GENRE: Gay Erotic Romance Box Set
LENGTH: 59,349 words
In life, there’s a fine line between lust and love. One often leads to the other, but sometimes, it’s just about release. Follow the men in these best-selling stories by J.D. Walker as they ride a physical and emotional rollercoaster to the heart. The experience changes their lives forever. Contains the stories:
Back at the Altar: Cole Altridge is jilted at the altar. He is hesitant to pursue any further relationships and buries himself in work until Brenda, his best friend, drags him out to do karaoke one night. There, he comes to the rescue of Jeremy Sultan, an acquaintance he now sees with new eyes. Sparks fly and the sex is hot. Will he let himself get his happily ever after?
Copy Me, Unrequited: Theodore Mennington loves Henry Bunting, but he knows it's one-sided. Sheldon Wickens has the hots for Theodore, but it never goes anywhere. When Sheldon signs a one-year lease for the apartment complex where Theodore lives, Henry sees the attraction between Theodore and Sheldon and plays cupid. Theodore has to decide if he wants to take a chance on something new, or remain unrequited.
Dream Man: Every night Michael Stein dreams of 'Mr. Muscles' -- a sex machine who pounds him into oblivion and makes his sheets wet. Who needs reality? Then he meets Christian Bolster, his dream man. Will he take a chance, or forever hide behind the facade of Mr. Muscles?
Heavy Metal Cowboy Blues: Lester 'Les' McCoy loves his country music. He's also in lust with Damien Ridley -- the 'metal boy' who lives downstairs -- despite his very loud music tastes which drive Les crazy! He's an old prairie bachelor, and thinks Damien is too young for him. But, a gay-bashing and some friendly advice lead Les to use Patsy Cline and canary yellow underpants to get the stud he's always wanted.
He’s the Boss: Lynn Hall owns an employment agency with one problem -- he can't keep his own staff in line. In steps Duncan Stern, the perfect employee. Sparks fly, but Lynn’s the boss and they need to be professional, right? Passion won’t be denied, however and turns into steamy nights and hot office liaisons. One lecherous client threatens their love, and Lynn wonders -- will he lose the man of his dreams?
Ho Hum New Year: John Parnassus hates the holidays with a passion. He doesn't believe in love, men or the 'holiday spirit', still bitter after his ex left him on Christmas morning. In steps fate in the guise of Tim Hinton. Surprised to find they have common ground, John finds himself at a crossroads: should he make a move, or endure another ho hum New Year?
Run to You: Tyson Cranwick is in love with Justin Simpson, but all they have in common is their jobs at the call center. Justin loves sports, so Tyson decides to train for the same 5k race as his crush, hoping he'll get a date out of the deal. Nothing goes as planned, however, and Tyson fears he's lost his chance. Or has he? Can he overcome his fear and listen to what Justin's heart has to say?
The Best Man for Me: Royce Lummis' fiancé is a no-show at the rehearsal; worst of all, he sees him kissing another man. Heartbroken, Royce accepts the offer of a couch from Rodney Fanning—his best man and ex-boyfriend. Though they have history between them, Rodney is a good friend and Royce's heart slowly heals. It's almost too late when Royce finally realizes that Rodney is the best man for him. Will he get his man?
EXCERPT FROM "Back at the Altar"
Note: may contain sexually explicit scenes of a homoerotic nature.
"Dude, you fuckin' rocked!" Jeremy shouted as we walked down the street, bumping into my shoulder time and time again.
"Thanks, babe. I'm worn out, though. How 'bout you take me home for a nightcap?"
“Sure hon.” Taking my hand and leading the way, Jeremy walked us to his car and we got in. As he pulled away from the curb, I gave him directions to my condo.
While we headed back up to Highland Avenue I told him, "I need to say thank you for tonight, and really show you my appreciation for such an awesome evening." At the next red light, I reached over and rubbed his leg lightly, slowly making my way over to the bulge in his pants that was growing behind his zipper.
Lifting his hips automatically to meet my touch, Jeremy said "This could be a dangerous thing to do while driving." But that didn't stop him from pushing into my hand.
"Yes it could be dangerous. Delicious, isn't it?" When he took a turn on Ponce Place, I slowly pulled down his zipper and reached inside to rub my hand against his hardness.
"Baby, if you keep this up, I'm gonna have to pull over and make you finish what you started," Jeremy warned.
"Is that a challenge?" I asked innocently. "I'll take that bet." I proceeded to rub him harder through his briefs, and I could feel the wetness from the tip of his cock seeping into his underwear.
Suddenly, Jeremy pulled over on a side street near Tenth and put the car in park, turning off the engine. He pushed his seat back as far as it would go, and then leaned back. Abruptly, he shoved his right hand into my hair and used his left to move my hand off his dick and grab hold of the base. Shoving my head down on his cock, he said, "No more teasing. Suck me off now, damn it! Make it good." He was so masterful. I loved that in a man!
Without further ado, I held his dick steady with one hand while I took his length in my mouth and went all the way down to his dark red pubic hair, setting up a back and forth motion and sucking for all I was worth. I used my other hand to fondle his balls, swallowing against the spongy tip of his cock anytime it hit the back of my throat. He jerked uncontrollably whenever I did that.
"Fuck, you're good at that!" Jeremy yelled, followed by a husky groan. His thrusts became erratic as he got closer to the threshold. Both hands in my hair now, he forced me to follow his lead and meet his thrusts and oh, how I loved that.
"Take it, take it all, take my load!" he yelled, coming in great spurts, pulsing down my throat. I moaned as I swallowed his cum, and I, too, climaxed just by pleasuring him. He was that sexy.
Collapsing against the seat, he said "Damn baby, your mouth is a work of art." He loosened his grip on my hair and let his hands drop to his sides, breathing heavily.
I leaned back against my seat, wiping my mouth and licking my lips for remnants of his cum. My head against the head rest, I smiled to myself as I listened to Jeremy's constant stream of muttering. Words like "damn baby, damn" or "fuckin' squeezed my dick so good I got nothin' left."
Turning my head, I looked at my lover. He was still trying to calm his breathing, eyes closed and dick still semi-hard.
"You were so sexy, I came in my pants, you know that?" I asked.
Opening his eyes a little, Jeremy looked at me and said, "Honey, you had me hard from the time you started singing on that stage and making love to the mic stand. Fuck! I think I might require you to sing to me every time we have sex. Shit yeah!"
Laughing at him, I replied, "You are so silly. Come on, stud. Take me home so you can fuck me raw. I'll sing ‘Let's Get it On’ by Marvin Gaye, yeah?"
On that note, Jeremy found enough energy to tuck himself in, adjust his seat and start the car. "I'm holding you to that," he said as we sped up Tenth Street to my condo.