Lust at First Sight Series by Penelope Rivers

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... moreSUPER 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. less

SUPER SHORT EROTICA M/M. Philip has had his eyes on Edwin for what seemed like his entire life. But Edwin never paid him much attention, but stalking Edwin can’t hold back his longing lust for Philip any longer and when they meet in a bar, Philip’s dream of being “filled up” by Philip is on the verge of cumming true. Equal to 26 pages. Excerpt: Phillip crawled upward and stuck his tongue in Edwin’s ear just before he exhaled sharply and said, “Nowhere. You’re my first, last, and always... moreSUPER SHORT EROTICA M/M. Philip has had his eyes on Edwin for what seemed like his entire life. But Edwin never paid him much attention, but stalking Edwin can’t hold back his longing lust for Philip any longer and when they meet in a bar, Philip’s dream of being “filled up” by Philip is on the verge of cumming true. Equal to 26 pages. Excerpt: Phillip crawled upward and stuck his tongue in Edwin’s ear just before he exhaled sharply and said, “Nowhere. You’re my first, last, and always.” At these words, Edwin began to open Phillip’s tight business pants and revealed Phillip’s briefs underneath. Quickly, exhaling sharply, Phillip began to yank them off and lurched forward in a stealthy, cat-like way again in an attempt to kiss Edwin’s body some more. It was so pleasurable hearing Edwin moan that it was like a thousand electro waves were being sent through his body. “Let me do something for you for a change,” Edwin said, finally making use of his prone, athletic body. In one swift motion, he had Phillip on his back before he could even breathe. “There we go.” If he thought that kissing Edwin was pleasurable, then it was nothing to laying underneath him in such a way, especially when Edwin removed both his jeans and his I-love-bananas boxers. Edwin pressed himself on top of him full mast, laying down and kissing him deeply on the mouth for a few minutes as their tongue caressed each others. Eventually, they broke apart. A cocky grin covered Edwin’s face, and he started to kiss Phillip’s neck. Phillip whimpered as Edwin began to gently stick out his tongue, running it down lower and lower until he was at the very elastic of Phillip’s underwear. With the tip of his finger, Edwin gently touched the top of the white tent. “Let’s get these off, then, shall we?” Edwin purred, grabbing the elastic and seductively pulling them down Phillip’s legs with only a little trouble. “Hmm.” They were both naked now, and Phillip was getting desperate, his body so hungry to finish that he felt as though his entire soul was throbbing. Edwin’s muscles, the ones that he had been examining and fantasizing about for most of his life, glistened with sweat and gorgeousness. Every kiss, filled with heat and passion, made him want to climax more. If only Edwin would be inside him, filling him, then his whole life would be complete. About the Author: 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 with an abnormal amount of pets. Cover by Fantasia Frog Designs less

SUPER SHORT EROTICA M/M. John Mercardo’s student, James Hannah, is cute, freckly, and innocent looking. It is unfortunate that James happens to also be a little crazy, since he asks everyday after class: “I want to have sex with you.” It is only when John takes him back to his place to teach James a thing or two that he discovers that he’s the one that’s about to learn a very naughty lesson." SHORT STORY, equal to 30 PDF print pages. Explicit M/M... moreSUPER SHORT EROTICA M/M. John Mercardo’s student, James Hannah, is cute, freckly, and innocent looking. It is unfortunate that James happens to also be a little crazy, since he asks everyday after class: “I want to have sex with you.” It is only when John takes him back to his place to teach James a thing or two that he discovers that he’s the one that’s about to learn a very naughty lesson." SHORT STORY, equal to 30 PDF print pages. Explicit M/M. EXCERPT: When a person was the professor of the History of Homosexuality class like John Mercardo was, it was to be expected that some strange students migrated into his path. It wasn’t the curriculum itself, which was taught in the same manner as his Spanish courses, that drew the weird students. What brought in the bizarre crow was the fact that this class—or more rather, a set of extracurricular seminars—didn’t really fit into any major’s category, thus giving no credit besides extra knowledge. It was just there, almost as obvious as a bowl of ice cream would be inside of the meat section. The weirdest student of all, though, he knew by name: James Hannah. He was a sweet kid, barely noticeable among the drabble of college students that came in his path, until James arrived at his seminar. Of course, he always received the same questions by one wise ass student on the first day: “Professor, are you gay?” His answer was always the same: “Yes, I am. Just make sure that I don’t have to keep you after class. You never know what I might do.” Usually, that depleted half of the students rather quickly. That was, for the most part, what a great deal of them wanted to know anyway. It was enough to make him want to spit. There was history in everything, especially in sexual preferences. The students just wanted reasons to gossip. That was when James came. He sat down in the front like he always did during John’s Spanish class, eyes brimming eagerly. Seminars were hotspots for kids like him: enthusiastic to learn, the I-want-to-know-it-all. John loved and loathed that type of student. What made James different, though, was the question that he asked after the students had cleared. John was bending down, leafing through his notes, when suddenly James materialized before him looking slightly ashen faced. John had always thought that James was attractive, as he was a shy-faced boy with golden hair and a large array of freckles. John felt slightly bad for scaring him with his pun, having assumed that was why James was flushing. After all, he had never, ever taken a student after class. He always just said it to scare away the people that weren’t there to learn. “What do you need, James?” John asked with a gentle tone. “Well,” James said, shuffling his feet sweetly and looking down at his jeans. “Did you mean what you said about students after class?” About the Author: 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 with an abnormal amount of pets. Cover by Fantasia Frog Designs less

