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The below story is the first sex scene from the first ever novel I published way back in 2019 called "Once Upon a Time in the Closet"
(Excuse any grammar and spelling mistakes in it - I was still learning back then. I like to think I've gotten a bit better since that first attempt haha)
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Get Wet: A College Experience (Paperback) Shower: Get Wet Volume 1 Shower Club: Get Wet Volume 2 Breaking Brad Two Weeks in Provence Once Upon a Time in the Closet Bathhouse Brian Clearwater (Coming soon - Dec 24 / Jan 25) 19/46: A MM Age Gap Romance (Coming in 25)
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Pool Pleasures: Best Friends to Lovers --------------------------------------
The afternoon came and went. 8 pm. The ceiling fan in Marc's cottage spun on its highest setting, swirling the hot air around more than anything else. The ice-cold beer helped. We were not regular drinkers. When we did have a few beers, its effects could be felt rather fast. Sitting barefoot, legs crossed on the sofa, we shouted obscenities at each other. On the TV screen, the twenty-two digital FIFA players ran faster than we ever could. The Xbox gaming console's fan worked overtime, trying to cool its internals, while we battled each other. Marc scored once more and grinned. I wiped the sweat off my brow. I was tired of losing.
"Come on. Jeez, let's play something else. I am out of practice," I said.
"I'm dying of the heat. You keen for a dip in the pool rather?" Marc said.
"Sounds good. Do you have spare shorts for me to wear, for after? I can't sit around here in wet board shorts."
"What you worried about? Sit in your birthday suit. Punishment for being so shit at football. I promise to try not to laugh at how minuscule it is, so no worries." He laughed and picked up his phone. I knew he was only joking, but I got aroused at just the notion of Marc looking at me naked. "Hang on." He dialed and waited.
"No answer at the main house. Let's skinny dip. No wet cozzies to worry about." Marc left the lounge and disappeared into his bedroom.
"Umm... OK, cool. I haven't skinny-dipped in ages," I said. I was surprised by his suggestion. Normally he would just throw me a pair of his shorts to wear. I tried not to show too much enthusiasm for his idea. Internally, I was elated. There was a possibility that, after all these years, I might finally get to see Marc naked.
Marc returned with two towels. He threw one to me and I caught it.
He lifted his shirt and I felt my heartbeat increasing. An excited sensation bubbled in my gut. Even just the thought of catching a glimpse of Marc naked got me nervous. I needed to keep composed. His shirt popped off the top of his head. I looked out the corner of my eye, making sure not to be too obvious that I was checking him out. He dropped his shorts, revealing his blue and white checkered boxers. I never knew he was a boxer guy. That excited me even more. I nonchalantly started undressing, trying not to act too interested in his show, but desperately waiting for the main event.
He grabbed the towel and wrapped it around his waist before dropping his boxers from under it. Fuck. I followed suit. He threw the boxers onto the couch. My pair joined them shortly thereafter. We both stood in nothing but a towel, each looking at the other. It was a hot moment for me. If only that towel would fall to the ground.
"You ready?" Marc asked.
"Yep", I said. I was ready, alright. Ready to see him naked.
"Let's go."
The pool looked inviting. I dipped my foot in at the step. The water was in complete contrast to the evening air. After feeling how cold the water was, I was afraid Marc might say that we should rather go back inside. Bugger that. In order to maximize the potential of seeing him naked, I'll brave the cold. If I went in, he would follow.
I took the initiative. He had been too shy to show me his naked body. Maybe if I gave him a look at me he would reciprocate. I was interested to gauge his reaction, if any. I'm usually shy of my nakedness. But now, at least I had the cover of night, with just the moonlight to highlight my more important body parts. The beer buzz helped with the necessary confidence. I still felt very vulnerable. With my back to him, I dropped the towel and walked to the pool steps. He had plenty of opportunity to check out my bubble butt. Was he even interested in seeing all of me? If he was, I had to make the best of it. I stepped down onto the first step, the cold water engulfing my ankle. I hoped Marc was staring at my white, un-tanned ass.
If I was in his position, I would desperately want to see the front view. Gay or not, guys are naturally curious about how they stack up against each other. After reaching the third step, I turned around and faced him in all my naked glory, my limp penis still about a half a foot out of the water. I put my arms straight out to my sides and shouted, "Timber!" and fell back into the water. I wasn't sure if he looked. I couldn't make out his eyes in the dark. The moon was directly behind him. I hoped that he had. I would have been lit properly for him to get a good enough look. The thought of him being able to see me like that, was enough for a few solo jerk off sessions later, whether he liked what he saw or not.
"Get in! It's not that cold. Quite refreshing really," I said. My lie was exposed by my erratic breaths. The cold took my breath away and I was glad that he saw my cock before it inevitably shrunk.
