Today's six (my very first) comes from my Etopia Press release Sparks Fly, due out this Friday. In the story, all the women have died and some of the remaining men turn to their fellows for the sexual contact they so desperately crave. Eduardo, who's one of my heroes, is one of those men. At first, anyway.
"The lips wrapped around him didn’t loosen, but followed him down, suckling him until every drop had been drawn from his twitching dick and he had to forcefully pull himself out. When Eduardo opened eyes he didn’t in all truth remember closing, what’s-his-name was staring at him, a very self-satisfied look on his face as he licked his lips, presumably to lap up any remnants of Eduardo’s seed.
For one delirium-fueled second, he thought he saw a flash of silver in the twink’s eyes, but a second later he was sure he’d imagined it. After all, people’s eyes didn’t just change color and change back, right?
Eduardo struggled to his feet, disgust washing over him as it always did after one of these sessions. He tucked himself back into his pants and readjusted his suit jacket."
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