The Born to Stand Out Toy Gear Guide

In my most recent novel, Born to Stand Out, UNICORN PLAY is featured! What's unicorn play? Pony play with a lot more rainbows and glitter! Oh, and a horn.

Since my last pony play story—which was almost a decade ago—a lot has changed in the world of pony play gear! I was amazed at how many awesome items were available, some of course, thanks to many cosplayers and folks who create items with them in mind, as well.

I know some of you might not be as familiar with the tack and gear that Matt wears, so here's a few photos from my research that helped develop the story. Remember, his might not be exactly like the images shown, but they helped guide what I was envisioning.

I wish I could share an image of the plug with a shaft in it with room for anal sex WHILE wearing it. Mr-S-Leather out of San Francisco had one on their site way back when (and I included it in another BDSM story I wrote years ago...) but they don't seem to have it, nor can I find one exactly like it. It DID exist (without a pony tail) at some point in history, though.

I will also add that I'm just a writer, sharing a little bit of her research. I am NOT an expert on pony play by any means. If you're interested in learning more about the pony play community, I suggest you start at this site: https://www.cpony.com/home/

The Boots

via Furry Fantasy

The Gloves

via Fetish-Pets-Store

The Bridle

via Leder Gummi Studio

The Harness

via Porthos Stable

The Mask

via Etsy

The Plug

Via Dallas Novelty

Sunday Spotlight - AJ Llewelyn and Just a Gigolo

Welcome AJ Llewelyn back to Sunday Spotlight. She's here to share a piece of her new release - Just a Gigolo (Bought and Sold, Book One)

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What's a guy to do when he's just a gigolo?

Ricky Marcel's been in LA for eleven months, struggling to prove his dad back home in Bourbon, Kansas, wrong. Very wrong. Ricky has the chops to make it as an actor. He proves it every day, charming not only his customers at the restaurant where he works, but also the numerous casting agents he sees for auditions.

When he's called in to read for a super-secret series, Ricky's stunned to find he's on the fast track to a fake reality show about gay gigolos. He's been in the closet so long he has no clue where the key is located. But the fancy Bel Air pad that comes with his job, not to mention the money, influence him to go for it.

Then there's Drake Hardy, a mysterious figure who is not only incredibly sexy, but the show's producer. The attraction between the two men is immediate. Yet Ricky becomes frightened when he learns that Drake is a Dom. Can Ricky not only be a whore on TV, but Drake's personal sex slave as well?

Purchase Link: https://www.extasybooks.com/978-1-4874-2439-8-just-a-gigolo/

Excerpt:

…This time, Drake didn’t stop him. He didn’t push him back as though he were an over-eager puppy. He took all the desire and the swampy, dark lust Ricky had harbored, kept dormant. He took it and gave it back to him, unzipping Ricky’s top. He took it off, their hungry mouths meeting before the top was even over his head.

Ricky caught a glimpse of fire out of the corner of his eye. He wanted to look, but couldn’t. He was so worried this would stop. That Drake wouldn’t want him.

He had to touch him. Angels were on the balcony of his mental room somewhere because when he slid Drake’s jacket from his shoulders, he could feel the contained heat of the man’s body. He liked the silkiness of the shirt and the hard muscles beneath it.

“I lost my lover, too,” Drake said against his lips.”

Ricky went crazy then and almost ripped Drake’s shirt off.

“Easy, easy. Just undo them one at a time,” he rasped as Ricky almost tore off a button. “I’m not going anywhere.”

Ricky almost wept. Jimmy went away. The had loved each other, and their fucking, even their lovemaking, was always quick. They had to be quick. They took their sensual moments where they could.

This was a whole new world to him. Drake took his time, making sure Ricky was comfortable. He stripped Ricky naked, stroking his cock with an assured hand. He wouldn’t let Ricky finish undressing him, however.

He backed Ricky over to the bedside table with their tray of drinks. He held a lowball glass to Ricky’s mouth. Just that afternoon, Ricky had been taught the correct way to drink a cocktail, but right now, he couldn’t for the life of him remember how to do it…

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Special Saturday Spotlight - Frey Ortega and Picking Up the Pieces

Welcome Frey Ortega to a special Saturday Spotlight. He's here to share a bit from his new release, Picking Up the Pieces. 

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I'm Noah Linkletter, and I'm broken.

