I’ve seen the way your eyes linger over certain men, boys mostly, like me. You think no one notices, that no one sees you adjusting your hard cock in those tweed trousers. 

But I’ve noticed.

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His notes consumed me, invaded every waking thought with the unsettling feeling of being watched by someone–someone so observant that all my hidden desires were laid bare, leaving me naked and vulnerable to my mysterious stranger’s watchful eyes.

I was unnerved, at a disadvantage, out of control.

And I had no one to turn to.

M/M Erotica