"Here goes nothing," he said. He dropped the towel and it fell to the ground around his feet. I was unsure if I was shaking from the cold, or from the excitement of seeing Marc naked. Bit of both probably. Such a pity it was so dark. I still managed to get a peek in. The outline and dimensions only though. He had a nice sized limp cock on him. Only slightly bigger than mine, from what I could make out. It looked like he may have been circumcised, unlike myself. I did not get a good enough look to be completely sure. He stepped into the water. I was sure that he was looking directly at me watching his penis bob up and down with each step. I tried, unsuccessfully, to make it not too obvious where I was looking, while paddling around on my back, in the shallows. Once on the third step, he lowered himself forward into the water.
"Jeezuz, this is cold. Not too bad, my ass," he said. His breath quivered.
"Too fucking cold. My dick has almost disappeared already," I said. I made a joke out of it, trying to keep the atmosphere dick focused, just in case it might lead to something.
"Mine too. Let me see," he said. He felt his cock under the water with his dominant left hand. "Yep, it is really shriveled up. He is trying to take shelter in my balls."
We both burst out laughing. The beers had definitely helped Marc loosen up. He would never have done that under normal circumstances. Tonight he seemed different. I liked it. I took it as an invitation to feel my own cock.
"Yep. It's tiny. Let me see if I can get it to come out of its shell a little," I said. He smiled and I assume he was doing the same. His left arm moved under the water.
"I don't know about you, but I think there is something really great about wanking in water. It just feels good. I do it quite often when my sister's not here," he said.
My god. I couldn't believe that here we were jerking our cocks naked in the pool, talking about how great it was. His confidence was at an all-time high. I wondered when was the last time he had cum in this pool. The same pool I was in. The chlorine would have sorted that, but the thought was lovely regardless.
"Agreed. It is good. But then again, wanking anywhere is really great. It's my favorite pastime," I said.
"I love it."
"Can I ask you a personal question?" I tried my damndest to make sure the conversation continued in the direction it was going.
"I'll ask it first. How often do you jerk off?"
"Quite a bit," I said. That was exactly my question.
"No man, be specific."
Feeling a little self-conscious, I said, "At least once a day."
"Don't be modest. You jerk off more than once a day. Don't lie. I drop a load three to four times a day, if possible. But at least once in the morning and once in the evening," he said. He smiled, obviously enjoying the conversation. "Tell me the truth now. How many times?"
"Pretty much the same."
"I knew it."
The movement of his left arm created ripples of mini waves. It mirrored the ripples caused by what was going on with my right arm.
Our erect nipples were just above the surface and the water around our chests was generating larger ripples, as we worked our rods. My cock was defeating the cold and started to grow. Longer, thicker, warmer. I wished it was his that I was working, instead of mine. I felt like grabbing his dick under the water. Not that I would be that bold. I would need tons more alcohol for me to initiate that kind of contact. In my fantasy world, he would love it. In reality, it was that kind of boldness that, if he wasn't gay, would ruin a friendship for good.
"I love jerking off. It is the best thing ever. Apart from real sex, obviously," I said. Come on Marc. Ask me more. Say something.
"I just wish I could suck myself off. That would be the greatest," he said, "I'd never leave the house."
Oh my god.
"Ha! Yeah. I agree. Blowjobs are the fucking best," I said.
"Can I ask you another personal question?"
"Anything," I said. I didn't want to guess the question. I wanted him to ask it. I wanted to test his boundaries. I was shivering now more from excitement, than from the cold.
"Does Rebecca blow you at all?"
"Hardly ever," I said. It was the truth. "It is actually bullshit. You are quite lucky to be single, seriously. Women are full of shit most of the time. Especially when it comes to sex. When she does blow me, it is not that good anyway. I'll never turn one down, but she always makes it seem like it is a massive chore. And she never wants sex. Not like us guys, who would have sex all the time if we could. I mean, guys always want blowjobs. Always. It's never not a good time for one. Jeez, if I could get a blowjob right now I would say, yes please. But if she was standing where you are standing, she would tell me to grow up or some bullshit like that." I waited in anticipation of his reaction to that statement.
Marc paused, seeming to put some extra thought into what I had just said.
"Well, I read an article the other day. They say that women do not have the skill or know-how to give a great blowjob. They do good, but apparently, men give better head. Because we know how our cocks respond to shit," he said.
Jesus. He was taking this to places I never expected. Please don't stop. I wondered where he had read that. Was he browsing gay sites? Or was I reading too much into it? It is a common statement. But he specifically said he read it. My boldness grew along with my cock.
