The Recruiter: Gay Romance Erotica
Book Details
Author(s)Gideon Elliot
PublisherBLVNP Incorporated
ISBN / ASIN1627614036
ISBN-139781627614030
AvailabilityUsually ships in 24 hours
Sales Rank6,784,312
MarketplaceUnited States 🇺🇸
Description
Seducer. Recruiter. What's the difference...?
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Army recruiter Scotty Mason is feeling the heat. Caught in an unpopular war and peddling recruitment to an unwilling public, his quotas are down, he faces rejection and taunting day after day, and his superiors are pressuring him to do better even while he is doing his absolute best.
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An encounter with a uniquely promising young man named Derek unexpectedly changes the course of his life. Unsuccessful in trying to sign him up for the army, Scotty finds himself feeling isolated, lost, anxious and on edge. He is stung by this rejection over any other, almost to the point of obsession.
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What is it about this Derek kid that causes Scotty to feel this way? Or maybe, the better question is... what is it about Scotty that makes him feel the way that he does? The eye-opening answer comes from Mike, an assistant professor he met at Dartmouth.
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Mike's done his own intellectual recruiting, years ago. And he's got quite a bit to say about what it all has to do with seduction...
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Army recruiter Scotty Mason is feeling the heat. Caught in an unpopular war and peddling recruitment to an unwilling public, his quotas are down, he faces rejection and taunting day after day, and his superiors are pressuring him to do better even while he is doing his absolute best.
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An encounter with a uniquely promising young man named Derek unexpectedly changes the course of his life. Unsuccessful in trying to sign him up for the army, Scotty finds himself feeling isolated, lost, anxious and on edge. He is stung by this rejection over any other, almost to the point of obsession.
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What is it about this Derek kid that causes Scotty to feel this way? Or maybe, the better question is... what is it about Scotty that makes him feel the way that he does? The eye-opening answer comes from Mike, an assistant professor he met at Dartmouth.
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Mike's done his own intellectual recruiting, years ago. And he's got quite a bit to say about what it all has to do with seduction...
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EXCERPT:
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    The guys on the team sat there in the locker room, powerful guys,half-dressed and sprawled out, comfortable in their bodies, confidentin their domain, and excited by the comradeship they were feelingaround a common mission.
    So it wasn't even weird, it did not seem weird, that afterwards Scottywent down to The Slammer with a couple of the other guys and shared afew pitchers of beer and talked about a great future, and it did notseem weird that they threw their arms around each other afterwards asthey walked back to Mike Finnegan's apartment and stripped down totheir underwear there and popped some more cans of beer and startedrough-housing, and it did not seem weird when they got hard cocks.
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    They knew they were men and they lit cigars and started struttingaround clownishly showing off how big they were, and one thing led toanother, and soon they were getting each other off, and not just withtheir hands, but with their beer-rubbery mouths they were working eachothers' cocks, too, until the spray from their cocks and the foam fromthe beer mixed together in one blinding froth.
    Mason got a boner thinking about it, and the whole shooting gallerywas replaced in his mind by an image of that prick, Derek, standing infront of him, at attention, in his uniform, calling him Sir.
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    The guys on the team sat there in the locker room, powerful guys,half-dressed and sprawled out, comfortable in their bodies, confidentin their domain, and excited by the comradeship they were feelingaround a common mission.
    So it wasn't even weird, it did not seem weird, that afterwards Scottywent down to The Slammer with a couple of the other guys and shared afew pitchers of beer and talked about a great future, and it did notseem weird that they threw their arms around each other afterwards asthey walked back to Mike Finnegan's apartment and stripped down totheir underwear there and popped some more cans of beer and startedrough-housing, and it did not seem weird when they got hard cocks.
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    They knew they were men and they lit cigars and started struttingaround clownishly showing off how big they were, and one thing led toanother, and soon they were getting each other off, and not just withtheir hands, but with their beer-rubbery mouths they were working eachothers' cocks, too, until the spray from their cocks and the foam fromthe beer mixed together in one blinding froth.
    Mason got a boner thinking about it, and the whole shooting gallerywas replaced in his mind by an image of that prick, Derek, standing infront of him, at attention, in his uniform, calling him Sir.
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