.”

Mike threw the note right back into Kane’s face. “Go fuck yourself! You tell anyone about those damn drawings, and I’ll end you, Kane!” Mike growled, more agitated by the second. The lewd pictures passed through his mind along with the image of Arden’s eyes tearing up, and his brain refused to put them into separate boxes. He’d fucked up.

Kane spread his arms. “Fine. I like money,” he grumbled as he picked up the bill, but Mike was already on his way out of the free weights area.

“Mom?” he asked, approaching the reception desk with a huff. “You seen Arden? Did he leave the gym?”

“No, but I saw him running that way. Is everything okay? He was crying. Did you break up?” she asked with a concerned expression, but Mike hated the hint of hope in her voice.

“No, Mom, Kane was a shit to him,” he said curtly and jogged down the blue corridor, his head pulsing whenever he thought of the image depicting a man who was unmistakably him—and he recognized it by the toucan tattoo on his shoulder—fucking Arden in the showers, which was a fantasy they apparently shared. He stilled by one of the few windows, breathing in the fresh coat of paint on the walls and looked at the cutesy pink pattern on the cover of the stolen sketchbook.

He shouldn’t open it again.

But he did.

When asked about his drawing, Arden had claimed they were fashion designs. Mike had no interest in fancy clothes, and would have long forgotten the sketchbook if its contents weren’t a secret. When something was forbidden, Mike wanted it all the more. As had been the case with the broccoli, and that had also been one of the reasons why he’d gotten interested in Harlyn Jaren in the first place. His stupid curiosity always got him in trouble, but when he opened the sketchbook again… boy, was he in for a treat.

Page one only featured an elaborate ornamental proclamation.

Owner: Gutter Mind where the i was a dick spurting a drop of cum.

Despite lust already boiling inside him, Mike had to first acknowledge that Arden was actually great at drawing. His style wasn’t realistic and resembled comic book characters, with exaggerated features, but other than that, the anatomy, and there were many bodies, was spot on.

Arden didn’t just draw himself, but many different twinks with all sorts of hair or special features like piercings, tattoos, or tentacles and hooves for that matter, but there was a consistent thread of those boys getting fucked by big buff types. From minotaurs, to bikers, the tops in his drawings were big, bad, and horny. Their huge dicks dripped with pre-cum, or were already embedded in tight round asses. The sex was rough, and included double penetration, bondage, lingerie, and toys. There was sex underwater with some kind of shark man on one page, and sex on a pool table with the bottom’s expression hazy with desire as he sucked on a cue on another.

Some of the tops had their faces crossed out with harsh strokes of a black marker, but there was no denying that Mike featured prominently in the newer drawings, as the kind of stud he liked to see himself as. His stamina—endless.

Mike sighed, shivering as lust wrapped itself around the base of his dick like a cock ring.

Shit.

He’d never watched any gay porn, but those pictures, with their energy and exaggerated elements were so erotic he couldn’t help but imagine himself in place of the dominants, just where Arden wanted him. Topping a slutty boy in stockings and a tightly-laced corset while the gorgeous creature held his ass cheeks open and begged for dick.

And the fact that this boy, who’d already managed to stir so much confused desire in Mike, has created all this, only made his budding need more pressing.


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