My new book is out!

Hi folks!

I have a new young adult romance out in ebook and paperback! Check out the deets below!



Dylan James

Two teenage rodeo champs have to overcome their hatred for each other — and their uncertainty about themselves — to save the family ranches.

Grant Peters is sixteen and wants nothing more than to just compete in calf roping at rodeos and keep winning gold. But there are two obstacles in his path.

The first is Logan Summers, also sixteen, and also into calf roping. Logan is Grant’s only real competition and every time Logan wins, he gives Grant a smug little smirk that sets Grant’s blood boiling.

The second is Grant’s parents being close to selling the family ranch and moving to the city, away from rodeo, and away from his horse, Thunder.

So when Grant discovers evidence of a deadly cougar stalking the ranch, he decides to take it upon himself to hunt down what would undoubtedly kill the little business his family has left if word got out. Of course, as soon as he sets off into the woods, he runs into Logan, who is undertaking the same hunt to save his own family’s ranch.

Now, these two teenage rodeo nemeses have to not only overcome their uncertainty about themselves, but also their hatred for each other, if they have any hope of coming together to save their families’ businesses.

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Service to the State by Starlight Barque

Greetings book lovers!

Here’s another sexy book to load onto your Kindle or Kobo!


Brilliant surgeon Galen Jahr has given up on love and moved halfway across the world to escape heartbreak. While working at a relief hospital in Alaska, Galen meets and befriends Navojan, an alien living on Earth but hiding his true identity as a being from another planet.

Over the course of their unlikely friendship, Galen and Navojan spend their days working and spending time together, often discussing their favorite books. It never occurs to Galen that Navojan has a flair for writing himself, until one day he happens upon Navojan’s open tablet and his unfinished romance novel.

The steamy contents of the novel activate Galen’s imagination, sending his unrequited feelings for Navojan into overdrive. Could the human character in Navojan’s book be a stand-in for Galen himself? Galen is completely distracted by dreams and fantasies of his friend, whose physiology feels pain as pleasure, and whose features–among them, a tail–are so very alien.

This short read is full of passion and sensuality, exploring the relationship between pleasure and pain, and detailing an alien/human love affair that is a bit sweet, a bit strange, and extremely, delightfully sexy.

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He looks around, taking in his surroundings. Why is he alone in the hospital? Where are all the machines?

Then he notices the figure before him.

Navojan is in his ER, lying on the cold table, unable to move. His heart speeds up. The sight of his friend, helpless, almost naked from the waist down, sends a jolt right to his groin. Galen looks down, a sudden gleam in his eye. He could do anything. Anything at all.

Nav’s tail is trapped between his legs and he clearly hasn’t shaved the quills in awhile. Sitting on his tail must be very painful. Sure enough, he can see Nav twitching, tightening his buttocks in a futile attempt to keep it off the metal surface. Pushing down on his torso, Galen hears him stifle a gasp as his pelvis is rocked from side to side, scraping his ass and legs against the sharp quills, leaving bright red marks on the sensitive skin of his legs. Galen picks up a scalpel and Navojan startles, terror evident in his eyes as he squirms on the table.

“Lie still,” Galen says sharply and Nav scrambles to obey, his eyes on the scalpel.

He cuts off Nav’s shirt, blade millimeters from his exposed neck, and draws a small amount of blood. Nav shivers as his shirt is slowly removed and each thick ridge is exposed to the cold air. Galen searches the box of instruments until he finds the small hose used to suction and improve visibility during surgery. Nav gasps as he moves the suction tool across the meatiest ridge, lingering at the spots that extract moans and strangled gasps, watching as pleasure shoots through his friend’s chest. Galen’s other hand moves the scalpel slowly down Nav’s stomach, watching his scales turn a deep shade of violet.

Galen can see Nav’s cock straining against his delicate briefs and runs the scalpel over it through the fabric, the sharpened end digging slightly through the fabric. A strangled moan comes from Navojan, but Galen stifles the noise with a hand. He can’t afford to be discovered by another doctor. Bringing the edge across the elastic, Galen strips him of his undies and his cock jumps out. His body positively gleams as he lies naked on the table, scales darkened, skin turning a deep shade of crimson as blood flows to his engorged penis, and he makes pleading sounds.

