Lollipop Lick (Lust at First Sight #1)

SUPER SHORT M/M EROTICA.

The first time that Malan Woods talked to Kent Greenwood, he was sucking off another guy behind the dumpster at the college. He’s been obsessed by him ever since. Malan is madly in lust with Malan and wants him badly but is too shy until one day after class Kent takes Malan for a lick that he will never forget. This super short story is the first book in the Lust at First Sight Series by Penelope Rivers. Super erotic gay sex, some will be offended. Read with discretion!


Penelope Rivers is an erotic novelist of M/M romance novels and short stories. A hopeless dreamer, she spends her day thinking about all things fantasy, romantic and not. It is her view that when you start choking on the occasionally dry bread of life, you need something sinfully delicious to chase it down with. Currently, she lives in Utah.


The whole night, he had dreamed of one thing only: Kent and his freakishly red lips. Was it normal to have lips as red as cherries? Why did he always have something in his mouth? Why had he been having oral sex with an old man to begin with? It wasn’t natural…but then, was it so natural to get so obsessed about it?

This was something so upsetting to Malan that he switched positions several times in bed, but it was getting hard to ignore the very prominent body part that was now giving him his morning “hello.” Moaning slightly, he knew that he had to do something fast. He could take a cold shower or he could…NO! He thought inwardly quite violently. I refuse to jack-off to the image of a guy sucking me off. That crosses the line.

Suddenly, all that Malan could see, though, was Kent’s red lips. They were taunting him, glistening with juices from a sucker, his bright green eyes flickering with laughter at the idea of Malan’s discomfort. Once again, he moaned and realized that he couldn’t help himself. He placed his hand downward, working his way up and down, feeling the throbbing heat.

SPLAT.

Shaking all over at the horror of what he had done, Malan reached over to his box of tissues that he kept on the side of his bed for this purpose, cleaning up the white liquid that had gushed out of his body. He sat up, seeing his reflection in his small mirror hanging on the wall, and caught sight of himself in it. For the first time, he truly hated what he saw: his disheveled brown hair, his blue-grey eyes, his fingers that were dripping wet. Never before had he imagined himself with another guy…until now.

Malan peered at the clock by his bed, realizing that he was now running late again thanks to the red-lipped “monster,” and he launched himself into his slightly cluttered closet and pulled on his usual attire of jeans, a T-shirt, and a cap. Scurrying out the door fifteen minutes later, he nearly tripped over a pair of shoes that he had not put away the night before. Even his mother’s usual breakfast—yes, it was an unfortunate circumstance that he still lived at home, but he thought that his parents were amazing—went ignored.

He glanced sadly at the eggs on the kitchen table, looking up into his mother’s bright, jewel-eyed smile as she looked at him, and shivered with guilt. Probably, she would weep if she knew. This was why he kissed her once, rushed out of the kitchen as fast as he could, not even bothering with an explanation.
After he had jumped into his car, it felt like it took him too long—and also not long enough—to reach the university. He had made it right on time without his usual dilly-dallying in the kitchen over eggs. As he rushed forward, he felt hit heart pound harder in his chest.