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Authors: Bailey Bradford
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He’d damn near blurted out that he hadn’t ever had sex, period, much less been attracted to another man. That was information he definitely didn’t want Charlene to have.
Except he caught the glint in her blue eyes and the twitch to her full lips. “Really? Not ever? That’s got to suck, a man being your age and as attractive as you are.”
“Christ,” Les muttered as he missed his turn. He couldn’t concentrate on how to get out of this verbal mess and drive at the same time, not when his heart was banging in his chest and his mind was spinning. Had he buried his sexuality all these years under the weight of his fears? Les hadn’t questioned his lack of desire for the opposite sex, he’d just resigned himself to being alone. In his mind, sex had always only been an option with a woman, and he hadn’t been interested for several reasons. Les hadn’t bothered with introspection, just taking the surface answers and leaving the whys and other options alone.
But now he wondered, and his blood heated with images of Adam’s lithe form under his bigger, bulkier body. How would Adam’s lips feel against his, or, God, even better, wrapped around Les’ dick?
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Just the thought had Les hard again, his cock pinched painfully between his pants and thigh. He started to shift in his seat then thought better of it as Charlene smacked his arm again.
“Well?” she demanded.
“Well, what?” Les snapped, so confused by his own thoughts that he didn’t remember what Charlene had asked—at first. Then his whole face burned as her questions slammed back into his head. “Not with a man,” Les mumbled after several minutes of sweating under Charlene’s stare. It wasn’t a complete lie, he just hadn’t added the rest—not with a woman, either.
Charlene tittered and even snorted a bit, which for some strange reason made Les
want to laugh. “So this is one of those gay-for-you type of things.”
Les was so goddamned lost in this conversation. The sirens seemed like a better idea every second, fuck his pride. Charlene had already trampled it anyway. He reached for the switch only to have his hand batted away hard enough to make his knuckles sting.
“Hey!” Les yelped, shaking out his hand as he glared at the woman. “That’s assaulting an officer! So is hitting me like you keep doing!”
Charlene did another laugh-snort combo that sapped some of Les’ irritation away.
“Oh please, you gonna tell someone a big ol’ guy like yourself got smacked around by a tiny thing like myself? Seriously?”
No, he wasn’t, damn it. Les turned onto the street the apartments were on and bit his lip against the question threatening to spill out. It didn’t work, he had to ask. “What do you mean, gay-for-you?”
“Oh boy, you really are clueless,” Charlene snickered as Les pulled the car into the parking lot. He bristled at the amusement in her voice but, wisely in his opinion, kept his mouth shut. “It means, you weren’t interested in a man, only women, until you saw my beautiful baby boy.”
He was not going to admit he hadn’t been interested in anyone until he’d seen Adam.
And he wasn’t sure he was interested, exactly, but he did want to fuck the man something fierce. And there was absolutely zero chance of him spilling that bit of news to Charlene.
Instead he gave the woman an arch look as he put the car in park. “I bet Adam just loves it EX’S AND O’S
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when you call him your baby boy. He’s, what?” Les struggled to remember the birth date on the man’s licence. “Twenty-three? Wouldn’t that make him a man?”
Charlene scoffed at him as she unbuckled. “Close on the age, and it doesn’t matter, he will always be my baby boy, just like your mama would say you’re always going to be her baby boy.”
The declaration sent icy chills down Les’ spine. His mother would never say anything so trite, not when she’d spent the
Except he caught the glint in her blue eyes and the twitch to her full lips. “Really? Not ever? That’s got to suck, a man being your age and as attractive as you are.”
“Christ,” Les muttered as he missed his turn. He couldn’t concentrate on how to get out of this verbal mess and drive at the same time, not when his heart was banging in his chest and his mind was spinning. Had he buried his sexuality all these years under the weight of his fears? Les hadn’t questioned his lack of desire for the opposite sex, he’d just resigned himself to being alone. In his mind, sex had always only been an option with a woman, and he hadn’t been interested for several reasons. Les hadn’t bothered with introspection, just taking the surface answers and leaving the whys and other options alone.
But now he wondered, and his blood heated with images of Adam’s lithe form under his bigger, bulkier body. How would Adam’s lips feel against his, or, God, even better, wrapped around Les’ dick?
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Just the thought had Les hard again, his cock pinched painfully between his pants and thigh. He started to shift in his seat then thought better of it as Charlene smacked his arm again.
“Well?” she demanded.
“Well, what?” Les snapped, so confused by his own thoughts that he didn’t remember what Charlene had asked—at first. Then his whole face burned as her questions slammed back into his head. “Not with a man,” Les mumbled after several minutes of sweating under Charlene’s stare. It wasn’t a complete lie, he just hadn’t added the rest—not with a woman, either.
Charlene tittered and even snorted a bit, which for some strange reason made Les
want to laugh. “So this is one of those gay-for-you type of things.”
Les was so goddamned lost in this conversation. The sirens seemed like a better idea every second, fuck his pride. Charlene had already trampled it anyway. He reached for the switch only to have his hand batted away hard enough to make his knuckles sting.
“Hey!” Les yelped, shaking out his hand as he glared at the woman. “That’s assaulting an officer! So is hitting me like you keep doing!”
Charlene did another laugh-snort combo that sapped some of Les’ irritation away.
“Oh please, you gonna tell someone a big ol’ guy like yourself got smacked around by a tiny thing like myself? Seriously?”
No, he wasn’t, damn it. Les turned onto the street the apartments were on and bit his lip against the question threatening to spill out. It didn’t work, he had to ask. “What do you mean, gay-for-you?”
“Oh boy, you really are clueless,” Charlene snickered as Les pulled the car into the parking lot. He bristled at the amusement in her voice but, wisely in his opinion, kept his mouth shut. “It means, you weren’t interested in a man, only women, until you saw my beautiful baby boy.”
He was not going to admit he hadn’t been interested in anyone until he’d seen Adam.
And he wasn’t sure he was interested, exactly, but he did want to fuck the man something fierce. And there was absolutely zero chance of him spilling that bit of news to Charlene.
Instead he gave the woman an arch look as he put the car in park. “I bet Adam just loves it EX’S AND O’S
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when you call him your baby boy. He’s, what?” Les struggled to remember the birth date on the man’s licence. “Twenty-three? Wouldn’t that make him a man?”
Charlene scoffed at him as she unbuckled. “Close on the age, and it doesn’t matter, he will always be my baby boy, just like your mama would say you’re always going to be her baby boy.”
The declaration sent icy chills down Les’ spine. His mother would never say anything so trite, not when she’d spent the
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