Shattered, really—and I've been trying my best to ignore my problems by chasing temporary highs wherever I can find them. I put my makeup on and dance my way through a club, and by night's end, I find a man who's willing to indulge in a little act of sin to help me forget the demons in my own head.

It only takes one moment for my entire world to turn upside down. I'm left bloody and beaten, but even through the haze I meet him.

Farid Hassan.

A man who is strong and intimidating yet calm and patient. A man who wants me, despite my demons. A man so wonderful, he's willing to help pick me up the pieces.

Maybe he'll succeed.

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Available for Kindle Unlimited

I turned my face up to the ceiling as he heaved and pressed against me from behind. A solid, hard body, brimming with virility. The scent of him was intoxicating, his cologne mixing with his sweat. He slid into me roughly, with full force. Covered by the loud music around us, the clapping of his body against mine was in time to the rhythm of the beat playing in the club.

He had one arm wrapped around my waist to draw me back toward him. His other hand grasped my neck firmly, not quite choking me, but making me wheeze every so often from the constriction.

I let out a soft, garbled cry, muffled only by my arm that I pressed against my lips. I bit down into the skin, making indents in my flesh from how harshly I was biting. 

There was no love here, no emotions. It was pure, carnal, bestial lust and attraction. I saw him from across the dance floor, his gaze met mine, and within ten minutes we’d found our way to a bathroom stall.

Some people are drawn to the casualness of it all. They enjoy the chase, and the pleasure, and the unsaid goodbyes as clothes are quickly put back on. It’s possible they might exchange numbers, when the fucking is good enough, in the hopes it might happen again. Others, like me, use it to fill a void, when the darkness gets to be a bit too much and the only way to stop it from closing in around me is with a distraction.

I revel in those moments of pure clarity when, for the briefest second, the only thing I am is a sheath for a cock—a hole to be used—and I can focus on the sensations of pleasure coursing through my body. They were like a drug to me, little jolts of pleasure-lightning emanating from my pelvis, throughout my core, all the way to my fingertips.

“Such a pretty boy.”

The man behind me was solid and warm and, from what I remember, he was attractive. Most importantly, his dick was rock hard as it slammed into me over and over with wild, reckless abandon. I could feel the steady slide of lube, and every so often he would lean back to dribble some saliva over where his cock met my hole and the lubrication would get nice and sticky again.

I gasped and smiled, feeling his fingers interlace with mine as he pushed our hands up to the walls of the bathroom stall. My knees buckled, and I bit down on my lower lip to keep from moaning too loudly. People outside the stall probably already knew what we were up to.
“You like that?” he whispered, his breath hot and tingly against my ear. I knew his words were just platitudes. He didn’t really care. Just like how our fingers were intertwined, I knew it was more an empty gesture than anything else. He wouldn’t be fucking me in a bathroom stall within the first ten minutes of meeting if he actually cared.

I didn’t mind. I knew what this was. I knew not to expect more. This was already enough.

“Yeah,” I replied, my voice a little higher than it usually was but muffled by my arm. I knew if I showed some form of pleasure, he would be a bit more enthusiastic. Maybe it would even be enough for him to start pleasuring me. 

His thrusts became as erratic as his breath started to hitch. 

“F-fuck,” he moaned. “Pretty boy has a really tight ass.”

Inwardly, I sighed. He was close. I could feel it in the way he gripped me tighter. Sure, this felt good—but I had hoped maybe he would reach around, perhaps give me a little bit of common courtesy.

It was too much to hope for in a restroom fuck, I supposed.

“Fuck!” he exclaimed.

Moments later, we shuffled out of the bathroom stall, his load firmly deposited in the condom that had been flushed down the drain. I was sore in all the right places but managed to stuff my erection down my pants.

We were both in front of the mirrors. Some of my makeup had smeared from the sweat, and I had a serious case of raccoon eyes now.

Life went on, as usual.

About the Author:

Frey Ortega writes erotic romance, primarily of the gay variety. He lives in what a friend affectionately calls “the south-easternmost part of Spain,” which is an archipelago called the Philippines. He’s a graduate of the Royal, Pontifical, and Catholic University in Manila, with a Bachelors of Science degree in Psychology. Primarily, he works as a writer, a novelist, sometimes a video game journalist, and overall a homebody who spends way too much time on the internet.

He loves writing about people, especially people of all different shapes, sizes and backgrounds, falling in love. You might also find him playing video games from time to time! His favorite ones are MMORPGs, and role-playing games in general (and not just the ones in the bedroom.)

