Three

It’s my third year on this writing journey and I’m three books in. I’m a sporadic writer, at best, but hopefully I can maintain my current book-a-year trend.

Today, I’m looking back at my debut short Only Yours.  I couldn’t believe I had actually started (finished) a story. Ah, 2010. It was an exciting time. 😀

More on Only Yours…

When Dre asks his boyfriend Nate to move in, Nate leaves in the night without a word. Dre thinks he pushed too hard too fast, but the truth is a little more complicated. Nate is afraid Dre would dump him if Dre knew about his job in adult entertainment. Six months later, Dre is still beating himself up over scaring Nate away when they meet again… at a club where Nate works.

An adult excerpt…

Music started. A low throbbing beat that pulsed through the room. On came the stage lights, illuminating the silhouettes of two obviously male—obviously naked and aroused—specimens dancing their asses off behind the curtain. The crowd cheered.

Dre raised an eyebrow at S.J. and then leaned over to speak directly into her ear. “This is the surprise?”

“Part of it,” S.J. shouted over the noise. “From that flush on your face, I’d say it’s doing the job. Keep watching. It gets hotter.”

Dre shifted in his seat. S.J. was right. The dancing was sexy as hell.

After about ten minutes, the music all but disappeared and so did the noise from the audience. Dre could hear a pin drop. Well… he would have been able to if the first dancer hadn’t started sucking the second dancer’s cock, making him pant and moan. The second grasped the first by the back of the head and fucked into his mouth with all the finesse of a man in the throes of passion, which is to say, none. The first stroked his own cock in time with the second’s thrusts.

Oh my fucking God. How hot was this?

They switched and the second returned the favor. Tall and well-muscled, both men had huge cocks, although the first dancer was a bit shorter.

Dre adjusted his slacks to accommodate his hardening cock. After not so much as a twitch for the past six months, he was primed. He spoke to S.J. in an undertone, “I don’t know if I should hug you or kill you for this.”

S.J. whispered back, “You can hug me. Not everyone in here is on a date. I’m sure someone will be more than happy to help you with your lit—” She looked down into his lap. “Big problem. Don’t worry, Mama brought condoms.”

Dre groaned. “It’s decided. I’m gonna kill you.”

S.J. snickered. “Not yet. Things are heating up even more….”

Dre’s eyes returned to the stage.

What the fuck?

Screw heated. The show had gone supernova.

The first dancer was down on all fours. The second dancer knelt behind him, leaned forward, and stuck his tongue in his ass. The stage had to be wired for sound, because the lapping of the man’s tongue echoed through the bar. The first dancer moaned, his hips making furious circles. Dre groaned at the visual and audio stimuli.

Shoot. Was that aloud? Dre looked around to see if anyone had noticed, but everyone appeared transfixed by the on stage action.

It seemed like hours, but moments later, the second dancer drew his mouth away from his partner’s ass and smacked his lips so loudly that each succulent noise caused Dre’s body to shudder. The second dancer reached for a bottle and squirted liquid onto the first dancer’s crack. He held up one finger to the audience and then inserted it slowly into the first dancer’s ass. Dre bit his lip, wishing for a second that he was on stage. The first dancer cried out, writhing around the digit. Dre was right there with him, his cock throbbing in response. The second dancer removed his finger, repeating the demonstration with two fingers, then three. Dre’s lip pulsed; he realized his teeth had dug in and he had to release it before he drew blood.

The crackle of a wrapper opening sounded. The second dancer sheathed himself—one inch at a time.

Oh. My. God. They were going to fuck.

Available at Dreamspinner Press

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