SUPER SHORT M/M EROTICA. Roger both loathed and loved Dr. Matt Ryan. Ever since he could remember, his parents have said: “Why can’t you be more like Matt?” It is only when he discovers that Dr. Perfect wants to do perfectly lusty things to him that he realizes being in hate and in love isn’t such a bad thing after all. One evening, Dr. Perfect asks Roger to go for a ride that ultimately changes Roger’s life forever… Excerpt: Roger both hated and loved Dr... moreSUPER SHORT M/M EROTICA. Roger both loathed and loved Dr. Matt Ryan. Ever since he could remember, his parents have said: “Why can’t you be more like Matt?” It is only when he discovers that Dr. Perfect wants to do perfectly lusty things to him that he realizes being in hate and in love isn’t such a bad thing after all. One evening, Dr. Perfect asks Roger to go for a ride that ultimately changes Roger’s life forever… Excerpt: Roger both hated and loved Dr. Matt Ryan of Anne’s Mercy Hospital. For one, they had grown up together and had been next-door neighbors, but Matt had always been an over achiever: top of every class, student council president, volunteer group leader. They had also gone to the same high school, and Roger hadn’t spent a day without hearing the words, “Matt Ryan.” Roger, though, was his family’s underachiever and was the only child of two parents that had more than enough to say about their neighbor’s son: “Why don’t you act more like the Ryan’s boy? He got Valedictorian!” “Why don’t you go to medical school like that boy, Matt?” “Why can’t you be more social, more like that Matt?…” The only halfway decent thing that Roger had ever done, which was still not good enough in his parent’s eyes, was to go to nursing school. Now, years later, he had thought that he was over and done with that Matt Ryan stuff. That was up until a week ago when a fellow nurse had responded to a question that he had asked about the new doctor that was supposed to be arriving: “The new doctor? I think that his name is Matt Ryan or something…” And so Matt Ryan came to plague Roger’s life again, sixty miles away from home with all of the hospitals in-between. Yet Roger, with all of his envy and pain, was just like everybody else: he was completely head over heels in love with Dr. Matt Ryan, despite the fact that he was a guy. His deep felt love was one of the reasons why he left in the first place, besides his parents. What was the point of having a love/hate relationship with a man that everybody adored? Matt was probably going to end up with a model-esque creature that also had a graduate degree—basically, another “perfect person,” just like Matt. That was why, as Roger leaned downward as he smiled at an eight-year-old girl that was leaving after having gotten stitches, he was shocked when Matt remained longer than necessary, prolonging their closeness. They had talked a few times—many, in fact—but there was always a hidden edge to every personal conversation. Roger thought that this was probably due to the fact that Matt was more than aware of how much better he was, despite how he never said it. That was another reason why Matt was so perfect. He was humble to the point of it being damnable. “So…” Matt said, fumbling around with his notes. Once again, the conversation took that awkward, edgy turn that it always did. Roger silently looked down at his navy blue scrubs, suddenly feeling unnaturally short. “You’re off in fifteen minutes, aren’t you?” “Yes,” Roger said stiffly, shuffling his white shoes that nurses were required to wear. Inside the examination room, which was basically a tile area with a counter, a cot, and drawers, he felt entirely too conspicuous. “The same time as you, right?” “Yeah,” Matt retorted. “Want to go to dinner with me? It’s Friday, and I would like some company. I have big news and nobody to share it with.” Dr. less

