Still Writing About Hot Gay Sex Stuff…

**Warning! Naughty Excerpt Below With Awesome Adult Sexual Content! Be 18 Or Older And Totally Down With Hot Gay Adult Men Being Hot Gay Adult Men**
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This is so unlike me, isn’t it? But this one is difficult, Pervy Readers. I’ve wanted to check in and give you a peek at my WIP but I don’t want to give too much away. And it’s hard to drop an excerpt on you when I feel like it requires more set up than the excerpt itself. Not that there’s anything super complicated and suspenseful happening in this book. It’s more subtle and heavy on the feels, this one.

Also, I get up to all sorts of nonsense when I’m away. School’s started and I’m adulting all over the place. But, #7 is coming along and will be ready to publish soon. I’m not promising two weeks but that’s my ballpark at the moment. Life permitting. Anyways, I’ve got work to do. While I’m at it, here’s a fun, super naughty (rough draft-ish) peek at Jude and Brandon:

**Warning! Adult Language And Hot Gay Adult Men Doing Awesome Gay Sex Stuff. Be 18 Or Older And A Fan Of Awesome Gay Sex Stuff**

Brandon had had enough. Once again, Jude convinced him to go to their neighbors’ pool party only to disappear. The Buckley’s were loud and always drank too heavily. Some of the other guests had already left and Brandon felt like they could leave without looking rude. His head was throbbing and Sally kept cornering him to talk about her niece. Brandon felt his temper stirring and excused himself to find Jude. He didn’t appreciate being forced to attend a party and then being abandoned.

After searching all the logical places, Brandon was just about ready to give up and let Jude find his own way home. For some reason, his feet carried him upstairs. He crossed the gallery and his head tilted as his eyes adjusted to the dark. A barely audible groan reached him and Brandon moved silently down the hall, hugging the shadows until he found Jude.

The moonlight spilled through the window and Jude was wrapped in a silver glow as he leaned into the corner at the end of the hallway. His head was thrown back and his legs were spread wide as the Buckley’s youngest son kneeled before him. A soft smile curved Jude’s lips and his hand sifted through the boy’s hair as his head bounced against Jude’s groin. Brandon knew he should back away and leave but his feet were stuck and his body felt like it had turned to stone. Jude breathed the word “Yes” and Brandon felt his nerves tighten.

Then, Jude’s eyes opened and found Brandon’s. He expected Jude to stop everything or tell Brandon to leave but his smile only widened. Jude kept his gaze locked on Brandon as he slid his other hand into the younger man’s hair and began to thrust against his face. The young man moaned in delight and Brandon saw a hand slide under Jude’s shirt, up his stomach. Brandon swallowed his gasp and his cock became painfully hard. He wanted to look away but Jude’s eyes held his. Brandon saw Jude’s chest start to heave and lust swelled within Brandon.

“I’m about to come, Dylan.” Jude whispered calmly, his eyes still connected with Brandon’s. “I want to come in your mouth and I want you to swallow it,” he said just before he arched from the wall and his mouth stretched open on a silent scream as his eyes drilled into Brandon’s. The young man moaned as he sucked greedily and Jude’s body shuddered as he clasped the young man’s head. Jude grinned drunkenly at Brandon as he was licked clean and Brandon shook his head as he backed away silently.

Brandon waited in the foyer until Jude joined him several minutes later. Apart from looking extremely relaxed and slightly drunk, Jude appeared relatively normal. Inside, Brandon was a mess. He mumbled to their hosts and stumbled out to his car. Jude followed and hummed softly as he got in after Brandon. As soon as he started the car, Brandon pinched the bridge of his nose. His head was throbbing almost as hard as his cock. He didn’t want to think about why he was so painfully turned or that he’d got that way watching Jude with a boy that couldn’t have been more than twenty. Brandon looked at Jude and felt a rush of irritation when Jude smiled cheekily at him. Brandon scowled and Jude rolled his eyes and looked out the window. For the life of him, Brandon didn’t understand why he was angry. And why did he have to be so jealous? Was it because Jude had gotten off when Brandon could count on two hands the number of times he’d touched himself since Emma died? That was no one’s fault but his own, certainly not Jude’s. Brandon definitely didn’t care about the Buckley’s son. It was Jude. For a moment, the idea that Brandon had been jealous that he wasn’t the one touching and pleasing Jude flitted through his mind. He shook his head violently and Jude raised a brow. Brandon focused on the very short drive as he tried to clear his mind and force his body to relax. Why did he suddenly have to want Jude?

As he turned the car into drive, Brandon forced the whole confusing mess into a box and tucked it into the back of his mind. He couldn’t think about all of that when his head hurt and his body was that tense. What Brandon needed was a hell of a lot of bourbon and sleep. Everything would be clearer and bearable in the morning.

“How about some Call Of Duty?” Jude asked as Brandon parked the car. Brandon shook his head.

“Go to hell, Jude.” Brandon grumbled as he pushed the door open, jumped out and strode swiftly into the house.

There it is. If you’re in the mood for more, feel free to check out one of my already completed works. They’re all here and waiting for you:

http://amzn.to/1CxscLF

Wednesday

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Still Writing About Hot Gay Sex Stuff…

2 thoughts on “Still Writing About Hot Gay Sex Stuff…

  1. Petra Hemphill says:

    Love your stories. Have read them all. I really like your covers. They are artistic, creative, and easily recognizable as one of your works. 🙂 P.S. You have a great editor.

    Liked by 1 person

    1. I’m my editor and I’m a mess but I thank you for your lovely words! I’ve got some awesome beta readers now and that’s made a huge difference. I’m glad you like the covers! I spend a lot of time agonizing over those and it means a lot to know that they’re appreciated.

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