Almost halfway through June. I’m partway through rewriting an M/M Sci-Fi book. My goal is to get it done by June 30th so that I can start the sequel on July 1st. If I don’t, well… I’ve got tons of books that need written. I can choose one of those for Camp NaNoWriMo 🙂
Today I’m giving another snippet from the first Men of Falcon Pointe book – 959 Brenton Street. In this snippet, Trent is still getting used to somewhat being out. He’s about to get a big intro to gay porn.
“What are we watching?” he asked, sitting down gingerly.
“Ever seen Outlander?”
“Don’t know what that is.”
“Sexy-as-fuck highlanders in kilts.”
Trent grinned. “Oh, I’m in.” Since Cory insisted he have at least one hand in the bowl of Epsom salts and water, he switched off which hand he ate with. After an hour, his resident doctor dried and wrapped the end of each finger. There was no way he was biting his nails, then.
Three episodes into Outlander, and Trent was hooked. “If they took Claire out of it, the show would be fantastic,” he said, making Cory laugh. “Jamie’s hot.”
“Yes, he is. I haven’t read the books, but from what I hear, there’s a couple scenes between Jamie and Jack coming up.”
“Really?” Trent turned toward the screen. The credits were running. “I’ve never seen two guys….” He let his voice trail off.
“Never seen gay porn?”
“No. I snuck a Playgirl once and enjoyed the pictures of the guys, but nothing man-on-man.”
“Want to?” Turning, Trent saw Cory’s honest expression.
“Nothing that will scare me.”
Cory grinned. “Hold on.” With a few buttons, the screen cleared and an Internet site came up. “Before the Internet, I had to dream this stuff up. The Internet was a very good invention.”
“How long have you known you’re gay?” Trent asked as Cory flitted through a few pages.
“I knew when I was a kid.”
“Yep. My friends teased and tortured little girls by pulling the hair of the ones they were interested in. I did the same to boys I liked. Ah, here’s one.” The small still of the video expanded, and he hit play. It was an outdoor scene with two cowboys. In no time, Trent forgot everything except what he saw on the screen. It had everything. Hand jobs, blow jobs, rimming, and when the taller man sunk his cock into the other, Trent couldn’t stop himself from reaching down and rubbing over his erection. Everything else faded as he watched the two fuck. It wasn’t as rough as he expected, and he had the feeling Cory did that on purpose. Oh man, he really wanted to do it.
When the video stopped, Trent sat breathing hard and his cock ached for attention.
Glancing to his left, he saw Cory watching him.
“That was….” He gulped.
“Yes, it was. Can you imagine yourself as the top or the bottom?”
“Both.” Trent wasn’t sure he wanted another man up his rear end, but from the pleasure on the face of the guy on the bottom, it must feel fantastic.
“I have a subscription to the site, so feel free to surf it anytime you’re home.”
Trent Farnsworth moves to Falcon Pointe to get as far away from his controlling family and religion as he can. While his conservative upbringing makes it hard for Trent to admit he’s gay, he accidentally outs himself in front of his four new roommates. None of the men living at 959 Brenton Street are what the world would consider normal, but all four accept him for who he is. He never expects to feel right at home in a loving discipline household. And when Trent falls for his much older landlord, Dr. Cory Venerin, he’s as surprised as anyone, but discovering Cory feels the same makes Trent realize he’s truly in the right place at the right time.
Until he tells his family he’s gay. His father uses any resource at his disposal to destroy him, including Trent’s love for Cory. As his father schemes to send Trent to a hospital whose sole purpose is to rip the gay out of him, Cory battles to save not only Trent—but also the possibility of a future together.