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About Starlight Barque:

Starlight Barque has been dabbling in the creative arts for most of her life.  When not writing gay erotic fiction, she can be found tinkering with her impressive collection of musical instruments, stopping to pet strange dogs on the street, and pondering tidbits on tumblr such as “when robots take over the world, will the revolution be fought in captchas?“  She plays a mean game of classic 80s mario brothers, binge-watches science fiction like a pro, and is hopeless at cards against humanity. Service to the State is her first work for Carnation Books, and she is hard at work on a new femslash apocalypse romance.

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Dog Days by Marie Fox

Greetings book lovers!

I again have a couple book promos in my email inbox, so we’re powering through them this week! Starting off — Dog Days by Marie Fox (published by my company, Deep Desires Press)!


Six years after the disastrous end of the relationship that almost got him killed, James Harper is happy. He has healed most of his physical and mental scars, has amazing friends, his writing is finally getting noticed, and he loves his job at the dog kennel. And the best thing of all? He’s managed to keep his heart locked away, safe from anyone who could possibly hurt him again.

But then Aiden Cross enters his life. Tall, blond, gorgeous, and with a great pup named Clover, James can’t help but dream about putting a collar around Aiden’s pretty neck. But Aiden unleashes more than just dreams and the nightmares keeping James awake remind him exactly why he vowed to never submit to love again.

Unable to escape Aiden and his own desires, James has to decide whether a second chance at happiness might be worth the risk. And the pain.

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“James?” Aiden breathed, eyes widening at the admittance.

“God, the sound of you saying my name … the things it does to me. Do you have any idea how you looked today on your knees at the office? Eyes wide as you stared up at me from the floor. God, I wanted to kiss you right then, tangle my fingers in your hair and pull, baring your throat to me so I can mark you up. Suck and lick and bite, want to leave a fucking collar around that pretty neck of yours. I want to make sure everyone can see that you’re mine. That I am the only one that’s allowed to touch you; to taste you, fuck you, and love you.

“You drive me crazy, Aiden. You have ever since the first time I saw you walk through my office door. Your voice, your body, your lips, and your eyes … oh God, your eyes. I want to own you Aiden, want to possess every inch of you. Want to see you drop to your knees for me and beg for my touch. Tears filling those beautiful baby blues as you take everything I give you, even as those sinful lips of yours plead for more. Begging, pleading, sobbing for my cock and my cum. To mark you up and fill you full,” James growled. Now that he had started he was finding it impossible to stop the words pouring from his mouth.

“James … please…” Aiden gasped softly. Breathing in ragged pants, and his body tensing further with each word.

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About Marie Fox:

Marie Fox was born in Largo, Florida, and is an avid writer, gamer, and animal enthusiast. Marie currently lives in Tampa, Florida, with her husband, her attack cat Tecklis, and a very lazy bearded dragon named Pancake. She spends her days working as a kennel manager and her nights writing m/m romance amongst other things. When she’s not handling piles of playful pups or writing, she enjoys gaming (particularly RPGs, FPSs, and Metroidvania style games), attending conventions, and traveling.

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Smashwords Summer/Winter Sale

There’s a HUGE sale going on over at Smashwords for the month of July and I’ve got a whole bunch of hot titles here for you!

Before we jump into the sale titles from myself and my Indie Erotica Collective authors, I want to point you over to Deep Desires Press — because we’ve got a ton of books on sale over there too!

For the sale — both with us at Indie Erotica Collective and over at Deep Desires Press — all prices are valid on Smashwords only from July 1 to July 31.

Now, on to our sale:

Cameron D. James (gay erotic romance and gay erotica):

Dylan James (Cameron’s young adult romance pen name):

Cherry Chase (lesbian twincest erotica):

Ethan White (gay kink erotica):

Master Dominic / Dominic Leblanc (taboo gay erotica):

Sandra Claire (straight, gay, and menage erotica):

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The Engineer’s Feet by Ashton Lake

Greetings book-lovers!

Another day, another hot book! If you’re into feet, this is definitely the book for you!


On a brisk evening in London, handsome Nick’s gas supply mysteriously switches off. He’s on the phone straightaway expecting a balding, old engineer to turn up. An hour later, the entrance phone rings and a clear, deep voice jumps from the speaker. When he opens the door, he can’t detach his eyes from the good-looking visitor standing in front of him and his enticing feet!

Nick recalls the location of his new unopened doll and how, tonight, it could finally be unwrapped.

But will the gas engineer oblige?

