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Contemporary Gay Romance, Polyamorous
Date Published: August 8, 2025
Casey can get just about any man he wants, except for the one he wants
the most.
Casey Cox is a porn star legend. Life is a never-ending party and there's
always a hot guy or two willing to play. Then Casey meets the one man who
isn't interested and suddenly it's a challenge he can't resist.
ADULT EXCERPT
“Suck me tender.”
“Hey dumbass, I’m the boss here. If you didn’t have a big
shlong, you wouldn’t get any screen time.”
I picked up the towel and covered up my biggest asset. “Jealous
much?”
Max looked like he was ready to blow steam but he clenched his jaw and nodded
toward the king-sized bed. It was all decked out in white linen, the better to
show off our tanned bodies. “I want you and Joey to do a fast run
through, no sex, before we start filming.”
“Time is money,” I said, throwing his own words back at him.
“I don’t need to rehearse.”
“Says you. Did you even read the script?”
“Course I did. Masturbate first, and then Joey walks in and gives me a
hand. It’s not rocket science.” It was an easy scene. I could do
it in my sleep. I never have a problem getting hard, especially when I know
somebody’s watching.
“Okay Mr. Motherfucking-Know-It-All, do your thing.”
I sat on the bed and leaned back against the headboard.
Max spit out one word. “Action.”
I started rubbing my cock through the material of the towel. After a minute, I
flung open the towel and let my dick take a bow. It was stiff and begging for
attention but I ignored it. Slowly I ran my hands down my chest, tweaking my
nipples until they were erect. It didn’t take long. My hot buttons are
super sensitive. A delicious warmth spread through my groin. It was time to
give my prick some attention. I gave it a few easy strokes, taking my time so
I could show off my body. Occasionally I glanced at the camera with a
smoldering gaze. Then I started jerking off in a steady rhythm.
Nobody knows my hot spots like I do. It didn’t take long for my
breathing to speed up. My balls drew up tight and I knew I was close. Where
the heck was Joey? He should have been here by now. I wanted to give him a cum
shower. Max was a shit director. One day I’d direct my own films. I
tried to hold off, but my cock was throbbing. Fuck it. I was too close. One
more hard stroke and I hosed myself down with a massive cum load.
White cream covered my chest, up to my neck and under my chin. I groaned,
scooped some up with my fingers and licked them clean. I knew I looked hot as
hell.
“Cut!” Max stood over me, hands on hips. “I tell you when to
come.”
“You can’t hold back momentum, Max.” One of these days
I’ll quit mouthing off, but not today. “If you could get it up,
you’d know that.”
If looks could kill I would have died right then, but Max couldn’t touch
me. I was golden. Nobody made the studio more money than I did.
“Face it, Max. I know what my audience wants and I give it to them.
That’s why you pay me the big bucks.”
“Get over yourself, princess. You’re a fucking porn actor.
There’s a thousand more waiting to take your place.”
As usual, Paul, the cameraman and peacemaker, tried to diffuse the situation.
“This is good stuff, Max. The guys will eat it up.”
Max gave him a disgusted look and turned back to me. “You got anything
left for Joey?”
“Does a tin man have a stainless steel cock?”
Everybody laughed except Max. Fuck him. He turned his back, but not before he
took another long look at my chest. I smiled as I lay back against the
pillows. Look all you want, Max, but you’ll never get your hands on this
body. But I knew he’d take the film home and masturbate to it all night.
“Hey, Cox.”
My head jerked up at the sound of Joey’s voice. People tend to think
that porn stars don’t have real lives. They think that, given the nature
of what we do for a living, we must be emotionally detached and incapable of
having a real relationship. That’s only partly true. While I don’t
have, need, or want, a significant other, I have my sister, Julie, and my best
friends, Joey and Paul.
Joey is not only a friend, he’s also a great costar. He’s a lean
six feet, with short spiky blond hair and brown eyes. The dude is practically
hairless while I sport a sexy trail of dark hair that leads to a
well-manicured bush. The camera loves the contrasts between us, and so do the
guys who buy our videos. We spend so much time together, it was only natural
we’d become buddies.
