Excerpt from my gay erotic short story, "Stakeout"

This is the first 500 or so words of my short story, “Stakeout,” which appears in my collection of six gay erotic stories available here on Amazon. It's free with Kindle Unlimited.

“How do you tell your partner you’re jerking off night and day thinking about him?” I wondered aloud to my reflection in the cheap hotel room’s bathroom mirror.

I had just yanked my trousers and boxers past my knees and was now standing with my tie, dress shirt, and undershirt pulled up around my chest, as I watched myself make a fist around my stiffening cock.

I squeezed it hard, my arrowhead-shaped cockhead suddenly very shiny and swelling hugely. I imagined far from the first time that it was my partner and best friend, Detective Brian McAnally, who was gripping me by the cock.

I liked to think the burly, dark-haired man would make a tight fist around my member exactly how I liked it, since I’d found myself struggling against my partner’s legendary grip more nights than I cared to remember during the drunken roughhousing he was fond of initiating at the cop bar on East Twenty-Fourth.

I had little doubt Mac would pump me dry with the steady, unerring precision of a machine, as he himself had told me innumerable times he’d had more experience beating off during our three years of surveillance work than most guys got in a lifetime.

Grunting between clenched teeth, I jerked off furiously and thrust my hips at my reflection, my cock getting harder by the stroke. I eyed my swollen cockhead for the first signs of pre-cum drooling from its puckered piss slit, as my hairy balls jiggled wildly between my muscular thighs.

“Job-related stress. That’s why I jerk off so much,” Mac had said to me earlier tonight during a stakeout.

I turned in my bucket seat to make some wisecrack, but instead gulped nervously at him grinning back at me in the neon lights of the all-night convenience store we were parked across the street from.

My heart skipped a beat, when I marveled for the thousandth time he had the long nose, perfect lips, and strong jaw of a Thirties movie star. He had bright blue eyes I swear turned silvery and startlingly clear at night. He always had a quick smile for me and the other guys at the precinct. During interrogations, I was constantly amazed such an easygoing fellow could flick on the ugliest bad-cop glare I ever saw at precisely the right moment to extract a confession from the punk slumped across the table from us.

I squirmed in my seat, helpless to stop my cock from stiffening down one leg of my trousers the second I imagined Mac sitting naked and hard beside me in our beat-up sedan.

“Yeah. Sure,” I mumbled, clearing my throat, and feigned boredom as best I could by pretending we were in the office doing paperwork. “Cop’s life.”

For several seconds, I stared blankly through the windshield and, gulping dryly, became increasingly aware of our shoulders pressed together in the cramped car.

“Good thing you wear boxers, huh?”

“What?” I asked, looking over my shoulder at him, and wondered deliriously for a split second if our physical contact had somehow enabled him to detect my sudden erection.

He waved a hand at my cock tenting up my trousers.

I was speechless.

This is the first 500 or so words of my short story, “Stakeout,” which appears in my collection of six gay erotic stories available here on Amazon. It's free with Kindle Unlimited.

Excerpt from my gay erotic short story, "Brother North Star"

This is the first 500 or so words of my short story, “Brother North Star,” which appears in my collection of six gay erotic stories available here on Amazon. It's free with Kindle Unlimited.

“Mitch. Mitch. Wake up.”

I opened my eyes to find Nathan Hopper leaning over my bed, his lips so close to my ear I could feel his warm breath washing down my neck.

“What?” I breathed, my heart skipping a beat, when I realized Nathan was wearing nothing but his long underwear bottoms. His broad chest reflected the pale moonlight. “It’s freezing, Nathan. Why’d you wake me up?”

“Come on,” he whispered, pulling back the heavy covers to expose me curled up in a ball against the cold. “Let’s go to the sauna and warm up.”

I groaned, struggling to draw the blankets back over me, but Nathan was stronger and apparently determined tonight I accompany him across the ski resort’s courtyard to its sauna, as he easily wrestled the covers away from me and, grinning devilishly, yanked them beyond my reach over the foot of the bed.

I glowered at him, thinking he might go away, if I made myself into a very tiny ball in the center of the bed, then refused to budge.

“Come on, Mitch. Get outta bed.” He wriggled his fingers under one of my arms to tickle my armpit. “No one else is up. I just wanna get warm. I’ve—I’ve been north-starring all night. I can’t sleep. Come on.”

“Dude, you woke me up from a great dream,” I lied, suddenly throwing a full erection up the front of my boxers, as I giggled and writhed violently across the bed, desperate to elude his fingers at the same time I was thrilled he’d woken me to say he’d been sporting a hard-on all night. “I wasn’t having a problem sleeping.”

We both suddenly froze in mid-battle, gaping at one another, when someone in a nearby room muttered incoherently, then coughed two or three times in his sleep.

