eXcessively pleasurable fiction
from the sweet to the forbidden
eXcessica
anthology
gay male
Length: Novel
Heat Level: eXcess 3
Price: $4.99
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Warnings: This title contains graphic language, m/m and anal sex.
Nothing is as complicated as attempting an ongoing sexual relationship of one man with another—the uncertainties, suspicions, jealousies and misunderstandings that arise are legion. This anthology of ten stories sets forth an assessment and examination of the complexity of the male-male relationship—the difficulty in committing, accepting, and remaining constant, in an environment that cannot, as yet, find legal foundation almost anywhere. Sometimes these encounters are the frustrating, ships-passing-in-the-night sort, ending in bittersweet sadness for opportunities lost, intentions misunderstood, loyalty sorely tested—but in these stories, there also are messages of love redeemed and commitments made and honored.
EXCERPT:
When we came back up the lawn from the lake, I instinctively turned toward the cottage when Terry did, although we hadn’t spoken more than a couple of words with each other, and that had been on the drive when he told me what he had to do with the ashes.
Tears were streaming down Terry’s face when we entered the cottage, and I just guided him back to the bedroom and we sat there together on the edge of the bed. At first it was just a comradely hug, a shared grieving for the tragedy of Luke’s life. But, without realizing it, I found myself trying to kiss away the tears in Terry’s eyes. And then he lifted his face toward me. I could see that he seemed to be in a daze. I could have guessed why it happened as it did.
When he looked into my eyes, his face seemed to brighten, and he gave me a dazzling smile. Then we couldn’t get enough of each other. We were hugging and kissing and tearing at each other’s clothes. He was arched back on the bed, and I was kissing his nipples and working my way down across his stomach and possessing his manhood with my mouth.
Terry was on his belly on the bed, his hands grasping the rods of the headboard and his rounded butt cheeks rising off the bed, offering themselves to me, when I wedged his thighs between my knees and entered him strongly. We moaned and sighed in harmony as we fucked in a rhythm that seemed so natural, that seemed like we had done this for years. And we rode on and on, me trawling deeper, holding longer, pulling farther out and then digging deeper, as Terry cried out in ecstasy at the taking. He cried out for me again when I pulled half out of him and grasped the root of my cock and twisted it around inside him—just as Luke had cried out when I’d done this to him. So I continued doing it. I set a pattern to the fuck that was so familiar in my lovemaking with Luke that I was transported back to a happier time. I had no idea it was also familiar to Terry.
And then at the point of my ejaculation, Terry threw his head back and cried out in the deepest passion. “Oh, Yes! . . . Luke!”
I should have known. He was on pills. He’d told me he was—that he’d had to do so to get through this last ordeal with the consignment of Luke’s ashes. I should have known that in his state he would mistake me for Luke.
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A fantastically romantic book.