1 - Pardon my Language

Dedicated to every one who wanted not one, but two hot and young boyfriends who worship you like a Goddess.

Part One

“I want to fuck you like a hot milf you are.”

1 - Pardon my Language

Caleb

Some would say I looked like a fuckboy dressed as a gentleman at my ex’s bachelor party.

I turned off my Peach—yes, I named my bike, boo-fucking-hoo—and unclipped my helmet. The ride was smooth with minimal traffic, but a small part of me craved something… dangerous. Or darker. The adrenaline was still running high, and I wished I could turn back around and go ride again.

It was happening again, and I was trying my best to be a good-fucking-boy when all I wanted to do was chase addiction. Any addiction.

It’s a good day—week for Aaron. You promised you’d be there for him.

Shaking my head, I fixed my suit and checked the shoelaces of my Vans. Dad had given a couple of his since they were getting too tight for him. I had a lean muscular body, so they fit me perfectly—almost too perfectly, and I sen