Grinning, Joey sat on the bed. “You just can’t help yourself, can
you, Casey?” He started wiping my chest with a warm, wet cloth.
About the Author
Gale Stanley grew up in Philadelphia PA. She was the kid who always had her
nose in a book, her head in the clouds, and her hands on a pad and pencil.
Ian Groden and Taren Murdoch have a good life. Their marriage is solid, and their Dom/sub lifestyle makes for an amazing and extra spicy sex life. Meeting with another man, Kevin, on occasion adds another level of excitement to their marriage.
For Ian, the only thing better than one Dom is two!
Taren loves watching Ian being dominated by Kevin. Ian craves complete submission to Taren when they’re alone again.
Problems arise when Kevin decides he doesn’t want to remain the casual third man. He puts in motion a plan to drive a wedge through Taren and Ian’s relationship, forcing them to fight for each other and their marriage. Can they put their life back together and regain what could be lost?
Excerpt
Taren Murdoch was kind, soft-spoken, and incredibly capable, with broad shoulders and a quick smile. He’d stayed with Ian until his parents arrived, despite Ian’s protests that it wasn’t necessary. Not wanting to let on how frightened he’d been waiting in the cold and dark for help to arrive, Ian tried to brush off the experience. Taren would have none of it and stayed with Ian for the hours it took his parents to make their way to the hospital.
Taren made Ian feel safe. He was darn nice on the eyes, too. They’d started dating not long after and had been married for nearly eight years. Ian loved Taren, heart and soul. Never once did Ian doubt Taren felt the same way.
“You know it’s your choice. You’re in control of this situation. I’m happy either way. Kevin is…a nice distraction from reality. But I love you. I married you. No one, and I mean no one, comes before that.” Taren swept up both cards and tore them up. “It’s great to help you experience something I was able to, but Christ, Ian, if this is going to cause you so much anxiety, I’ll tell him never to contact us again.”
“It’s not making me anxious,” Ian retorted.
Taren laughed and cocked his head to one side. “Boy, please!”
As when he was on the phone, Taren uttering the word, boy, immediately sent Ian into sub role.
Ian’s gaze dropped to the floor, and he studied his toes. “I’ve laid out some choices for you, Sir.”
“Do you want dinner first?”
Ian shook his head. “No, Sir.”
If Taren wanted to eat first, Ian was obligated by their Dom/sub agreement to accommodate his wishes. For Taren, Ian’s needs always came first. Ian had such admiration and respect for Taren in part because he was an amazing protector. Taren always seemed to know exactly what to do for Ian in any circumstance.
“Did you prep, or should I do that?”
“I prepped, Sir, but if you want to inspect for yourself,” Ian offered.
Taren smiled softly. “No need. I was simply checking, boy. Go wait for me at the cross.”
Ian nodded. He wouldn’t speak unless asked a question. Hurrying to their bedroom, Ian stood on the low platform holding the cross. He hung his wrists over the ‘arms’ of the cross and leaned his forehead against the longer vertical piece.
A few minutes later he heard Taren enter the bedroom. Ian turned his head far enough to watch as Taren shed his work clothes and pulled on a pair of lightweight, black linen pants.
Taren sat on the bed and sorted through the toys and equipment Ian had laid out. Ian had to shift his weight and turn his head the other way when Taren moved to their storage area. Taren added a wooden paddle, wrist and ankle restraints, and plastic nipple clamps. All those items joined Ian’s picks on the bed. Taren cleared his throat, and Ian turned back to the cross, leaning his forehead against it and standing straighter.
The first thing Taren did was fit the hood over Ian’s head, sinking him into darkness. The hood was made of thick rubber with openings for his mouth and nostrils. Ian’s sight was completely blacked out, and his hearing was dampened, everything but the loudest noises were muffled. He’d have little or no warning for Taren’s actions.
Taren pulled gently on the rubber, making sure it was positioned properly. He used two fingers under the hood to make sure Ian’s skin wasn’t pinched or his hair pulled. The purpose of the hood was sensory deprivation, not discomfort or pain.