Visit his website at: http://www.freyortegawrites.com/

New Release - New Neighbor (In Bed, 3) by Kelex

New Neighbor

(In Bed, 3)

by Kelex

Benjamin “Benji” McGill has always been the runt of the litter. Be it his family or his group of friends, he’s always felt like he was less than, flying under the radar. Unseen. 

The fifth wheel.

When Mac moves across the hall from him, he thinks he senses interest… but then, why would a big, buff ex-Marine be interested in him? But every time Benji runs into Mac, he can’t deny the electric tension between them.

Is it all in his head?

Throwing caution to the wind, he asks Mac out on a guys’ night with his group of friends. It’s a safe risk… and maybe he can see if the sparks he feels can turn into an all-out inferno.

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Excerpt:

“All that hard work… for nothing,” Benji muttered as he stared into the full-length mirror. Sighing, his stare washed over his reflection. He was just as scrawny as he’d ever been. For weeks, he’d been going to the gym obsessively, trying to add some bulk to his too-lean body. He’d increased his food intake and yet—nothing. His buddy Jesse had given him some bulking powders to add to his morning drinks, but all Benji still saw in the mirror was a ninety-pound weakling.

Of course, he wasn’t quite thatsmall, but some days it sure felt like it.

He gave himself another cursory glance, trapped within the swirling disappointment churning in his gut. At least he did see a tiny bit of definition here and there where it hadn’t been before. But when one didn’t have muscles in the first place, there wasn’t much of anything to define. 

Benji sighed, curling a bicep and eyeing the muscle… or lack thereof.

“Worthless.” 

After another long sigh, he drew on his track pants and a t-shirt, and then sat on the edge of the bed to pull on his running shoes. He wasn’t going to let the image in the mirror defeat him. Another trip to the gym was the only way to get the results he wanted. As he neared the front door of his apartment, he heard several deep voices on the landing. Peeking through the spyhole, he saw a few muscle-bound guys carrying boxes heading toward the empty apartment across the hall.

“There goes my quiet,” he murmured quietly. The small building only had two apartments per floor. He’d enjoyed nearly two months of peace having a floor to himself, especially after his rowdy neighbor had been kicked out. Now he’d have to share the floor again. Hopefully they’re not as bad as the last one.

Benji checked the guys out, inspecting each one and wondering which one it was. Both his and the other apartment were singles, so he doubted it was all of them. Better not be. Three big, buff guys—built exactly as he hoped he’d one day be—would make a lot of noise. 

A hint of jealousy filled him as he stared them over. Their biceps bulged, the sinew and flesh stretched tight. 

His gaze roamed over their firm bodies, feeling a little whisper of excitement.

A smile played across his lips as he observed every square inch…

All of them looked military. They had buzzed heads and one even wore camo pants and an army-green T-shirt. He was sure he saw the glint of dog tags in the low light of the hallway. All three of them were hot as hell…

Any one of them would be perfect eye candy.

Benji sighed again.

One of the guys turned suddenly, peering at his door—as if the man sensed Benji stood behind, watching. The guy’s light, golden stare narrowed, and Benji could only feel a tightening in his chest. The guy was gorgeous. Gorgeous. A pair of keys hung from his thick fingers under the box he carried… 

It’s him.

Benji’s heart fluttered a bit. He drew away from the door, feeling as if he’d been caught playing voyeur. He was perfectly in his right to check out his new neighbor, so Benji wasn’t sure why he felt so embarrassed. He reached for the knob, but paused.

Guess I can’t leave… not yet, anyway.He didn’t want to walk out and all but shout that he’d indeed been at the door snooping. 

Although, I don’t want to waittoo long. Ishouldsay hello to my new neighbor.

It wouldbe the neighborly thing to do.

Plus, it would give him a chance to ogle the guys a little more.

Benji stepped into the small kitchen and grabbed a glass before filling it from the water dispenser on the fridge. He took a sip, listening in as he heard the men go into the apartment. After washing another sip down his dry throat, he grabbed his gym bag and keys before opening the door.

The big guy who’d caught him was standing in the opposite doorway and spun to face him as soon as he stepped out into the hall.

“Hey,” the guy mumbled with a nod of his head.

“Hey,” Benji mumbled back, trying to give an equally cool nod of his head and sure he failed miserably. My gods, he’s gorgeous. “Ah, I gu-guess you’re my new neighbor?” What the fuck? I haven’t stuttered since middle school.Heat filled his face.

