Patrick

(Note from the Author: Be sure to catch up on Parts 1-6. The more the story continues the juicier it gets! Enjoy!)

Warnings: Genderbent Sanders Sides, lesbian sexual acts

Jazz

*gay story*

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"This is going to be the last song of the night!" Brendon shouted and everyone screamed. They played Lying is the most fun. In the middle, Brendon was looking into my section of the crowd and we made eye contact. I was shocked. I was probably just imagining it. The show was over and everyone was piling out.

He couldn’t believe his luck. Brian had been in Paris for three weeks and, after being shot down half a hundred times, he was now following the most beautiful woman he had ever seen up the sidewalk back to her apartment at four in the morning. To think he almost hadn’t gone out tonight. Only the insistent urging of his best friend Stefan had convinced him to go. Of course, by insistent urging, he meant Stefan had promised to buy him all his drinks. So, he had gone, reluctantly perhaps, but he had gone. He had sat at the bar as the bass-heavy music pounded into his ears, drinking expensive drinks his best friend was paying for. Eventually, he had wandered on to the dance floor to sway alone, as he had all the nights before.

Chapter 1

I arrive at your property and drive down the long driveway to your house. I get my machine out of my truck and walk to your door. You answer the door and tell me to come in. I ask you where you want me to start and you reply,” Why don’t you do the big areas first and then work your way back to the bedrooms. I explain to you that I need access to a toilet and a water source. You tell me I can use the utility sink in the laundry room. You are very beautiful with long flowing red hair and you are dressed in spandex shorts and a tub top. Your shorts are so tight I can see your pussy lips. As usual my body betrays me, and I find myself fumbling trying to hide the fact that I have an erection. You point to the security camera and tell me they are in every room. I smile and say,” No problem I am here to clean carpet”. You give me a naughty smile and say, “Yes you are”.