Ian shuddered and gasped when the nipple clamps were snapped into place. Next, Taren crisscrossed the leather straps of Ian’s harness across his chest and back and buckled it securely. The wide, leather wrist and ankle cuffs were positioned and tightened into place.
The only way Ian knew Taren had moved away was the loss of heat from his body against Ian’s back. He felt Taren return, then jumped when Taren used his hands over Ian’s to have him curl his fingers around the cross and hold on. The vibration against Ian’s back when Taren chuckled added to his overall mood of expectation. Taren ran one hand over Ian’s back before reaching around to put pressure on his belly, getting him to take a step back and extend his arms. He gripped Ian’s hips and pulled back, positioning him, so Ian’s legs were slightly spread, and his ass jutted out.
Ian took a few deep breaths, bracing himself for what he knew was coming next.
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Ornery Owl's Review
Rating: Four out of Five Stars
This erotic thriller has a snappy pace and does not skimp on the explicit descriptions. Ian and Taren are a happily married couple. Taren is the dominant partner. He occasionally enjoys watching another Dom with Ian before having Ian all to himself, so he invites his ex, Kevin, to join them with Ian's permission. The trouble is that Kevin becomes obsessed and wants to be the one in control of the situation.
My reason for giving the story four rather than five stars is purely subjective. The spanky-panky scenes between sexy men are great fun. I'm claustrophobic and, therefore, not keen on the idea of a hood that blocks out sight, but that wasn't my reason for subtracting a star. That happened when Taren performed sounding on Ian's hoo-hoo-dilly. Then my legs wrapped around each other multiple times like a pretzel to block anything from getting anywhere near my privates.
I don't even know if those of us who have a cha-cha rather than a hoo-hoo-dilly can or do participate in sounding. I honestly don't want to know. Please don't tell me.
I appreciated the shower scene depicting hygiene procedures for those who take part in anal sex. This scene was intimate in a different way. It was realistic and more soothing than arousing. I want such depictions to be normalized. All too often in all-male erotica stories, there's butt sex going on with no discussion of either preparation or clean-up.
The romantic suspense portion of the story was exciting and intense, making it a quick read. I recommend this book to adult audiences who enjoy drama both in and out of the bedroom.
About the Author
Mystery, action, chills, and thrills spiced with romance and desire. ELIZABETH NOBLE lives by the adage "I can't not write." She doesn't remember a time when she didn’t make up stories and eventually she learned how to put words on a page. Those words turned into books and fan fiction that turned into a genuine love of M/M fiction. A part of every day is spent living in worlds she created that are filled with intrigue and espionage. She has a real love for a good mystery complete with murder and twisty plots as well as all things sci-fi, futuristic, and supernatural.
When she's not chronicling the adventures of her many characters, Elizabeth is a veterinary nurse living in her native Cleveland, Ohio. She has three grown children and now happily shares her little, brick house with two spunky Cardigan Welsh Corgis and their feline sidekicks. Elizabeth is a fan of baseball, basketball (go Cavs and Guardians) and gardening. She can often be found working in her 'outside office' listening to classic rock and plotting her next novel waiting for it to be dark enough to gaze at the stars.
Elizabeth has received a number of amateur writing awards. Since being published, several of her novels have received Honorable Mentions in the Rainbow Awards. Jewel Cave was a runner-up in the Gay Mystery/Thriller category in the 2015 Rainbow Awards. Ringed Love was a winner in the Gay Fantasy Romance category of the 2016 Rainbow Awards. Code Name Jack Rabbit and The Vampire Guard series placed third in The Paranormal Romance Guild 2022 Reviewer Awards in the LGBT/ROMANCE/ACTION ADVENTURE/MILITARY individual book and series categories.
After a disastrous high school game of spin the bottle, I gave up trying to get a boyfriend and spent my time studying instead. Now I’m twenty-four, and I’m not only a virgin, I haven’t even been kissed.
When I meet Danny, a handsome legal hotshot, he catches my eye. Right before I trip on flat ground. Ugh.