“I am,” the guy answered. He took a step forward and offered a hand. A largehand. “The name’s Mac.”

Benji looked down at the paw and knew it had to be twice the size of his own. And then he realized he was being unintentionally rude and shot his hand out, knocking into the big one and making a total fool of himself. “Sorry,” he mumbled before righting his hand and shaking. “Nice to m-meet you, Mac.”

“Nice to meet you…” he dragged the last word out, raising a brow.

Benji lifted his stare from that hand enveloping his to get caught in an amber stare that nearly took his breath away. His lips parted. His eyes widened. He felt a fluttering feeling in his gut.

He’s gorgeous.

“Ahhh… are you going to tell me your name?” Mac asked, frowning.

Benji looked back down, shame filling him as he saw he was still shaking Mac’s hand and hadn’t let go. I don’t wanna let go.

He could feel the heat in that touch. It seeped into him, molecule by molecule. Yet he let go. “Benji. Sorry. N-no. Not Benji. It’s Benjamin… my friends call me Benji… although it sounds like I’m a five-year-old kid… and I’m not… and I hate that nickname, but how do you tell your friends you hate it, you know? So I just let them… I guess…” Stop rambling. You sound like an idiot. He tried to relax, knowing full well he looked anything but relaxed.“Yeah.”

An odd smile crossed Mac’s lips. “How about just Ben? Does that work?”

Benji looked down, knowing his face had to be beet red. “Yeah.” He took a deep breath. “Ben works, too.”

“You lived here long, Ben?”

Benji loved the way Mac said his name. “Here?”

“Yeah, here,” Mac said, humor in his tone. 

Benji lifted his head and met those golden eyes. His stare drifted to the wide smile and barely remembered the question he’d just been asked. Did he just move a little closer?Oh god, he smells good.“I’ve lived here for a few months.”

“Another newbie to town, hmm?” Mac asked.

“Oh no, no… I went to Emory. Graduated a few years ago… I’ve lived in the area for nearly a decade now,” Benji answered. He looked up and saw a bit of confusion on Mac’s face. “I thought you meant the building… I’ve been here in the buildingfor a few months.”

“Ah,” Mac said. He grinned and took another half step closer. “I guess I know who to ask about the city, then.”

“Sure, sure,” Benji said, nodding his head. The walls of the hallway seemed to close in around them. All he could see was Mac, big and muscled and gorgeous and smelling amazing and that smile… 

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Coming 12 September 2018 - NEW NEIGHBOR (In Bed, 3) by Kelex

The third and final IN BED book, New Neighbor will be coming 

12 Sept 2018.  Check out Mac and Benji's story soon!

NEW RELEASE: Past Lovers (In Bed, 2) by Kelex

Past Lovers

In Bed, 2

Five years ago, best friends Adam and Clay spent a drunken night together. Adam slipped from the guy’s bed before Clay awakened—and when nothing was said in the light of day—he thought maybe the secret was safe.

Only Clay’s girlfriend had been in the room… and she used her knowledge to blackmail him into helping her hold on to Clay. Even if they were totally wrong for one another.

Unable to let Clay go, Adam agreed. And so started his hell on earth. Close to the man who becomes his obsession… and yet never close enough.

When Clay’s girlfriend finally leaves him for another man, Adam finds himself off the hook…

And wondering if Clay knew the truth, if he’d lose his chance with his obsession… andlose his best friend in the process.

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“God, you feel so fucking good,” Clay whispered beside his ear. “So… tight. I could fuck you all night.”

Clay’s deep, raspy voice did almost more to his desire than the cock in his ass. That deep, Southern accent, along with those strong hands gripping him tight… the feel of a man fucking him and using his body…

Of Clayfucking him and using his body…

His back arched and he came in a blast of emotion and sensation.

Adam’s eyes whipped open as he came, his hand sliding up and down his cock, milking every last drop. A roar came from his lips before he fell back into the twisted sheets.

Alone.

Awaking to another dream of his night with Clay four years before, his cock in his hand, milliseconds from coming. He stared up at the ceiling, gasping for air, and trying to figure out why the dreams had been coming more often.

The memories hadn’t all came back to him, not all at once. Slowly, over the months that followed, he’d remembered everything, his mind uncovering it all in pieces while he slept. Four years later, and he still dreamed of that night from time to time. Why he still obsessed over it years later, he wasn’t sure.