There’s nothing like a fireman, especially a male one who likes other men! Fireman Dodge is a steaming hot short story about Fireman Dodge and his lightening rod. Dodge was a firefighter, and yes, he did have a six-pack, toned arms, and quads of steel. Little did these swooning women know that he was also attracted to men. “I’ve always wanted to be rescued,” he said to Fireman Dodge. “I’m Norman, but you can call me Norm... moreThere’s nothing like a fireman, especially a male one who likes other men! Fireman Dodge is a steaming hot short story about Fireman Dodge and his lightening rod. Dodge was a firefighter, and yes, he did have a six-pack, toned arms, and quads of steel. Little did these swooning women know that he was also attracted to men. “I’ve always wanted to be rescued,” he said to Fireman Dodge. “I’m Norman, but you can call me Norm. You’re my hero!” The next thing that Dodge knew, Norm was kissing him square on the mouth, tongue and all. Almost immediately, Dodge felt himself react as the smell of sweat and fire—something that now caused adrenaline to rush through his veins due to repeated job-related exposure—filled his nostrils. I shouldn’t be feeling this, Dodge thought darkly, his heart beating hard, but I’ll be damned if this strange guy isn’t the best kisser that I’ve ever had. less

There’s nothing like a fireman, especially a male one who likes other men! Fireman Dodge is a steaming hot short story about Fireman Dodge and his lightening rod. Dodge was a firefighter, and yes, he did have a six-pack, toned arms, and quads of steel. Little did these swooning women know that he was also attracted to men. “I’ve always wanted to be rescued,” he said to Fireman Dodge. “I’m Norman, but you can call me Norm... moreThere’s nothing like a fireman, especially a male one who likes other men! Fireman Dodge is a steaming hot short story about Fireman Dodge and his lightening rod. Dodge was a firefighter, and yes, he did have a six-pack, toned arms, and quads of steel. Little did these swooning women know that he was also attracted to men. “I’ve always wanted to be rescued,” he said to Fireman Dodge. “I’m Norman, but you can call me Norm. You’re my hero!” The next thing that Dodge knew, Norm was kissing him square on the mouth, tongue and all. Almost immediately, Dodge felt himself react as the smell of sweat and fire—something that now caused adrenaline to rush through his veins due to repeated job-related exposure—filled his nostrils. I shouldn’t be feeling this, Dodge thought darkly, his heart beating hard, but I’ll be damned if this strange guy isn’t the best kisser that I’ve ever had. less

Mike's lover isn't tall, dark, or handsome. In fact, his lover isn't even a human being. Mike's in love with cleaning supplies. That's why when he gets a job as a live-in maidservant at Stanley Burgess' house, he is more than excited to get started. What he doesn't realize, though, is that he'll be washing more than a floor. 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... moreMike's lover isn't tall, dark, or handsome. In fact, his lover isn't even a human being. Mike's in love with cleaning supplies. That's why when he gets a job as a live-in maidservant at Stanley Burgess' house, he is more than excited to get started. What he doesn't realize, though, is that he'll be washing more than a floor. 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 with an abnormal amount of pets. less

When self-proclaimed boring banker Mark awakens hung-over, naked, and confused on the beach with nothing but a sailor cap and a pair of sunglasses, he doesn't know what to make of it. All he wanted was a simple vacation. That's when Mark discovers that the man that he had spent a night of passion with is a sexy dancer at the hotel's club that wants more than a one-night stand.

When self-proclaimed boring banker Mark awakens hung-over, naked, and confused on the beach with nothing but a sailor cap and a pair of sunglasses, he doesn't know what to make of it. All he wanted was a simple vacation. That's when Mark discovers that the man that he had spent a night of passion with is a sexy dancer at the hotel's club that wants more than a one-night stand.

