Another Dream
Copyright © 2009 by Addison Albright
Blurb:
When a shy, twenty-nine year old, virgin erotica writer
with a tool belt fetish crosses paths with an outgoing carpenter the fireworks soar. Introverted Larry has an active imagination,
and extroverted Marty is just the man to draw him out of his shell. Larry makes new friends and faces a jealous rival for
Marty’s affections while helping Marty reevaluate an impulsive decision, made twenty years earlier. A scheme is hatched
that rewinds the years of Marty’s life and takes the new lovers on a cross-country road trip together. From hot to humorous,
their expedition is a journey of personal growth for Larry, an overdue resolution to Marty’s long-ago rash actions,
and a trek down a path of self-discovery for both of them.
Larry worries about the motivations of his own feelings,
as he tries to gauge Marty’s. Marty’s tired of the single life. He’s ready to settle down and has been looking
for Mr. Right. Will their personality differences complement each other to make another dream come true, or will Larry’s
insecurities keep him from seizing love?
Excerpt:
The drive back
to the apartment complex was mostly a blur. Larry concentrated on not letting his cock get too out of hand, but repeated glances
over at Marty were counterproductive to that goal. As they walked up the concrete stairs to their level, Larry's cock was
rock solid and had taken over his thinking for him. He didn't seem to have a care in the world right then except for getting
his rocks off -- with Marty -- soon.
Marty unlocked the door to his apartment and they entered. He closed and locked
the door then pulled Larry in for a kiss. Oh, it wasn't a gentle kiss this time either. Jesus, fuck. Larry's arms wound around
Marty's neck and he found himself kissing Marty back with every ounce of strength he had. Marty's tongue found its way into
his mouth and started a duel with Larry's. Larry was equal to the contest and his tongue battled Marty's as their mouths and
groins ground against each other.
Oh, fuck. Fuck no. But Larry couldn't stop it. He was past the point of no return.
He groaned loudly into Marty's mouth as his cock pulsed and hot come spurted into his briefs. His strength was sapped out
of him and he felt Marty tighten his grip, holding him up as his body spasmed in Marty's arms. How fucking embarrassing was
that? Fuck, Rhys would never, ever shoot his load before Hektor even had a chance to yank his pants off. Marty had
to think Larry was the most pathetic, useless waste of time he'd ever brought home.
Marty broke the kiss. "Fuck, yes.
Do you know how hot that is? How good that makes me feel knowing I sent you over the edge with just a kiss?"
Oh. Larry
hadn't thought about it that way. That was a good idea, in fact. He'd have Hektor kiss Rhys into coming in his pants in the
sequel to Forever Mine that he was working on.
"Come on, honey," Marty said, "let's get you cleaned up and both
of us out of these clothes so we can start on round two. You're a youngster, hon, you'll recharge quickly."
Larry looked
at him in amazement. "Hell yeah, baby, let's get moving on round two." Now that sounded a bit more like something Rhys
would say. Clearly his cock was still running the show, because it didn't sound even remotely like anything Larry had
ever said.