Will he stay long enough to read the desire in Nick’s eyes?

Only time will tell.

The Forbidden Foot Stories are a collection of raw, standalone short tales crammed with gay secret desires, kinky indulgence and homoerotic fetish action wrapped around feet, frottage and other dark deeds.

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Swinging open a door by the sink, Nick saw an error light flashing on the front of the boiler. He’d never seen it before. What could it possibly mean? He went over to the hob and tried to light it. The blue flame came to life and, a second later, fizzed into nothingness.

“Oh, shit!” His gas supply was off. For a second, he just stood there thinking what to do. He wasn’t in the mood for a dirty, middle-aged man with rancid breath from not eating all day. But he had no choice but to make a call.

After a second, someone picked up.

“National Grid,” a woman said in a relaxed voice, “How can I help?”

“Hi,” Nick replied, “I’ve got no gas or hot water and my boiler has an error sign on it.”

“So, your cooker ain’t working either?” She eventually said.

“No,” Nick said with a hint of annoyance, “My gas supply is off.”

“Okay,” her tone was indifferent, “And there’s no smell of gas?”

Nick looked over to his kitchen, “Not really, no.”

“All right,” she yawned, “Did you pay your bill?”

Nick rolled his eyes, “Yes, as far as I know.”

“Okay. Don’t open your taps or start the cooker or heating. I’ll have someone over to you as soon as possible.”

“Do you know how long it’s going to take?”

“Eh,” she said for over a second, “give it an hour.”

“Okay, thanks.” He exhaled, slamming the receiver down.

Patience wasn’t his strongest trait. Nick flicked through television channels, not really settling on anything. After a while, he switched it off and froze at a childhood picture on the table. He looked so happy, beaming like an angel between his parents. Those summers spent on the Devon coast were the best days of his life. He could almost taste the salty sea, and the hand-cooked fries that were sold at a shop on the edge of the sand as it gave way to tarmac. His parents would venture out to sea after Nick was back from paddling in the waves. He’d man their spot on the sand, casting glances at the strangers around him, soaking up the sun.

Once, he saw a woman squeezing a white liquid out of a bottle and spreading it over her boyfriend’s back, down his legs and over his bare feet. For some reason, the scene had drawn his attention, kept him fixed. The guy’s feet were wrinkled at the arch, the soles as smooth as a sheet of paper. Nick remembered thinking what it would feel like to have them in his hands, in his lap…

There was a sound. Nick flinched. The entrance phone had buzzed. He jogged through the hallway and received the call, “Hello?” There was a second of static and some rustling.

“Hi,” a deep, male voice eventually crept from the speaker, “I’m here to check your gas supply.”

“Eh, great,” Nick wished that he had a video phone so he could attach a face to the voice. Maybe it’s an old man with a young voice, he thought inside. Almost forgetting, he quickly pressed the button to release the door before the system timed-out, “Come in.”


Nick stood at his door. After half-a-minute, the lift outside of his flat chimed. He heard confident footsteps approaching. A few seconds later, a short succession of knocks splintered the silence. Without looking through the peephole, he turned the lock and held open the door.

His eyes grew wide.

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About the Author:

Ashton Lake has always had an obsession with male feet. As a child, Ashton began writing short stories away from his family and friends drawing on the secret desires which were growing in his mind. When he reached puberty, the juices began flowing! As an adult, his arousing fantasies spill into his stories where he also deals with the ideas of identity, love, fear and courage.

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Thiago by Romeo Preminger

Greetings book-lovers!

Another hot book for you! Check it out!


A hot encounter with a security guard afterhours plunges uptight, Wall Street broker Nate Dennis into obsession and possibly something more.

Nate Dennis made corporate VP at thirty-one, won’t spend a dime for a taxi or laundry, and is socking away enough money to retire at forty-five and live large. He’s arranged his life to not make his mom’s mistake of falling in love with a guy who’s going to leave him broken. Besides, any relationship he’s tried has been a helpless puzzle. He’s better at hooking up, no strings attached, and in New York City, there’s no shortage of hot guys with sick bodies who are interested in the same thing.

Then an afterhours encounter in the office with a new security guard Thiago has him questioning everything.