Adam hadn’t been able to stop thinking about it. How it had felt. How goodit had felt. How much he wanted to revisit that night and try it again. For a while, he’d even wondered if he was gay. He’d checked out a few dudes at the gym, and he’d felt absolutely nada, yet the dreams had persisted. The only face that slipped into his fantasies was his best friend’s.

He’d had a hard time going back to the way they’d been after that one night. For a long time, Adam had always made sure not to be alone with Clay—they hung out in a group or not at all. He hadn’t trusted himself to be alone with the man.

Over time, that had changed. He’d kept their little secret so long that it felt almost unreal. There were times he wondered if he’d fantasized the whole thing. Slowly, life had gotten back to normal… maybe not completely normal, but close.

They’d graduated… and they’d both ended up working for Adam’s dad. Day in and day out… they were as thick as thieves, just like always.

Even with Melanie in the picture.

Adam had been the dutiful best friend. He’d sung her praises, talking Clay into going back time and time again—hating himself with each word out of his mouth. And he’d watched her sink her claws deeper and deeper—all because he couldn’t let Clay know the truth.

COMING 22 August 2018 -- PAST LOVERS

Five years ago, best friends Adam and Clay spent a drunken night together. Adam slipped from the guy’s bed before Clay awakened—and when nothing was said in the light of day—he thought maybe the secret was safe.

Only Clay’s girlfriend had been in the room… and she used her knowledge to blackmail him into helping her hold on to Clay. Even if they were totally wrong for one another.

Unable to let Clay go, Adam agreed. And so started his hell on earth. Close to the man who becomes his obsession… and yet never close enough.

When Clay’s girlfriend finally leaves him for another man, Adam finds himself off the hook…

And wondering if Clay knew the truth, if he’d lose his chance with his obsession… and lose his best friend in the process.

Sunday Spotlight - Hayden West and Reconciliation *Special Saturday Edition*

Welcome Hayden West back to a special Saturday edition of Sunday Spotlight! 

Hayden's here to share a bit from their new military com-temporary gay romance, RECONCILIATION.

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Army Ranger Braxton Davidson hasn’t been home since he messed up his relationship with his best friend. However, this year he’s heading home for the holiday. And it’s inevitable that he will run into Travis…

Travis Saunders is in love with his best friend. Or is that ex-best friend? He wasn’t sure anymore as they’d a thing one night that Brax labeled a mistake. When he sees Brax again, will things be the same?

Will there be a chance for reconciliation?

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Chapter One

Somalia

The hot, arid breeze moved around him, not doing much in the way of offering relief. Braxton Davidson and his team were suffering through the Jilal, the harshest dry season of the year in this country. He hated it and longed to return to his ranch in Idaho and get some of the nice cold winter air it would have. Not here, not in December. Snow at home and where he was, equatorial heat.

That wasn’t the only thing that Idaho had that Somalia didn’t. Travis Saunders. He bit his lower lip and blinked away the blowing grit. He hated that he continually thought about Travis. Surely the man didn’t want to see him. Not with how he had left things between them.

He snorted. There wasn’t anything between them now. Hell, he’d been very blunt when he dropped that bombshell on Travis after their night together. He’d called it many things, a mistake, a one-time thing. But never once did he say what had truly been on his mind. That was his forever man. There wouldn’t be anyone else for him other than Travis.

Hell, I don’t even know if he’s single. He may have someone in his life now.

Red settled over his eyes, and he realized he didn’t need to think that way in regard to Travis. Especially not in this moment when he had other things requiring his attention and focus. He pushed away the memory of the blond-haired rancher who had at one time been his best friend.

They’d grown up on neighboring ranches. Their parents and sisters were also friends, so it was always a toss-up whose house they would be at. In middle school and high school, they’d played sports together, gone out on double dates with girls and even done prom together with their dates.

It wasn’t until he had come home from his first overseas tour that it had changed. He had woken to a very explicit dream of him and Travis together. His cock, hard and throbbing. As he’d been jacking off, Travis had walked into the room.

It wasn’t anything new for them to do that together, guys did. This time though as it was the man he had been dreaming about who’d come into the room, he’d been torn between finishing and trying to pretend it was normal or stopping and acting affronted.

