Here’s the excerpt of this ManLove, gay erotic romance novel.
Shortly after preparing their drinks, Jillian ventured into the flailing mass of bodies again. Alan, already regretting his decision to stay for another drink, made his way to the couch. However, he found it occupied. A guy from his office and the woman from the coffee shop¾madly groping one another and kissing sloppily¾were sprawled across all three cushions.
“Damn,” Alan muttered.
“Can’t find a place to sit down?” a voice asked from behind him.
Alan turned. It was another guy from the office. He was handsome; bald, probably shaven to counteract the thinning of his hair. Green eyes mixed with a hint of brown, not unlike Alan’s own. Alan knew his face, but couldn’t recall his name. “No.”
“I was just heading out to the deck for a smoke.” He reached into the chest pocket of his burgundy dress shirt and whipped out a lighter. He flicked it once, unleashing a brief flash of flame. “Care to join me?”
“I don’t smoke,” Alan said. “And I just came from out there.”
“Your choice. Have fun, man.” He took a step backwards, turned and started to walk away. Alan glanced at his backside. His pants, even though they were slightly loose, did nothing to hide the firm ass underneath.
“Wait!” Alan shouted a little louder than he had originally meant to. “I could use some fresh air.”
The guy turned around. “I thought you said you just came in from outside?”
“Well, I didn’t…get enough last time. I think I could go for a little more.” Alan smiled.
“Sounds good to me, man.”
Alan followed him through the gyrating crowd and out onto the veranda.
“Wonderful night.” He lit up a cigarette and took a long drag.
“It really is.”
He exhaled slowly, his tongue twirling in his slightly open mouth. “I’m Josh, by the way. Josh Withers.”
“Alan.” He cleared his throat. “Alan Deckard.”
They shook hands. Alan was careful to squeeze Josh’s hand tightly in a strong shake. He then let his eyes explore Josh’s body. Josh was broad and muscular, while he was slim and the only muscles on his body were the result of lugging boxes of files up and down three flights of stairs twice a day.
Alan thought for a moment about what it would be like to unbutton his shirt, reveal his muscular chest, bite his nipples, kiss his stomach, maybe even move down a little further… God, what it would be like to look up into his smiling face while tasting him deeply? The feel of skin on skin, fumbling together in the dark… It would be fantastic. You’ve been alone for too long. You’re fantasizing about straight guys, again.