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Thiago is leaning his big frame over the security desk. I stop short. He’s chatting with another guard, probably getting ready to take over the next shift. A half dozen people are strolling through the big space with its gleaming terrazzo tiles, walnut and granite top marquee desk, and glass double doors to the elevator bay. I could fast-track to the bathroom down the hall past the lobby, and Thiago might not see me. That would avoid some awkwardness. In that moment of indecision, Thiago looks over his shoulder, preternaturally. We lock eyes. His face blossoms with a grin.

“Hey, Mr. Dennis.”

I walk over and reach out to shake his hand. “Hey.”

He sets off sparks when he wraps his big, warm hand around mine. A look passes back and forth between him and his colleague, and the other guy gets up, says his see-you-laters, and walks out to the elevator bank.

“Long time, no see,” Thiago says. “They cut my hours,” he adds, with a shrug.

“I was wondering about you.”

A group of people pass through the lobby, putting our conversation on hold. After they’ve made their way down one hall or the other, Thiago looks me over, licks his lips, says quietly. “You miss me, baby?”

My face burns up, and I glance down at my feet. Worries I never thought I had surface up like hives. Did he tell his buddies about banging me the other night? Will all of the security guards be looking at me funny from now on? I manage to pull it together and face him casually. “That was a pretty good time.”

He chuckles softly, and his smile is so disarming. I ease up, re-reading the situation. He’s not malicious. Everything about him is on the surface, including the devouring energy coming from him, which has me feeling small and weak.

“You know where to find me now,” he says.

I think about my business card with my cell phone number, which he never called. “Yeah. You know where to find me too.”

I wander back to the hallway, shortening my steps a bit. When I glance back, Thiago is still watching me. I make my way down to the bathroom.

One guy comes out of the swinging door, and I go in. It’s a big, corporate bathroom with lots of stalls, and the place feels totally vacant. I step up to a urinal, but it’s hard to piss after running into Thiago again. Gradually, a stop-and-go stream comes out of my semi-hard cock.

The door swooshes open. I shake off the last drops, zip up and turn around.

Thiago stands behind me.

I’m startled and turned on by his proximity. He glances toward a back stall, puts a hand on my shoulder, and I’m on a dream-like conveyer belt while he guides me there. Our bodies fill up the space inside. Thiago latches the door shut. He comes at me with his chest and hips crushing my body, and his lips and tongue attack my mouth like he’s just gotten out of prison.

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About the Author:

romeo prideRomeo Preminger is the pen name for an author who likes writing gay romantic smut without losing his day job. He’s married to a great guy and believes in happily-ever-after. Thiago is his first erotic romance.  For more about Romeo, visit:

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Rimmerdale: Season One by John Valjean

Greetings book-lovers!

This week I’m catching up on all the book promos that have been sitting in my email. Apologies to the authors for taking so long!


Sex, crime, blackmail, and murder. Life in the quiet town of Rimmerdale is anything but innocent, and the residents prefer to keep their secrets hidden. Dive into the taboo mystery that will keep you guessing until its final erotic chapter!

Follow sexy high-school senior Arnie Andrews and his circle of male friends as they find themselves embroiled in a sexually charged mystery that threatens to doom them all. When an unprovoked attack on a pair of students occurs, the town of Rimmerdale is shaken to its core. Was the attack a random act of violence, or was there something more devious behind the crime? On the path to solving the mystery, Arnie and his friends jump from one fiery encounter to the next. Fathers and sons, students and teachers, classmates, friends, and rivalries all come together in the most lewd and obscene ways in this explosive fifteen-chapter tale!

Carnality, twists, and turns can be expected throughout in this taboo series told across five volumes that parody the popular, similarly named CW series!

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The sun hadn’t yet risen over Rimmerdale, but Arnie Andrews was wide-awake. For the third time in the past hour, he checked his phone; it was 4:49 a.m. on Monday morning and it did not appear that he would enjoy any additional sleep. Looking down to the floor, where Lughead was sleeping, Arnie found that his classmate wasn’t suffering from the same restlessness. M.P. Jones asked Frank Andrews to watch over Lughead for a few days. Though the father didn’t elaborate, M.P. said he was worried about the recent attacks by the Eastside Snakes. Arnie liked having Lughead near because they shared everything with each other without any judgment. The two spent most of the weekend trying to determine who would have sent the thumb drive to Arnie and what they wanted. The two budding sleuths also attempted to find information on Mr. Fluteweed, but they didn’t turn up a lick of data on the suddenly mysterious new Rimmerdale High teacher. Throughout the weekend, Arnie could tell something was weighing on Lughead. The quarterback didn’t want to push it, but it gnawed at him more as the days progressed.

