Tuesday, October 2, 2012

Second Book Excerpt: Not Safe For Work

They both got out of the car. Eric thought he would have more difficulty getting out, but it was easier than he suspected. He took a few moments to survey Mathew’s neighborhood. He could not remember the last time he had been in this part of town before. For the most part, it was quiet, but some of the houses and apartment buildings adjacent to Mathew’s were somewhat rundown, and he did not see too many other cars parked on the street other than his.
“Is it safe for me to keep my car parked out here like this?” Eric asked. “You don’t have a driveway?”
“No, I don’t have a driveway and yeah, it’s safe.”
“Are you sure? I don’t want some thief or crack-head to come by and break my windows. And I don’t want a pigeon to shit on my car.”
Mathew chuckled. “There’s not that many crack-heads in this area. I promise. I also don’t think a pigeon is gonna shit on your car in the middle of the night.”
Eric followed Mathew inside of his apartment building, all the while thinking to himself: How the fuck did I end up here? He ended up answering his own question: Because you decided to be adventurous, go to a gay club, and end up partying with this boy…and fuck, why is his ass so perfect?
They climbed a steep flight of stairs, with Eric a few steps behind Mathew, holding up on to the rail along the wall for dear life, his eyes glued to Mathew’s bubble butt, transfixed by the way his cheeks shifted left and right as he walked up the stairs. Maybe it was the lack of inhibition that came from being drunk, but Eric, without even knowing it, reached up with one hand and squeezed Mathew’s ass, to see if it felt as good as it looked. It felt better than it looked. Mathew stopped mid-step and whirled around. There seemed to be a mixture of surprise and anger in his cocoa-colored eyes.
“Did you just grab my ass?” Mathew asked.
Eric felt a wave of embarrassment overcome, almost more powerful than the nausea rolling through his stomach. “Sorry, it was just…there.”
Mathew gave him a weird look, before flashing him a subtle smile and turning back to walk up the stairs. His apartment was the fourth door on the left, once they made it to the second landing. As Mathew reached into his pocket to get his keys, Eric took time to study Mathew’s body: the slender shoulders, the biceps and triceps that were noticeably toned without being too big, the way the white tank-top Mathew wore clung to his lean torso for dear-life, the way his waist was almost unrealistically slender, before curving into a juicy, round ass. Eric had gone to a gay club for the first time in his life, and in one night had found his physical ideal.
I wanna fuck him, Eric thought. As soon as the words entered his mind, his dick hardened, all thick eight inches of it, and he did not bother thinking about trees to make it go down.


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