He’s got a massive … reputation. He’s the most popular guy in the club, a total playboy with a new conquest every night. There’s no way he’d be interested in me.
But one night after I imbibe too much, he winds up taking care of me. And when I ask for his help with my travesty of a social life, he agrees to teach me how to be less awkward with men … if I let him document my progress so he can win a bet with his best friend.
Even though he’s just my love tutor and I’m just his apprentice, this starts to feel like more.
Too bad it can’t be anything but a high-level seminar in how to seduce someone else.
Studious is a sweet and sexy contemporary opposites-attract m/m romance about a suave attorney who’s scared to love and the shy, nerdy bookkeeper he’s teaching how to be a player. Cue makeover montage and a smoldering first kiss. These heroes most definitely are not falling in love. (Okay, heartwarming HEA guaranteed.)
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Ornery Owl's Review
Rating: Five out of Five Stars
Alden is a sweet and nerdy guy who has never even been kissed. When he goes to work for a law firm specializing in cases of civil rights violations, he meets Danny, a handsome lawyer with a heart of gold and a well-earned bad-boy reputation. After getting his heart broken by his first boyfriend, Danny swore off love. He never has sex with the same guy twice, and he doesn't let feelings get in the way of a good time.
When Alden asks Danny to help him become a stud, Danny agrees, thinking it could be a fun challenge, not to mention increasing his social media ranking so he can win a bet with his friend Charlie. Danny doesn't anticipate the feelings getting close to Alden will bring, and when he realizes he's falling, it's too late to turn back.
If you want hot m/m romance that gives you a chance to hear about two likable characters falling in like, lust, and then love, this is the audiobook for you! Read by the perfect narrator with a deep, smooth, and seductive voice, you'll be along for the very detailed ride as Alden and Danny get to know each other a whole lot better.
I love the fact that there are no off-putting extreme bedroom activities in this story. There's just good old-fashioned sex between two willing guys who are crazy for each other. The dynamic between Alden and Danny is playful and tender. This isn't just one of the best stories I've listened to this year; it's one of the best erotic romances I've ever experienced. I'm giving two very enthusiastic thumbs up for this one!
This story is only suitable for adult listeners.
About the Author
Leslie McAdam is a California girl who loves romance and well-defined abs. She lives in a drafty old farmhouse on a small orange tree farm in Southern California with her husband and two children. Leslie's first published book, The Sun and the Moon, won a 2015 Watty, which is the world's largest online writing competition. She's gone on to receive additional literary awards and has been featured in multiple publications, including Cosmopolitan.com. Her books have been Top 100 Bestsellers on both Amazon and Apple Books. Leslie is employed by day but spends her nights writing about the men of your fantasies.
All
Peg wants is a break, a bit of adventure, a relief from her mundane
existence in the bucolic but boring Yorkshire hamlet of Kirkby
Malzeard. When dashing, sophisticated journalist Lionel Hayes
saunters into the pub where she's tending bar, Peg suspects that he
was just the sort of man to fulfill her fantasies of escape.
The
seductive Lionel, however, is not what he seems. Before she knows it,
Peg is a hostage, roped and gagged, speeding away from the scene of a
daring crime. Lionel is armed and dangerous, but somehow Peg still
wants him –
regardless of the consequences.
Note:
This book was originally published in 2015 by Totally Bound. This
second edition has been substantially revised and has a new ending.
Excerpt
Peg
sighed and wiped the rag across the bar for the hundredth time. It
was a quiet night at the King’s Arms. Most of the village was off
at the town pitch cheering the match against Hazelton Grange. They’d
come in later, quarrelsome and thirsty, and then she’d have plenty
to do, but right now, the pub was empty.
She
put her favourite Madonna CD on the player and turned to polish the
rows of glasses yet again. Henry was adamant; she had to look busy.
She couldn’t read, or watch the telly. Even when there were no
customers to serve, the barmaid had to be ready and available. He
checked up on her from time to time, so she didn’t dare disobey,
though tonight he was probably watching football like everyone else.