“Mmmm… wha’ time is it?” Lughead mumbled.

“Almost five,” Arnie answered.

“Wow. I slept in.”

“Is everything okay, Lug?”


Arnie moved onto to the edge of the bed to look at his friend, turning on his nightstand light. “Something’s been bugging you since you got here.”

Folding his arms across his face, Lughead sighed. He admitted what happened between him and M.P. a few nights before. Until now, Lughead had only been together with Betsy. As far as Arnie was concerned, his best buddy would be a one-woman guy for the rest of his life. The two young men had been friends for years, and picturing Lughead as a sexual being didn’t come easy for Arnie. That is, until the story went on, growing more graphic as it unfolded. What it felt like to have his father touch him in ways that Betsy wouldn’t. The smells, the tastes, the sounds, and the feelings of being intimate with the man who raised him. Lughead painted as clear a picture as possible for Arnie, and it was making the quarterback’s crotch restless. Arnie used his blanket to cover his swelling dick. Though he never admitted it to his friend, Arnie held a torch for M.P. for years.

“That’s… (gulp) not what I was expecting, Lug,” Arnie said.

“I’m not done,” Lughead admitted.

Trying to hide that he was fondling his cock, Arnie remained focused as Lughead described, in similar detail, the occurrence with Calvin and Al Cooper in the offices of the Rimmerdale Register. “Arnie, I never knew a blowjob could feel so good,” Lughead said of Calvin’s cocksucking talents. Arnie pulled his shorts down under his blanket and stroked his cock, unsure if he could take much more of his friend’s story. Then Lughead told him about the Eastside Snakes orgy in which he and his father found themselves in the middle. Being tied to a chair while Bangs and others rode him hard, watching his father get gang banged, and getting sucked off by sexually adventurous Snakes. When Lughead wasn’t looking, Arnie fed himself the precum that leaked onto his fingers. Arnie could tell Lughead was trying to hide the fact his dick was hard, but the quarterback was onto his friend. It was impossible for Arnie to resist any longer. He pulled his blankets off, exposing the grip he had on his crimson red eleven-inch shaft.

“Come up here,” Arnie said, scooting over on the bed to make room for Lughead.

“Arnie… I don’t know if—“

“It’ll be okay, Lug,” Arnie replied. “I promise. Just come up here.”

Lughead stepped out of his shorts and got into his best friend’s bed. Both laid shoulder-to-shoulder, naked and hard. The two young men looked into each other’s eyes as they stroked their dicks measuredly. Arnie contemplated turning his friend on his stomach to take his virgin hole, but he could see that Lughead was apprehensive about being in bed. Still, Arnie knew he had to touch his friend. Arnie moved his hand along his own massive chest, playing with his nipples as they jacked themselves off. Admiring Lughead’s heaving chest, Arnie then ran his hand across it slowly before letting it travel down Lughead’s stomach. Arnie gave his friend a nod, letting him know it would be okay. He received a nod in return.  Lughead removed his hand from his shaft, causing the hard meat to bob back and forth, waiting to be clutched again. Using the tips of his fingers, Arnie teased the head. A gasp of pleasure shot from Lughead’s mouth. Grasping Lughead’s hard cock, Arnie began stroking his friend. Without looking for approval, Lughead returned the favor.

Jacking each other off at a faster pace, the two sat up in bed and shared a quick smile, as though to say, “Why the hell haven’t we tried this before?” Arnie leaned toward his buddy to plant a small kiss on Lughead’s lips. A tongue pressed against the quarterback’s lips, directing Arnie to open his mouth so their tongues could wrestle against each other. Lughead’s left leg moved over Arnie’s right, their movement was causing the bed to creak. Reaching over, Arnie grabbed his best friend’s pec with considerable force while they devoured one another’s faces.

“You’re making me so fucking hot, Lug,” Arnie whispered. “I’m… mmmm… gonna cum!”

Moving back against his headboard, Arnie laid flat as bursts of semen splattered across his abs and chest. His mouth was opened wide during the entire blissful climax, enabling him to catch some of the salty droplets on his tongue. Lughead took his cum-covered hand from Arnie’s rod and brought it to his friend’s mouth, only to watch the juices hungrily devoured. Arnie began pumping Lughead’s dick again.