Captain Drew has lived a lonely life at sea until he meets the gorgeous and siren-like Sir Frances. To Drew's surprise, Frances wants to join his crew. The only problem is that Drew isn't sure that he can keep his hands off his new crew member...especially when Frances doesn't want him to. 24 pages/6267 words. Excerpt: “So…” said Sir Frances quietly... moreCaptain Drew has lived a lonely life at sea until he meets the gorgeous and siren-like Sir Frances. To Drew's surprise, Frances wants to join his crew. The only problem is that Drew isn't sure that he can keep his hands off his new crew member...especially when Frances doesn't want him to. 24 pages/6267 words. Excerpt: “So…” said Sir Frances quietly. “What you’re saying is that you want to do things with me? Things that you normally would do with a woman?” Captain Drew grunted nervously, “Aye.” “I’m alright with it,” said Sir Frances without hesitation. The air in the stable had suddenly grown very warm, whether it was from the breeze that drifted in from the seashore—which was highly unlikely due to the fact that it usually drove in a chill—or from the different verbal atmosphere. For a second Captain Drew thought that Sir Frances had been joking, but the serious look in his eye revealed how humorless that he really was. “You are okay with it?” asked Captain Drew with a sardonic grin. “Do you even know what it means to hold someone, let alone be held by someone? It’s messy, something that a prim person like you wouldn’t understand.” Sir Frances grunted in response, “I’m not a child, regardless of how I seem to appear to you, Captain Drew. If I prove my worth to you, then can I join your ship?” “Prove it to me?” asked Captain Drew with a barking laugh on his tongue. “If you think that you can handle it, then try away. Let me tell you this—being held is no field day. You won’t like it, not one bit.” “Whatever makes you say that?” asked Sir Frances quietly, but Captain Drew had heard him regardless. Captain Drew peered over at him, curious but not asking. It was none of his business anyway. After all, there was no way that Sir Frances, who was as proper as they came, would be able to be held by someone like Captain Drew, who lived and breathed for the sea. “You see,” said Captain Drew quietly, drawing nearer. “We are going to have to get close together, and we are going to have to do something like this…” less

Captain Drew has lived a lonely life at sea until he meets the gorgeous and siren-like Sir Frances. To Drew's surprise, Frances wants to join his crew. The only problem is that Drew isn't sure that he can keep his hands off his new crew member...especially when Frances doesn't want him to.

Felix the vampire has wanted to give Julian a bite for years—a love bite, that is. When the unknowing Julian sets out to find a mate, Felix is horrified. He decides to give Julian a lusty experience that will change his mind for good. Felix was a vampire and had been for almost as long as he could remember. That is something that most people don’t know about immortality; there comes a point when the first twenty-five years of mortal life feels like nothing more than a dream... moreFelix the vampire has wanted to give Julian a bite for years—a love bite, that is. When the unknowing Julian sets out to find a mate, Felix is horrified. He decides to give Julian a lusty experience that will change his mind for good. Felix was a vampire and had been for almost as long as he could remember. That is something that most people don’t know about immortality; there comes a point when the first twenty-five years of mortal life feels like nothing more than a dream. Felix, who was over three hundred years old and had stopped counting, was at that point. Once upon a time, he had been the son of an archduke in England. Once upon a time, he had been a mortal. But that was a lifetime—or more rather three or four—ago. less

Felix the vampire has wanted to give Julian a bite for years—a love bite, that is. When the unknowing Julian sets out to find a mate, Felix is horrified. He decides to give Julian a lusty experience that will change his mind for good.Felix was a vampire and had been for almost as long as he could remember. That is something that most people don’t know about immortality; there comes a point when the first twenty-five years of mortal life feels like nothing more than a dream... moreFelix the vampire has wanted to give Julian a bite for years—a love bite, that is. When the unknowing Julian sets out to find a mate, Felix is horrified. He decides to give Julian a lusty experience that will change his mind for good.Felix was a vampire and had been for almost as long as he could remember. That is something that most people don’t know about immortality; there comes a point when the first twenty-five years of mortal life feels like nothing more than a dream. Felix, who was over three hundred years old and had stopped counting, was at that point. Once upon a time, he had been the son of an archduke in England. Once upon a time, he had been a mortal.But that was a lifetime—or more rather three or four—ago. less