“Last
night I dreamed of San Pedro…” Peg loved this song, the Latin
rhythm and the descriptions of a tropical paradise. How she dreamed
of getting away herself, to some place beautiful and exotic, full of
white sands, turquoise waters and bronzed men with smouldering dark
eyes. With its stone church and medieval market square, Kirkby
Malzeard was a lovely village, a picturesque historic jewel set among
the rolling emerald fields of North Yorkshire. Ultimately however, it
was boring.
She
had grown up here. She knew every soul in town, every family drama,
every scandal –not that a village this size had many scandals, of
course. As the barmaid in the town’s only pub, she was up on the
latest news: who was pregnant, who was ill, who was planning to leave
for greener pastures in the city, or abroad.
If
only she could escape, just for a few weeks, even a few days… She
had managed to get away, once. She’d gone to university in London,
where she’d studied commercial art and dreamed of a career in
advertising. The accident ended all that. She’d rushed back to
Kirkby Malzeard for the funeral, and to take care of her sister Jen.
It
had been a rough three years, but surely things would get better
soon. Jen was fifteen now. It wouldn’t be long before she was ready
for college herself. Then perhaps Peg would be free to follow her
muse again.
Never
Stop Learning
My
bio says that I’ve been writing all my life, and that’s pretty
much true. I was penning stories and poems when I was in early
elementary school. By high school, I’d branched out to novels and
plays. Though I’ve also done drawing and painting, sculpture and
dance, words have always been my preferred instrument for creation.
And to be honest, I grew up believing that I had significant writing
talent.
The
more I write, though, the more I realize how much I still have to
learn.
Total-E-Bound,
an English indie publisher focused on erotic romance, brought out the
first edition of Getaway
Girl way
back in 2008. This was only my third or fourth tale written
specifically for a romance audience. At that time, I knew almost
nothing about the genre and its conventions. (Until I signed with
TEB, I’d considered myself an author of erotica.) I spent quite a
bit of time reading the work of my fellow TEB authors, trying to
grasp the essence of this new category of fiction and to translate
that into my own stories. My editors also did not hesitate to point
out areas where common aspects of erotica just wouldn’t work for
romance readers.
By
2008 I’d concluded that in every romance: 1) there had to be a
sense of inevitability to the connection between the hero and
heroine, an attraction that might seem to make no sense but which
could not be denied; 2) the couple had to at least discuss
commitment; 3) the sex (this was erotic romance after all) had to be
more than just casual – there should be a sense of fitting or
rightness, a connection that transcended the physical.
I
tried to implement these conclusions in writing of Getaway
Girl.
The story was accepted and published, but was never particularly
popular. I went on to write a lot more romance, getting better at it
over time.
Last
year I reclaimed the rights to the story so that I could self-publish
it, and a few months ago I set myself the task of re-editing the
piece in preparation. I really hadn’t looked at it for more than a
decade.
I
was appalled by how clumsy and stereotyped it seemed.
Inconsistencies
in character and in plot were only part of the problem. There were
also long passages of purple prose, most especially in the sex
scenes. I posted the tale in my critique group and discovered there
were also plentiful anachronisms and inaccuracies related to its
historical period (contemporary) and British setting. (The story was
originally targeted for an anthology entitled Bound
Brits,
so it had to take place in the U.K.)
I
subjected the story to possibly the most thorough revision I’ve
ever done on any of my work. I won’t say that it’s
unrecognizable, but I probably modified at least 25% of the text. In
the fourteen years since the first revision I’ve learned a lot,
both about romance and about writing in general. Practice does make
perfect; I’ve published nearly one hundred titles since that early
attempt, both romance and erotica. This second edition of Getaway
Girl
is orders of magnitude better than the original.
But
maybe I shouldn’t use the word “perfect”, because in truth, as
long as we authors are writing, we are learning all the time. I’m
about to revisit my first novel, preparing an expanded twenty-fifth
anniversary edition for release sometime this year. This will be the
fifth version of Raw
Silk.
I have no doubt it will be the best.