When he spied the thick length of Travis’ uncut cock in his shorts, he held onto that image, shut his eyes and finished jacking off. That whole day was one he wouldn’t forget. They’d gone riding and when they were back for the barbeque dinner at his family’s house, both of them were trying to pretend everything was fine between them.

After the meal and once everyone had gone to bed, he’d been out in the gazebo, just hanging out with a beer. Travis showed up. It went from there to sex to him making his friend feel like the worst person in the world. He hadn’t been home since.

This was his fifth tour.

“Boondock. You’ve got company on your six.”

He didn’t move. Instead he sent up a quick prayer they wouldn’t see him. “How many?”

“I count four. Want me to light them up?”

“No. Let’s pray they walk right on by. We’re here for our tango. Not anyone else.”

“Roger that. Hold your breath. They’re just about on your ass.”

He knew he was well covered but did as suggested anyway. He wasn’t about to throw away a two-week stakeout because some locals were walking close to him. The crunch of their shoes on the dirt rang next to him, and he narrowed his eyes, keeping the maximum of swirling dirt out.

After a few tense moments they had moved on and he was again by himself out in the middle of the damn desert while his team watched his back. It wasn’t easy, this job of his, but he loved it and wouldn’t change it for the world.

After another two hours of barely moving, Shareed was in view. Moments later the man collapsed to the ground, the well-placed bullet ending his life before anyone knew what had happened. As his bodyguards scrambled to find the shooter, Boondock and his team were humping to their exfil.

In the belly of the helo, he accepted the offered water bottle and drank it down with gratitude. Meeting the gazes of his men, he smiled. “Mission well done, ladies. Let’s get the fuck out of here and see if we can’t make it home for Christmas.”

“Fuck yeah,” Lance Unders hollered, whooping it up with his deep Texas drawl.

He stretched out his legs as the men laughed and joked.

“What about you, Boondock? Special plans for the holiday? Hot woman to find?”

He smiled. “Just heading home to the ranch. See my folks and my sister.”

“Sounds almost like it belongs on a Hallmark card, sir. Almost.”

He laughed. “And here I was thinking a coffee commercial.”

“Either way, sir. I hope you have a great holiday.”

Yeah, so did he.

On the carrier they were stopping off at on their trek back, he called his sister to let her know he was coming.

“It will be so good to see you, Brax.”

“Thanks, Carrie. Don’t tell mom and dad. I want to surprise them.”

“Got it. Anything special I can have in the house waiting for you when you get here?”

“Nope, anything that doesn’t come out of a pouch or have sand in it will be just fine for me.”

“Call me when you land. I can come get you if you’d like.”

“I’ll do that. Gotta run. See you soon. Love you.”

“Love you too.” She hung up the phone but not before he heard the tears in her voice.

For a moment he debated calling Travis. What was the point? He’d surely run into him in town once he was back. Then he could apologize for the ass he’d been.

#FlashbackFriday HUDDLE, Men's Football League, 1

Flashback Friday

Huddle

Men's League, 1

Arrogant quarterback Aiden Summers thinks he’s God’s gift to football. When he’s not drafted, he and the country are shocked, but his cocky attitude barely wavers. Another offer to play ball, in a lesser league, is the best he can find to get paid to play—at least until the next season of big league ball inevitably comes knocking. Arena football team owner Bailey Thompson is retired from the big game himself, but the love of play kept him inside the business. He sees undrafted college player Aiden Summers as just what his fledgling team needs to sell more seats and raise the profile of the league itself. 

When the controlled Bailey meets with cocky Aiden, Bailey immediately knows the younger man needs a little dose of humility and where better to learn that on his knees, with the taste of the crop coming down on his flesh? Aiden’s not gay, but he can’t ignore the desire the rough caresses ignite, regardless if they’re from another man or not.

Can Bailey get Aiden to understand humility and service before it’s too late?

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Aiden stood at the cracked door, peeking in on a conversation he had no business peeking in on. If Nash’s plan worked, Aiden would land on the bench again, so he wasn’t completely out of the situation. 

He should leave, come back later. 

He couldn’t back away. 

Seeing Nash’s head bobbing above Bailey’s groin made Aiden’s cock harder than he’d ever imagine it could be. Aiden wasn’t gay, yet watching the two men get it on was the biggest turn-on he’d ever witnessed. He couldn’t see Bailey’s cock past the edge of the desk and he wanted to see it with a desperation that bordered on obsession. 

