Hi everyone– Unless you’ve read Volley Balls you haven’t seen this excerpt, so here is something new for your enjoyment. (It is adult and male/male so don’t go on if that’s not your thing.) Volley Balls has been a top seller at Amazon on the Gay Romance list. It’s also available at ARe and other resellers.Etopia Press Amazon ARe
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Rodney began slapping on the white body makeup, managing David’s equipment a little roughly. “So where have you been, Mr. Mysterious? I went by the gallery today and you weren’t there. Jim-Jim said you had gone up the coast for some reason.”
Oh, he was going to get hell for this from his friend. “I went to Huntington Beach.”
Rodney paused in the midst of manhandling David’s balls. “Why on earth would you go there? You’ve developed an affection for drunken surfers?”
David looked off into space. “No-o-o, I, uh, went to the, uh, volleyball tournament.”
Rodney stopped dead. “What in the everlasting hell possessed you? Oh no, do not tell me you went to see those Neanderthals play? I thought you were attending AA—alphas anonymous. You simply have to get over this affliction. Dear God, you could have been hurt or killed. What were you thinking?”
A soft voice responded. “He was thinking that there was a Neanderthal in Huntington Beach who was desperate to see him, and he decided to be compassionate and throw the bloke a bone. “
David turned.
Gareth leaned against the doorjamb.
David stared. Dear God, the man was so beautiful. Even out of his trunks, dressed in jeans and a blue polo shirt, he looked like a god. The deep brown hair curled around his face and onto his neck. Gareth should be walking out on the stage as Michelangelo’s David instead of him.
He promptly hardened.
“Whoa, baby!” Rodney stared up at David, his hands raised in surrender. “I may be gay, but I am unprepared to deal with my BFF’s hard-on.”
“I’m happy to deal with it.” Gareth pushed off from the door and crossed to Rodney and David. He took the makeup can from Rodney’s hand. “May I?”
Rodney scuttled away. “Be my guest, by all means.”
Gareth knelt in front of David and scooped some of the thick white paste in his hand. He began to spread it on David’s belly and thighs. By now, his cock was rock hard and beginning to throb.
Rodney’s hands went back to his hips. “Okay, you two. Clearly, privacy is required. But let me warn you. This is a family show more or less, and if that thing is sticking up while he’s on stage, there will be hell to pay. So do something about it, understand?”
Gareth looked up into David’s eyes. “It will be my pleasure, mate.”
David heard the snick of the door closing and he knew Rodney would be standing guard. His friend might think David was crazy, but Rodney was a sucker for love. “They’ll be calling me soon.”
“Then I better work fast.” Gareth took more white makeup and reached around David to apply it to his ass. This move brought his mouth within inches of David’s cock. Warm breath was a killer. The big hands spread the makeup over the cheeks and then dipped between. “Wouldn’t want the audience to see any skin in here, would we, mate?” His fingers delved all the way to David’s pulsing hole and played around the rim until David’s knees were shaking. How could he walk on stage when he couldn’t walk at all?
The makeup now covered his whole body except his face and one hugely swollen appendage. Gareth stared at it. “Guess it’s up to me to get rid of this thing, right?” He pulled a condom from his hip pocket and rolled it onto David, then, in one move, swallowed that aching cock deep into his mouth. David’s knees did give out, and he grabbed for the makeup table nearby until it was holding him upright on the strength of his arms and his will.
Gareth gave no quarter. He sucked and swallowed until David’s vision was black and his hips jerked mindlessly into that hot, wet hole in the universe. Oh God, it was so wonderful.
“Shit, oh shit, Gareth.” And he exploded into the condom in the other man’s mouth, pump after pump of cum spurting from his cock. Gareth kept sucking. Some part of David’s brain was amazed. Phil hadn’t liked to suck David. He always wanted it the other way ’round.
When David finally opened his eyes, he was staring into Gareth’s crystal blue ones. Lovingly, the man caressed David’s nape and kissed him.
It was a simple meeting of lips. They’d call him any second, so no time. But that sweet soft pressure held more feeling than David had experienced in a year with Phil. In a lifetime of bad choices in men. The Aussie was big and hunky, but sweet, so sweet, and David never wanted to lose the taste of those gentle lips. Gareth pulled back, moisture glistening in his crystalline eyes. He gazed at David for a moment, then began to apply the makeup to his face and neck. “Next time, love, after I show you my tests and see yours, I want to swallow you down with no latex. Sound good?”
Oh, sweet Jesus. “Yes, sounds wonderful. Good thing I don’t have a speaking part tonight, cause I’d never make it.”
Gareth laughed as he finished David’s neck. Then he knelt again and spread makeup onto a very relaxed cock. “This is more like what your mate had in mind, I think?”
The call box squawked. “David to the set, please.”
Gareth stood and grabbed a towel from the makeup table to wipe his hands. “You go be beautiful, love. Know I’m watching you and thinking you far exceed the perfection of the original. And think too about all the time we’re going to spend with our cocks in each other’s asses tonight.”
David could hardly draw breath. “I thought you didn’t want me to get hard on stage?”
The Aussie laughed. “Oh yeah, forgot. Okay, wait ‘til you come off stage, and then I’ll remind you. Now, get up there, gorgeous.” And he slapped a hand on David’s buttock.
It was the first performance of the Pageant of the Masters in which the statue of David featured a perfect hand print on his ass.