Nash Archer may be a virgin, but as a college freshman, away from home and unsupervised for the first time, he doesn’t plan to be for long. Maybe that’s why he falls for the handsome, cocky stranger cruising him in the campus library and follows him back to the academic dorms for his first boy-on-boy action! But when he discovers that he’s just another notch on a very big belt for his sexy new lover Ridge, Nash huffs off before they can exchange numbers. He figures he’s blown his first chance at a relationship with a real live guy.
Ridge Madison feels bad about dismissing the cute freshman from the campus library, but what’s Nash to expect? That’s what cruising is, after all -- fast, hot, and no strings attached. So when Nash storms off, why does Ridge move heaven and earth to find Nash to make up for things? And what will he do when he finds out Nash has already met someone else? Someone who Ridge also wants?
Tanner Sinclair can’t believe it when she finds herself stuck in the middle of the two hottest guys on campus. Ridge is her algebra tutor, a sexy stud who knows it. When he rudely dismisses his latest conquest as she arrives for her tutoring, Tanner leaves abruptly and tracks Nash down in the campus cafeteria. The two hit it off and wind up sharing a night of passion the likes of which neither of them has ever experienced before.
As three very different lives collide, passions ignite while the lovers give the term “college experience” new meaning. Will they find themselves in over their heads?
Alert: The following excerpt contains material suitable only for adult readers.
Nash Archer heard his own voice, sounding rich and thick and very, very far away. It was as strange as everything else about the curious predicament he’d suddenly found himself in. The sexy stranger in the clingy Lost Lake University T-shirt rolled his soft hazel eyes. “Is that all you have to say?”
Nash arched an eyebrow, desperately struggling to appear cool, calm and collected when, after all, his heart was racing a million miles per minute. “No,” he replied, still in that far away voice. “I’m sure I’ll have more later but… for now? I’ve never been in the Academic Dorm before.”
“Me either, until I moved in.” The stranger agreed, wriggling atop the narrow ledge against the big picture window overlooking the campus ten stories below, not to mention the glistening shimmer off Lost Lake. “We’re both freshmen, remember?”
Nash stood cautiously, his hand still resting on the small countertop just inside the tidy dorm room. “Oh. Yeah.”
“Why don’t you come a little closer?” Smart Guy asked, cool and confident-like, nodding at where Nash clung to the counter as if to a life raft. It sounded less like a come on and more like something he’d said to every visitor he’d invited in. A cheesy line. Nash didn’t like that. He wanted to feel special.
Unique. This might have been old hat for his sexy host, but it was all new to Nash and he supposed he was still hoping for a little pomp and circumstance.
“I will,” Nash promised, heart still thudding and palms still clammy, just like they’d been the whole walk across campus. “I’m trying to take this slow, though, you know?”
Smart Guy -- they hadn’t exchanged names back in the campus library, just furtive glances and soft, lingering smiles among the towering stacks that hid them from prying eyes -- gave a playful snort.
“Virgin, huh?”
“How’d you guess?”
Nash wasn’t shy about it. Not exactly. He was here, after all, in this sexy stranger’s dorm room in the middle of the day, staring at his hard body outlined in the flattering sunlight streaming in through the window at his back. He wouldn’t be able to hide his boy-on-boy virginity for much longer anyway.
Smart Guy shrugged, the slight movement sending a glint off his thick glasses, so at odds with his firm, buff body. “Virgins always want to take their time.”
Archer finally chuckled, an angsty combo of genuine humor and pent-up nerves. “Oh, you’re an expert on such matters, huh?”
Smart Guy smiled. Thick lips. Plucky little nose holding his glasses up beneath a spray of soft blond curls that looked like fresh hay in the afternoon sun streaming in behind him. “Not an expert, no, but… enough to know you’re going to stay a virgin if you don’t come any closer eventually.”
Nash glanced at the glaringly obvious hard-on beneath the hem of Smart Guy’s faded maroon T-shirt, so stiff and erect it was teasing the waistband of his shorts away from an impossibly flat belly. “Not until you put that thing away,” he teased, even as Nash inched gently closer across the vinyl flooring beneath his feet.
