A HARD MAN IS GOOD TO FIND: A GAY EROTIC NOVELETTE
by
Nathan J. Morissey
SMASHWORDS EDITION
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A Hard Man is Good to Find: A Gay Erotic Novelette
Copyright © 2010 by Nathan J. Morissey
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Please note that these stories contain explicit erotic and sexual content. Mature readers only. Reader discretion is advised.
Please further note that all characters depicted are of legal adult age (at least 21 or older).
Contact: nathanjmorrisey@hotmail.com
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Foreword
Dear Loyal Readers,
In this collection, you will meet Brett Connors, a sexy young 25 year-old brunette stud, and you will follow him through one day in his life as he embarks on a series of gay adventures with lots of hot men, including a beefy construction worker, a hot cop ex-boyfriend in uniform, and a fellow personal trainer.
I hope you enjoy it.
And, as usual, if you’d like to contact me, please email me at nathanjmorissey@hotmail.com.
Please type “Fan Mail” in the subject heading. I always love to hear from readers.
Anyway, let’s get aroused!
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Chapter 1 – The Construction Worker
My name is Brett Connors. I’m 25, 6’1, 200 lbs. I have a muscular build, short spiky brown hair, Caribbean-clear green eyes, and am an avid swimmer. I act very straight and very masculine, and always pass for straight, unless I tell people otherwise.
I know what you’re thinking. You’re thinking that someone who looks like me couldn’t possibly be gay. Well, that just goes to show that appearances can be very deceiving. I know I am every straight girl’s wet dream, but I would much rather be every gay man’s wet dream. Especially because I happen to like men myself. I didn’t choose it that way. When I was going through puberty in high school, I was startled that all the hot cheerleaders aroused the hell out of my fellow swim team members, but did nothing for me. Instead, I was eyeing my fellow swim team members. Smooth, tanned, muscular, matted head, beautiful eyes, scruffy and freshly-shaved faces, a little golden leg hair – I was eyeing them in the pool and in the change room. Couldn’t help it. Genetics determines what we like. Anyway, I’m off-topic.
I live in a big metropolis, but I can’t tell you which one it is. Let’s just say that it is a giant city and because of that, has all the amenities anyone could want. Especially the amenities known as gay men. There are hordes of them here, in fact.
Follow me as I go on a series of adventures with devastatingly gorgeous gay men, men that you would never suspect as gay. Again, appearances can be very deceiving.
What I am about to tell you happened to me one day, one very horny day. It was cloudy and a little humid, just the perfect kind of weather for naughty sexual encounters. I was walking down the street on the way to the mall when I saw him. He was a tanned blonde dude with a muscular build. In his tight, barely-visible muscle shirt (I could only see the straps), he looked like a typical gym rat. Except that he was wearing a construction worker’s uniform over his muscle shirt. The guy was shouting at his fellow workers.
“Hurry up,” he was yelling. “These blocks don’t move themselves.”
With his deep authoritative voice, he was very attractive. He sounded like a manly man. I strolled past him, and he gave me a funny look. A look of interest. He stared at me with his clear blue eyes. Was he flirting with me with his eyes? I couldn’t tell.
I wanted to stop and watch this masculine guy boss his employees around, but I knew I couldn’t do it without looking like a stalker. I desperately wracked my brain, but couldn’t come up with any valid excuse. He caught me looking at him, and kept right on staring at me. I shifted uncomfortably.
When it became clear that I was officially a stalker, I started to walk away.
“Wait!” the guy said.
I turned around, my heart pounding. The guy picked up something from the ground. He handed it to me. It was a wallet.
“Is this your wallet?” he asked.
I looked at it. It was not. My hands reached for my pocket. My wallet was there, safe and sound.
I was about to shake my head, when I realized that I needed a good icebreaker. So, I nodded. “Yes, yes it is. Thank you,” I said, taking it. “I can’t believe I’m so careless.”
“That’s OK,” he said, giving me this cute little grin.
Then, I thought of the perfect way to continue our little exchange. “Are you going on break soon? Let me buy you a coffee to thank you for retrieving my wallet.”
He nodded, looking excited. “OK,” he exclaimed. Then, he turned around. “I’m going on a break,” he yelled at his employees. “I’ll be back whenever the hell I feel like it.”
God, his power turned me on. In fact, I felt my cock starting to stir. I hope it wasn’t yet a big lump in my crotch. I was wearing tight jeans and the bulge would certainly be visible. How embarrassing.
As he was yelling at his subordinates, I took some time to study this man. Nice little blonde stubble on his chin and side, big man shoulders and chest, golden tanned hairs sticking up on his arm. Yum, I thought. He looked a little older than me, like 31 or so. That was so hot. I loved slightly older men. Maybe even daddy types. Before you start psychoanalyzing me, I do not have issues or a complex. I just think older men are sexy. They’re more mature, and rugged.
H. O.T.
Anyway, he turned back to me, and smiled. “I think this little café in the mall.” He pointed at the mall. “Let’s go.”
He reached out a hand. “Sorry, I should have introduced myself. I’m Lucas, but you can call me Luke.”
I grabbed his hand, and felt the warmth of his skin. The day was so cold, but his touch was so warm. It heated up my skin right away.