Str8te Boys coming out of the closet…
Str8te Boys is out! Just wanted to let my M/M readers know that my hot new book, Str8te Boys is now out from Samhain Publishing. Check it out here
http://samhainpublishing.com/romance/str8te-boys
And here’s a blurb and an excerpt to give you a little taste of the action.
BLURB:
How far would you dare to go…to win it all?
Maverick Holms and Duke Warren share almost everything—a college soccer team, an apartment and the same extremely competitive nature. Thanks to that never-back-down spirit, they’re about to share more than they bargained for.
The game is “gay chicken”. The rule: get as close as possible without kissing, and the one that pulls away first is the loser. The problem: neither of them likes to lose. It isn’t long before the game becomes an excuse to touch and kiss in every possible forbidden way. And after they pose for a gay website to earn extra money, things really heat up.
Suddenly Duke is talking lifetime commitment, and Mav is backpedaling as hard as he can, not sure if he’s ready to accept all his best friend is offering him. Or the truth about what he is.
EXCERPT—Warning—very explicit. Do not read at work!
“Dude, are you watching that one again?” Duke’s voice startled Mav, ruining his concentration on the scene playing out on the plasma screen in front of him. He put down his beer and frowned at his roommate.
“I like it. So?”
“So it’s kinda gay, doncha think?” Duke grinned and plopped down beside him, close enough that his thigh rubbed against Mav’s.
“It’s a girl giving two guys blow jobs.” Mav gestured at the screen in irritation. He’d been really getting off on the DVD called A Pole for Every Hole, which was by far his favorite in his roommate’s extensive collection and he didn’t like being interrupted. “What’s gay about that?” he demanded.
“Well just look at them.” Duke gestured at the screen himself. “I mean, she’s sucking both of them off but like, at the same time. Their cocks are all rubbing together and shit while she licks them. You don’t think that’s gay?”
Mav hunched his shoulders. As a matter of fact, he’d been watching the two cocks of the male actors a lot more than the large, naked, and obviously fake breasts of the porn star who was blowing them and thinking the same thing. Having his personal thoughts spoken aloud by his best friend was unsettling.
“They probably just do that so they can get a good shot,” he muttered, taking a sip of the beer sitting on the end table beside him.
“Gimme some of that.” Duke held out his hand and Mav passed the silver can over. Duke took a long swing before passing it back. “Hey, man, I don’t care. Whatever gets you off. It’s really giving you some serious wood though, huh?” He cast a glance at Mav’s lap where the outline of his thick erection was visible through his sweat pants.
“None of your goddamn business,” Mav growled. He had the sudden urge to cover his cock with his hand but that would look like he was touching himself.
“Hey, Mav, we’re best buds. You c’n tell me.” Duke’s words were slightly slurred, his breath furred with scotch fumes. Maverick realized that the sip of beer wasn’t the first thing his roommate had had to drink that night and relaxed. Duke always got mouthy and a little crazy when he was buzzed so it was no wonder he felt free enough to remark on Mav’s hard-on.
“Okay, yeah, it turns me on. It’s my favorite DVD. Happy now?” he asked shortly.
“Not as happy as you, ‘pparently.” Duke was still slurring, obviously drunk. But his hand on Mav’s cock still caught Mav by surprise.
“What the hell, man?” he asked evenly when he felt Duke’s big hand grip him through the loose sweat pants material.
“Extreme gay chicken.” Duke’s brown eyes gleamed in the light from the plasma screen. “Ever heard of it, Mav? ‘S like, both guys grab each other’s cocks and the first one to move their hand loses. Wanna play?”
Mav knew he should say no. His best friend was obviously drunk and didn’t know what he was doing. Then again, knowing Duke, he would have done the same thing when he was dead-cold sober if the notion took him. He was absolutely fearless—which was what explained the fact that he wasn’t afraid to grab his best friend’s cock. A cock that was currently throbbing in his hand for release.
God! Shouldn’t do this… “Fine.” Knowing he would regret it later, Mav reached over and cupped the bulge in his friend’s jean shorts. Duke was hard too.
“Is this too gay for you?” The slur was gone from Duke’s deep voice, replaced by a low, sensual note Mav had only heard when his roommate was seducing some coed on the couch.
“Nah,” he said, playing along. “Not too gay.” The porn on the plasma screen went on but he was blind to it now. All he could feel was the large, masculine hand cupping his erection. All he could see was his own hand returning the favor. His best friend’s cock felt strange under his hand—strange but not bad. Just different.
“How about this?” Duke’s hand moved, stroking slowly from root to tip and back again through the gray sweatpants Mav was wearing.
Mav bit back a groan. He could feel everything through the thin material and god did it ever feel good! What the hell is going on here? But whatever it was, it felt too incredible to stop.
“Nope,” he managed to say and matched his roommate’s hand action with a slow stroke of his own. He could feel Duke’s cock throbbing under his palm but for some reason instead of repulsing him, the feeling intrigued him.
“How about this, then?” Without hesitation, Duke’s hand slid up and his fingers found their way inside the waistband of the sweatpants. Deliberately he brushed over the slippery head of Mav’s shaft. “Is that too gay for you, roomie?” he asked softly, stroking over the broad, wet tip of Mav’s cock.
“That’s…that’s a little gay, man,” Mav managed to gasp. But at the same time he was working his hips, just a tiny bit, trying to get more of his best friend’s hand in contact with his aching cock. Part of him wondered what had gotten into Duke. They’d been roommates for almost four years and he’d seen the other man smashed out of his head before but Duke had never done anything this blatant, this sexual. Did this have something to do with the fact that they were graduating and parting ways in less than a month? But another part of him didn’t give a damn about the whys of what was happening. That part just wanted the delicious almost-contact go on and on and never end.
“But is it too gay is what I’m asking,” Duke murmured, reaching further into Mav’s sweats and wrapping his fingers around his thick, aching shaft. “Do you give?”
“I…I…no. I don’t give,” Mav gasped. By now he was actively thrusting into his friend’s warm palm, almost unable to think because of the slow, hot pleasure that was starting in the base of his balls and working its way up.
“What would make you give, Mav? You know I always win.”