Smart Guy glanced down as if not having noticed the sudden draft on the front of his shorts. He glanced back up, fixing Nash with a penetrating gaze, the same one that had so enraptured him back in the library. “Why would I do that?” he challenged in a voice that was as confident as Nash’s was timid. “I mean, isn’t that what you came here for?”
Nash couldn’t argue with that logic. He had come here for that very thing. Had come to college, in fact, for that very thing. Dick. The one thing that had eluded him back in high school. The one thing he’d craved for as long as he could remember. He nodded, unafraid now that the door had been shut behind him. After all, he’d come here for someone like Smart Guy, who was so lean and buff, beckoning Nash with the outline of his hard, stiff dick as he lounged atop the window ledge like some sweet confection, just out of reach.
Nash nodded, but stopped just shy of contact. “It is pretty, your dick.” The words shocked him, even as they thrilled him. He’d never spoken like this before. Never done anything like this before. Met some random hot guy in the library? Followed him home to his dorm? Praised another guy’s cock without glancing around the room for stray witnesses?
Nash was unmoored, floating through unfamiliar territory, feeling things out as he went along. It was as frightening as it was thrilling, and he never wanted it to end.
Smart Guy’s eyes widened, and not ironically. He seemed genuinely surprised. “How do you know? You won’t even look at it.”
Nash shrugged almost casually, as if perhaps they were studying a movie poster in front of the local theater and not, in fact, some random guy’s cock. “I can just tell. It’ll be just like the rest of you. Hard. Smooth. Pretty.”
Smart Guy was blushing. A first. Nash smiled, to have made another boy blush. Was that a first, too? he wondered, reaching out a trembling hand to slide a lock of feathery blond hair behind Smart Guy’s blushing ear.
Smart Guy sat perfectly still, letting out a soft, almost helpless sigh. It sounded so alluring, so deep and guttural and desperate, Nash wanted to actually feel it. He leaned in for a kiss, surprising Smart Guy yet again. He felt the flinch, the stiffening and then, suddenly, the softening as his sexy host warmed to their lips’ tender embrace.
Nash leaned back before things could get too heavy, watching as Smart Guy smiled, licking his lips as if to prove to himself -- to both of them -- that it had just happened. The kiss. Their first. His, certainly. His first ever.
“Nice,” Smart Guy marveled, less full of shit than he’d been all afternoon. He sounded genuinely surprised. So surprised he had to go and repeat himself, as if to make sure. “That was really… nice.”
“Right?” Nash murmured, swallowing hard and nodding at the same time. “Nice,” he breathed, leaning in for another kiss and closing the distance between them at the same time. He leaned gently back once more, smiling with full, wet lips. “And slow.”
“Okay, okay.” Smart Guy nodded, hands still gripping the window ledge at his side. “I can see the upside of this.”
Nash struggled to control his heart rate, smiling. “Funny, all I see is upside.”
Smart Guy glanced gently sideways, peering out the window behind him at the small but tidy campus below. “Want me to close these, or…” His casual tone made it clear the question was purely rhetorical. Nash played along anyway, enjoying the verbal foreplay as he kept his cocky lover-to-be on his no doubt sexy toes.
“That depends,” Nash sighed, tugging playfully at the hem of his lover’s T-shirt. “Can anyone see us?”
“I mean, we’re ten floors up. Nothing around but mountains and trees and this pretty boy undressing me with his big, brown eyes.”
Nash paused, the fabric halfway up Smart Guy’s smooth, toned abs. He’d been called a lot of things back home -- nerd, dweeb, spazz and much, much worse -- but never… pretty. Never, in a million years, pretty. “I’m here, you don’t… don’t have to butter me up anymore.” Try as he might to hide it, Nash’s tremulous voice reflected the years of rejection, insecurity, and unrequited attraction he’d never dared give voice to before.
Alex Winters is the pseudonym of a busy restaurant manager whose curious young staff would love nothing more than to follow him around the dining room reading his steamiest, most romantic passages aloud! When not writing romantic holiday stories of various heat levels, he enjoys long walks with his wife, scary movies and smooth jazz. Visit him online to see what stories are brewing up next!
