Wildcat

Wildcat
Wildcat

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.

Mark was tied up on the beach wearing a sailor’s hat over his penis and sunglasses over his eyes. How he had gotten there, he didn’t know. Judging by the pressing migraine that pounded through his head, though, he was starting to get a very good idea.

With a moan, he sat up and removed his sunglasses and the hat fell off of his naked penis. It was at this moment that he realized that he was not only tied up, but he was also completely naked and tied up. Probably this was something that he should have realized first, but he didn’t normally end up tied up anywhere, let alone in the middle of a public beach while in the buff.

A flush filled his face before he could stop it, and he lurched to his feet, ignoring the dizzying rush from his hangover. There was a hotel behind him, and though the beach was empty—probably due to the fact that it was early morning—it was only a matter of time before people arrived. The last thing that he wanted to do was frighten hotel guests with his exposed genitals—or worse yet, get arrested. This wasn’t even his fault, after all…At least, he didn’t think so. He honestly couldn’t remember that much of last night.

Okay, he thought, looking around. You are here on vacation. Where is your hotel? You obviously can’t have gone far. That was when he spotted his hotel glistening behind him, and it was naturally right in the middle of Main Street. He would have to pass in front of at least ten cars to get to it, and that was assuming that they would even let him in without calling security.

That was when someone behind him whistled. Mark whipped around, his face flushing as a couple jogging stared in his direction. The woman had her mouth open wide and the man was laughing hard. He expected that the rest of the guests would not be as kind towards his nudity as those two joggers.

But when he tried to run, he discovered something else. His ass was sore, sorer than it had ever been before. What had he been doing last night? A horrifying idea came to him: he was tied up on the beach, he was naked except for a sailor’s cap and a pair of sunglasses, and his ass was sore. His eyebrow twitched. He was a banker—things like this did not happen to boring bankers like him.

After he had slid his hands out of the loosely tied ropes that bound his wrists, he bent down to pick up the sailor hat and sunglasses with a moan. After that, he put the hat over his genitals and stuck the rescued sunglasses back on his face. One step at a time, he told himself, hobbling forward quickly and wishing that he could die. He wasn’t sure how much better a sexy sailor’s hat would appear, but if an overexcited tourist managed to snap a picture of him hobbling across the street with his body on display, at least his penis wouldn’t make the Today Show.

He crossed the sandbank with his head down and his eyes averted, and he stepped out onto the sidewalk. There were three early morning walkers out and about carting water bottles, all of which were women, and they screamed when they saw him coming. One of them threw a water bottle at him, which knocked him on his already aching head and caused him to get dizzy for a second.

“Wait!” he cried, as the women significantly picked up their pace—in the other direction. “I am not a pervert, I swear to God.”

At least, I don’t think that I am, he thought, looking at his hotel.

Wildcat by Penelope Rivers
M/M. ISBN 9781618290311
5267 words/23 pages
Cover by Fantasia Frog Designs

Penelope RIvers
Penelope Rivers

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.

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