“Tell me when you’re close,” Arnie grunted, still licking the semen from his lips.

Not much time passed before Lughead was squirming on Arnie’s bed and kicking the blankets to the floor. “Oh… oh fuck… God, I’m close, Arn!” Arnie leaped over his friend and got between his legs to take Lughead’s cock in his mouth. Moments later, and plenty of struggling to stay in one place, Lughead’s balls exploded down Arnie’s welcoming throat. The quarterback’s mouth had a firm grip on the wet shaft, and he took his time to milk the remaining jism from the tip.

“You taste good, Lug,” Arnie smiled. “I couldn’t resist.”

Scooting up in bed quickly, Lughead stepped off and put his shorts back on. “Ummm… thanks. That was… it was good. Or great, I mean.”

“You okay?” Arnie asked.

“Yeah,” Lughead said. “I just wasn’t expecting to have my lifelong friend go down on me this morning.”

“Did you hate it?” Arnie asked.

“No,” Lughead said. “It’s just—“

“Don’t worry about it, Lug,” Arnie said. “Seriously. Let’s get ready for school.” Arnie was adept at steering the conversation from something uncomfortable in a hurry. As though nothing had happened, the two friends got ready, ate oatmeal and fruit for breakfast with Frank, and left for school. Not a word was spoken about their early morning tryst.

As soon as he reached campus, Arnie made a beeline to Mr. Fluteweed’s class, only to find that the new instructor had called out sick for “an indeterminate amount of time,” according to the substitute music instructor.

“He’s coming back though?” Arnie asked.

“I assume so,” Mrs. Bailey responded.

Was Mr. Fluteweed in on this, Arnie wondered? Or had he received a similar video and was now afraid to return to Rimmerdale High? He checked his phone to text Lughead, but the battery was dead. He knew he’d have to wait for lunch since the two didn’t have any classes together until the afternoon. Arnie headed to his Latin class, frustrated that the morning would feel excruciatingly long.

After three long hours, Arnie met Veronique, Betsy, and Lughead for lunch, but he didn’t want to come out and say he was distressed about Mr. Fluteweed being absent. Speaking casually, Arnie explained to the group that he planned to perform at the post-game concert on Friday.  The girls, who were part of the concert committee, got right back to giddily discussing last minute details about the show. “I was going to speak to Mr. Fluteweed again today, but I guess he’s going to be out for a while,” Arnie said. Betsy and Veronique only half-listened, but the proper amount of concern crossed Lughead’s face. Arnie returned a helpless expression to his best friend.

“Something wrong with your phone?” asked Lughead, changing the subject.

“Dead,” Arnie said. “I forgot to charge it before we left this morning. What’s up?”

“I thought we could go over the rest of that assignment we discussed this morning,” Lughead said, moving his foot up Arnie’s leg. “What do you think?”

Arnie looked at the clock and said, “We have fifteen minutes before class. You guys mind if Lughead and I head out early.”

“Nope,” Veronique said, “I’ll see you for dinner tonight. I know it’s a pain, but can you wear a jacket. Efrem Lodge’s rules, not mine.”

“Sure,” Arnie replied. “I’ll see you at seven.”

The two kissed their girlfriends before racing across campus. Arnie led the way to a mostly vacant restroom where he’s had a few sexual run-ins with teammates. They went straight to the accessible stall at the rear of the facility. Once they entered, they immediately started making out, and Lughead hurried to unbuckle Arnie’s belt.

“I couldn’t get you out of my mind today,” Lughead said, yanking his friend’s pants down all the way.

“Me too,” Arnie replied.

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About the Author:

JV Author PhotoJohn Valjean has been writing erotica since the turn of the century, beginning with early work on the Nifty Erotic Stories Archive. In 2014, John created the Family Fun Times Tumblr blog where he shared twisted fantasies about male family members who found creative and raunchy ways to spend their time. In 2017, at the request of his husband, John began self-publishing erotica on Smashwords, beginning with “A Night in the Drunk Tank With Dad,” “My Camping Trip With Dad,” and “The Masterson Men.” By the end of 2018, John began publishing erotica stories full-time, working on salty fictional tales of men yearning to be with other men, and occasionally expanding beyond the familial fare. When he’s not writing, John enjoys reading, going to movies, binging TV series, cooking, and baking, and spending time with family and friends.

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