cover art by Reneé George
ISBN: 978-1-60521-261-6
Genre(s): The Fetish Club
Theme(s): Ménage, Gay and Lesbian
Series: Screen Shots
Length: Novella
ISBN: 978-1-60521-261-6
Genre(s): The Fetish Club
Theme(s): Ménage, Gay and Lesbian
Series: Screen Shots
Length: Novella
Blurb:
What's a guy supposed to do when his best friend since freshman year decides he wants to go get his freak on and get paid for it by an amateur gay porn studio? Confused by the changes in his absentminded buddy Cody, Aaron decides to check the place out for himself.Twentysomethingtwinks.com is nothing like Aaron thought it'd be. Professionally run and staffed by friendly, personable -- and hot -- talent, it's a heck of a temptation even for someone who's never thought about getting down with a guy before. Trouble is, Aaron finds he likes the action more than he thought he would -- and he's starting to see Cody in an entirely different light. What's a guy supposed to do now?
Excerpt:
“Yo, Aaron. Think I’ve got a lead on a job. You’re driving me. Cool?”Sure, that was how innocent conversations started. Then fifteenminutes later you ended up burning rubber down back roads to get yourperpetual manchild of a roommate to an interview he was already tenminutes late for.And that was when Cody, looking out the side window of the truck, cameout with the choice gem of: “When’d you first get laid? Was it good,bad, kinda forgettable? Drunk, sober, high, wasted?”“What’s it matter?”“Just seems weird to me you never said. Fuck, I tell you everything.”“Brag, you mean.”“Whatever. Details, man. Inquiring minds want to know.”Aaron shrugged. “I just don’t talk about that kind of shit, is all.”“Shy bastard.”“Private,” Aaron insisted. “Besides, didn’t your momma ever teach yougirls like nice guys?”“Hmm. Do you think guys like nice guys, too?”“The fuck?” Aaron squinted sideways at Cody. “How would I know? Nevereven looked at a guy that way, much less put the moves on them.”Cody digested that with a quiet grunt and a nod. “Guess that meansyou’ve never fucked a guy, huh?”Aaron accidentally shifted gears and swerved.Cody snickered. “I’m gonna take that as a no. Me either,” he went on.“I kinda wonder what it’d be like.”“And you’re what, going to go find out?”“Pretty much. Hey, take this next exit up here.”Aaron required a few seconds to understand the two sentences wereunrelated. He hoped. Almost missed the exit but made it in the lastsecond. “Indy 500, look out. Mad skills.”“Yeah, yeah.” Cody popped his knuckles. “So that doesn’t… y’know,freak you out?”“What, you acquiring a sudden taste for dick?”Cody shrugged and wouldn’t look at Aaron.“Why would I care? Doesn’t matter to me where you stick it. Just don’tgive me the play-by-play the morning after.”“Same rules you had about my lady conquests.”“Because the same reasoning applies. Oversharing. Learn what it means.”Cody rested his cheek on the window. Great. There’d be a hugeCody-shaped smudge there later. Then again, given how the truck was afew months overdue for a trip to the car wash, not such a big deal. “Ithink it’d be okay,” he said.“We’re talking about the guy thing still?”“There any reason we shouldn’t, as long as it doesn’t involve gorydetails about my cock? You seriously wouldn’t think any less of me ifI, you know –” He made a short but impressively concise hand gesture.“What’s your issue? I said no, it didn’t bug me, and I meant no.”Aaron felt irritable for some reason, something he couldn’t pinpoint,and that cranked up the aggravation factor. “Why all the questions?”he asked, to take the pressure off himself. “Got your eye on someonealready and I should start preparing myself now?”“Yes and no,” Cody said. He flexed his feet and popped his toe joints.Someday Aaron had to find out how he did that. “Take the next left.”“You’ve got to tell me what kind of job this is you’re interviewing for.”“You’ll see, my man. You’ll see.” Cody cranked up the CD player volumeand started to sing. Aaron gave up. For now. He’d get it out of Codysooner or later, though, wait and see. What else were friends for ifnot torturing information out of one another?* * *Cody kept his head turned to watch the right side of the road. Hecounted under his breath. “Three, four, five. Okay, it’s gonna be thesixth house on this side. There, right there. Pull in.”Aaron did as he’d been told, though the warning signs that usuallyflashed on in his head whenever Cody had one of his Crazy Schemes wereblazing neon-bright. “What kind of job is this?” he asked again.Probably the fifth time since they’d started driving. He’d keep it upuntil he got an answer, too.“You’ll see.” Cody barely waited for the truck to stop before he wasout of the cab, his sandals flapping over the perfectly graded gravelof the driveway.Aaron followed at a slower pace. This was… wow. Had Cody landed somekind of shot at being a pool boy or work mowing lawns? “Jeez. Ask themif they’ve got a job for me, too.”He had no idea why Cody cracked up laughing, and didn’t think hewanted to. “On second thought, I take it back.”“No do-overs, Aaron.” Cody laid into the door with the brass knockershaped like a — Aaron squinted. No way that was what he thought itwas.Actually, there wasn’t any mistaking that. A door knocker in the shapeof a cock. A pretty impressive cock, too.Cody having a shot at working here suddenly made a hell of a lot more sense.--
Author Site: http://www.willaokati.com/
Home of the Screen Shots: http://www.twentysomethingtwinks.com/
Blog: http://www.fictionwithfriction.com/
Twitter: "willaokati"
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