"You're under arrest!" With that, Samuel’s partying takes a quick turn into the unknown. Handcuffed and dragged down the street by a cop was not how he expected to spend Halloween. But this night would be anything but ordinary. M/M short erotica story. 4245 words. Explicit. About the author: Penelope Rivers is a bestselling author of erotica, romance novels, and short stories. A hopeless dreamer, she spends her day thinking about all things fantasy, romantic and hot... more"You're under arrest!" With that, Samuel’s partying takes a quick turn into the unknown. Handcuffed and dragged down the street by a cop was not how he expected to spend Halloween. But this night would be anything but ordinary. M/M short erotica story. 4245 words. Explicit. About the author: Penelope Rivers is a bestselling author of erotica, romance novels, and short stories. A hopeless dreamer, she spends her day thinking about all things fantasy, romantic and hot. 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 with an abnormal amount of pets. less

Tim was madly in lust with Norman that is until ranch hand Randy opened his eyes and unzipped his jeans. Tim has returned from college and is back working on his family's horse ranch. He's been madly in lust with cowboy Norman for years. When Norman rides his horse, it's as though the entire world stops to watch. Ranch hand Randy has been on the ranch since Tim was a teen, and Tim's never given him a second thought, until now... moreTim was madly in lust with Norman that is until ranch hand Randy opened his eyes and unzipped his jeans. Tim has returned from college and is back working on his family's horse ranch. He's been madly in lust with cowboy Norman for years. When Norman rides his horse, it's as though the entire world stops to watch. Ranch hand Randy has been on the ranch since Tim was a teen, and Tim's never given him a second thought, until now. Randy is determined to get Tim to see that he is the one, not Norman, who holds the key to Tim's heart. Randy's plan begins with one hell of a Cowboy Rub Down. less

Erotica super short story. Cameron has an epic mystery on his hands. Nobody was murdered and nothing was stolen, but somebody did give him a hand job in the hot tub. There were eight people in the hot tub at the time. When somebody sends him a note that they want to meet him alone in the hot tub again, he knows that he's about to solve the mystery and get more than just a hot tub hand job. Excerpt: He was sitting in a hot tub that held eight people, and somebody was groping him... moreErotica super short story. Cameron has an epic mystery on his hands. Nobody was murdered and nothing was stolen, but somebody did give him a hand job in the hot tub. There were eight people in the hot tub at the time. When somebody sends him a note that they want to meet him alone in the hot tub again, he knows that he's about to solve the mystery and get more than just a hot tub hand job. Excerpt: He was sitting in a hot tub that held eight people, and somebody was groping him. It didn't help that he was blindfolded, which was a part of some stupid college initiation game. He didn't remember anyone mentioning that someone would be grabbing him in the middle of it, though. His face grew hot with embarrassment. His was getting bigger and bigger. There isn't anything wrong with getting a hand job in a hot tub, right? I mean, this was a college party. That was all an excuse. He had to bite his bottom lip to keep from crying out, and he was beginning to pant from the pleasure of it all. The person was good. Common sense battled against the pleasure. It felt incredible. That was when somebody said, “Dad! Why are you in the hot tub with my friends?” The pressure released. The person stopped rubbing, leaving him with a painful erection. He reached underneath the water and gripped himself, wondering what he should do. In panic, he reached up with wet hands and removed his blindfold. For a moment he had trouble focusing. The blindfold had been on for a long time. That was when he laid eyes on the man that had been sitting across from him in the water and was now getting out of the tub at his son's request. No way, he thought, eyes wide. It was Moe Christian's dad. There was no way that it could have been him. One of the girls had probably figured out that there was a parent in the hot tub and had decided to stop the game. He reached underneath the water and touched himself. It hurt to leave the erection the way that it was, but at the same time, he didn't want to draw attention to his massive problem by climbing out of the pool in his condition. Author Penelope Rivers is a hopeless dreamer, spending her days thinking about all things fantasy, romantic and hot. 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 with an abnormal amount of pets. less