Thick and taut, his own cock screamed against the zipper of his jeans. Gripping himself through his jeans, he massaged himself, urging the length to grow even longer. It wasn’t enough, his touch lacking in every way. Aiden unbuttoned his pants and then lowered his zipper, pushing his briefs apart to let his shaft escape the close quarters. 

Palming his cock, he stroked himself as he watched the scene before him. Heat churned in his sac, the need to come spiraling through him with force. The need took his breath away. 

Bailey sliced his fingers through Nash’s hair, coaxing the man to take more of Bailey down his throat. The longer Aiden watched, he was fairly certain this wasn’t the two males’ first time in this position. There seemed to be a familiarity they shared, or Nash was very adept at sucking cock. 

Bailey began to moan louder, pumping his hips up into Nash’s mouth. Aiden quickened the pace over his own shaft, his hips moving in concert with Bailey’s. Seconds after Bailey cried out, Aiden came, shooting a thick load onto the carpet near the door—all while Nash swallowed Bailey’s load. 

As soon as it was over, Aiden was shaken. He quickly shoved his cock back into his pants and zipped them up as he heard the two men speak in low tones. 

His head spun as he rushed away from the door. He launched into the men’s room down the hall and washed his hands, cleaning off the remnants of his spunk. Aiden looked up into the mirror when he was done, still shocked he’d responded as he had. 

He wasn’t gay. 

He... wasn’t.

Special Saturday Spotlight - Adam Charles and His Chance

Welcome Adam Charles back to Spotlight - he's here to share a peek at his new release, His Chance, the first book in the new series, Taking a Chance.

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Alex has loved his best friend Robbie’s brother, Chance, for almost a year. He wants to do something about it, but he always feared saying or doing anything would hurt his relationship with Robbie. So when Robbie says Chance has a crush on him, Alex begins to hope. Will he be able to tell Chance how he really feels, or will he let this opportunity slip through his fingers?

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Alex shoved his hands into his pockets as he made his way across the parking lot to his apartment building. He pulled his keys out as he reached the stairs and glanced up at the sound of voices.

And he looked right into the most perfect eyes he’d ever seen.

Chance smiled at him before glancing down shyly. “Hey, Alex,” he said as he moved down the stairs past him.

“Hi, Chance.” He started to step toward Chance but stopped and drew his gaze away. His best friend and roommate Robbie was bouncing down the stairs after his little brother, grinning at Alex. “Hey, man. We’re gonna go grab some pizza? Wanna come?”

I’d love to, but all I’ll be able to do is stare at your baby brother and get tongue tied.“I already grabbed something earlier. You guys go ahead. I’m just gonna turn in early.”

Robbie shrugged. “Okay. See ya later.”

“Yeah, see ya.” They began to walk away, and before he could stop himself, he added, “Bye, Chance.”

“Bye,” he called over his shoulder without really looking back at Alex.

Alex watched a minute longer before rushing upstairs, feeling anxious.

And dirty.

Chance was no kid—he was a junior in college—but Robbie definitely looked out for Chance and sheltered him at times. Alex felt his face grow hot as his mind filled with thoughts of being with Chance, both of them naked and breathless.

His throat tightened as well. It was so much more than wanting to fuck Chance. Alex wanted the younger man there with him every single day. He wanted them to do everything together, to make plans for the future together.

He wanted Chance in his life because he was in love with him.

Alex wasn’t even sure exactly when it had happened. He and Robbie had graduated from college three years ago, just a few months before Chance had started. Once the fall semester came, they’d shown Chance around and hung out with him. Alex had liked him right away and gotten used to having him around, and somehow, it had just happened.

Alex wouldn’t have believed you could fall in love without having ever even touched someone, but he had. And he had fallen hard. Far harder than he’d ever expected to. He closed his eyes as he undressed, and the entire time, he thought of Chance. He thought of his laughter and his smile. He sighed as he thought about the way Chance always played with the seam on his jeans when they watched movies or TV together. Sometimes, Alex longed to reach over and still his hand and then simply hold it. He wanted to know how soft Chance’s skin was, how strong Chance’s grip was.

Alex grasped his throbbing cock and moaned. Thinking of Chance always got him close to the edge. At times, that was a problem, but right now, he could indulge those feelings and find a measure of release.

Alex turned on the shower and got under the spray. He leaned back against the wall as he pictured Chance on his knees under the cascade of water, his mouth open and his tongue coming out to swipe over Alex’s cock.

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