LOTTP/Lahey/Hot

From Create Your Own Story

Lahey's fuckable. Just admit it. Sure, he's got the Irishman's build, but he's always working out. One of the perks of being a shitty landlord is extra time to, "Get my reps on," as he calls it.

He's tall enough, his chest strains his white, v-neck t-shirt. You've seen him without his shirt on, before, and you're looking forward to seeing it again. He doesn't have a six-pack, but his stomach is flat and he's got just the right amount of hair in just the right places.

His face, though. Shit. That's something you're ready for: seeing his face flushed and cover in sweat. You take a moment to imagine his mouth wrapped around your cock. His green eyes staring directly up into your own, his mane of bright red hair tangled around your fingers...

Yeah. This is gonna work, you think.

You've always suspected that Lahey would be a decent lay. You've seen enough of his "company" coming in and out of his trailer to start thinking about it. The screams in the middle of the night have kept you up enough to jerk off thinking about it. Shit, those were some good times.

One time, in particular, stands out in your mind.

Remember that time he had Jason over.

Remember that time he had Jasmine over.

Remember? Fuck that shit. Get him out of his clothes and make some new memories.