“Come on, Mitch.” Nathan swallowed noisily, his eyes lingering on my hard-on tenting up my underwear, as I lay very still on my back and tried to catch my breath as quietly as I could. “I don’t wanna be around the other guys. They’re all drunk and stupid right now.”

“All right,” I breathed, pushing his hands away.

I sat up, then scooted on my butt across the mattress toward him, even in the pale moonlight able to see him throw an erection up the front of his long johns.

“Move,” I murmured, “so I can stand up.”

I slid off the bed, wincing at the frosty floor numbing my feet, and stood shivering in front of my best friend grinning happily at me.

“You are north-starring,” he breathed, swallowing noisily, as his gaze flickered between my eyes and my boner jutting out the crotch of my boxers.

“I told you I was having a great dream,” I growled, hoping I sounded indignant, but suspected I only sounded horny, as I glanced down at his erection poking out the front of his long underwear. “You are, too.”

“I know,” Nathan said, smiling toothily. “That’s why I woke you.”

“How—How we gonna get to the sauna?” I asked, my eyes growing wide, when he gathered the elastic waistband of his underwear in his fists, then peeled his long johns down his hips.

I watched him bend forward, his rigid dick, then his hairy balls popping into view.

Without a word, Nathan slid his underwear down his muscular legs. He looked up at me gaping at him, as he pulled them past his calves and freed a foot at a time.

“We’ll streak!”

This is the first 500 or so words of my short story, “Brother North Star,” which appears in my collection of six gay erotic stories available here on Amazon. It's free with Kindle Unlimited.

Excerpt from my gay erotic short story, "The Glass Pond"

This is the first 500 or so words of my short story, “The Glass Pond,” which appears in my collection of six gay erotic stories available here on Amazon. It's free with Kindle Unlimited.

I broke up with my boyfriend after nearly twenty years of monogamy, and happily moved back to our hometown, where both sets of our parents still lived and worked at the town’s only bank. Anthony preferred the restless, even chaotic energy of New York City over the gentle predictability of our small town in Oklahoma, this fundamental difference in our temperaments creating a greater gulf between us than our dawning comprehension I could no longer endure the staid domesticity of coupledom so many of our gay friends espoused to with a fervor I found downright suffocating.

I first saw Kevin Adler buying apples at the fruit stalls lining the dusty state road outside of town, and knew right away he was Trey’s son, as I’d gotten to know Trey and his wife pretty well during the years after high school when he and I had worked the rodeo circuit together.

I’m not sure what Anthony would make of Kevin, who’s about twenty years our junior.

Nor do I give a damn, truth be told.

The second time I saw Kevin, he was swimming in the Glass Pond. I was delighted to discover he was wearing nothing but a huge grin and a Cherokee arrowhead on a black cord around his neck.

“Kevin!” I called, tilting my broad-brimmed hat down my brow to shade my eyes, as I reined Sadie to a stop. I twisted a little in the saddle to better look at the dark-haired man’s long, lean frame, as he slowly straightened up in the shallows. “What’re you doing down here? Trying to give Missus Glass a stroke?”

“No, she never comes here. Too long a walk for such an old lady,” he said, closing one eye against the sun to look up at me on the filly. “I’m takin’ a break. It’s gotta be at least ninety degrees already. I gotta drive both of Mister White’s tractors up to my granddad’s garage this mornin,’ so they can get worked on.”

My heart was hammering wildly in my chest. I hardly heard a word he said, as I eagerly memorized every detail of his nakedness shimmering in the morning sunlight.

He was well over six feet tall, with long, long arms and legs, relatively narrow shoulders, and a flat chest dominated by huge, deep red nipples. He had an impressively lean midriff bisected by a dense line of hair that curled past his navel and thickened before it met the surprisingly small triangle of dark pubes fanning over his pale lower groin.

I marveled at his muscular, white ass, while he turned a quick circle, wordlessly scanning the horizon for anyone else on horseback.

I had a hard time swallowing, as I eyed his flaccid dick and plump, hairless scrotum made taut by the cold pond water. His dick was circumcised like mine, his plump dickhead the shiny, fiery red of young men subject to frequent, unbidden erections.

“You down here a lot?” I asked, hoping my voice didn’t betray my arousal, as my cock fully erected in the tight confines of my blue jeans.

This is the first 500 or so words of my short story, “The Glass Pond,” which appears in my collection of six gay erotic stories available here on Amazon. It's free with Kindle Unlimited.

Ann's Review of ANYTHING BUT EVERYTHING & FIVE MORE GAY EROTIC STORIES

The first blog review came out on my collection, Anything But Everything & Five More Gay Erotic Stories:

“Erotica done right….These aren’t stories of hearts and flowers but that doesn’t mean they aren’t romantic. They are masculinized romance and have that unapologetic edge making them more deliciously filthy than your typical MM love story. What makes these better, though, is that they also have fully fleshed-out characters and an actual story to go with the sex.” - Ann, unicorn at Boy Meets Boy Reviews

Go here for the full review.

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