Lust and Love: A Danny Donovan Romantic Gay Thriller Spoof
Danny liked older men. He had grown tired of men his own age or younger. They not only had little general knowledge, they had little life experience. “The name is Donovan. Daniel Donovan,” he would introduce himself. He always introduced himself to lovers and others like James Bond, his movie spy hero.
Tall, curly straw-blond-haired with a thin blond mustache, blue-eyed and still boyishly beautiful, Danny had a swimmer’s body; a strong upper torso with a flat stomach, washboard abs, and a slender waist. He mainly lived in the present, but liked listening to old 1940s radio shows and music on his iPhone and watching old movies on television. Also, most of the time, he was horny as hell.
“You have a smile to die for,” Jake had told him when they were in bed together the night before.
Danny told himself that the smile came when a lover like Jake grabbed a handful of him between his legs and squeezed and squeezed, while at the same time massaging and clutching his pectorals. That’s when a lover really had him, both physically and emotionally.
Jake asked, “How the fuck old are you, anyway? I should’ve asked, last night. I don’t get it on with guys under eighteen. You don’t look much older than that.”
“I’ve been told I’m growing into my face slowly.”
“Take your time, Baby Face. Time goes fast enough without pushin’ it.”
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