"I have also heard that before. I am sure it's true. Has to be. It makes perfect sense. And anyhow, in my eyes, a mouth is a mouth, I suppose. Male or female. It is the technique that matters. And a better technique equals a better blowjob."
"Exactly," he said.
The door was opening. The tiny speck of hope I had of ever being able to mess around with Marc, started to expand. No time to be modest now. Take it as far as you can. "Damn dude, if you think about it, the gays must have it so fucking good. They are always ready for sex with each other and are experts with the male body. They have had so much practice on themselves all their lives." I trembled and the water ripples echoed that. My lower jaw quivered. It was only partly from the cold. I was relishing having this kind of conversation with Marc.
"I agree. I am going to ask you something now and I want you to be honest with me. Have you ever had a gay experience in your life? Be completely honest, please," he asked.
What the fuck? I couldn't believe what he just asked. This was my chance. Probably my only chance. The question had been asked and he had to know that I would ask it right back once I answered. He had to expect that. This is what I had been waiting for. It was now or never. If my answer ruined our friendship, then so be it. But how could it? He asked me. He asked first and as my best mate, asked me to be honest with my answer. I knew that I would be.
"Yes, I have. Many years ago. It was more experimentation. Mainly masturbation. I would be lying if I said I didn't enjoy it... a little." Fuck, why did I feel the need to add "a little" to the end of that statement? Correct that now. "Not a little. I enjoyed it, period. How about you?" I said.
Done. I tried hard to keep a balance between just experimenting but also making sure he knew I found it an enjoyable experience. Just in case. If he said no, I could just reiterate it was experimentation. If he said yes, at least he knew I was potentially up for more. I waited in complete anticipation for what his answer was going to be.
"Yeah, I have... I also enjoyed it." Boom. Yeah, baby. That is exactly what I wanted to hear. I stroked my cock hard, thinking about it.
What he said next put a slight damper on my excitement. I got mixed signals.
"But that was also a long time ago. I was still in school." He probably added that to let me know that it was a once-off thing and it would never happen again. But he did say that he had enjoyed it. That was something. Maybe he had the same thought process as I did. Giving himself an out if need be. I hoped that was the case.
"Was it with anyone I know?" I said.
"No. And you?"
"Nope."
"Did you do more than just jerk off together? I assume you jerked each other off?" He said.
"Yeah, we jerked each other off. Unfortunately didn't do anything more than that. The way I'm feeling now, I wish I had asked him for a BJ," I said.
"You should have. Would you ever do something like that again with a guy?" he asked.
Wow. Was this really going somewhere? It was him who was continuing the line of questioning. He had the perfect place to stop it there if he wanted to, but he didn't. He was fishing. I was convinced. He wanted to know if I was gay. If I was ever going to spill the beans about my sexuality, this was the closest that I had ever come to it. I just wish I knew his motivations. Paranoia crept around inside me, threatening to take over. Did he just want to know for the hell of it? Would he get awkward and become more distant if I answered incorrectly in his eyes? Either that, or he was looking to experiment himself. Maybe he was bisexual? Curious? Definitely curious after all those questions. But was this just some normal drunk guy talk after a few beers? We had never gone down this road before. In my paranoid and pessimistic mind, I couldn't help but question his motives hard. Another guy might have pounced on him already, but I was not that confident, brave or stupid.
Whatever his motivations, I now had a raging hard-on. I was sure he had the same below the water line, inches from me. He had not stopped moving his arm throughout all this discussion. With all this jerking off and the sexually charged talk, it was impossible for him to not be hard too. This was the answer that would make something happen if it was ever going to. Just spit it out, Jason.
"Yes, I would definitely do something like that again. I just haven't found a guy since that time that was willing to try it with me. I'm so not brave enough to ask anyone something like that."
I hoped he would be. My turn. "Would you do it again if the opportunity came up? With a guy?"
"I would, yes. I really did enjoy it. Just a matter of finding a willing guy that I can trust," he said. Ask me, Marc. Don't be a coward, like me. If you want me, ask.
This was the moment. There was no other way to go from this point. For the first time since we got into the pool, the vibe between us turned a little awkward. We just stared at each other. That was my queue. This was him asking me, no, begging me, to be the brave one. It had to be that moment. He was waiting for me, just as I was waiting for him. Surely he was. Or was I just misreading the situation? I started to doubt myself again. Why am I so damn nervous? I'm trembling. I would never get a chance like this again. I had to take it. There was no other option. If I didn't, I knew that I would regret it for the rest of my days.
Time to be brave. Be fucking brave.
"I am willing, Marc." There, I said it. I just told my best friend in the whole world that I was willing to do something sexual with him. There was no retracting that statement, no matter his response. I needed the response. My anticipation, excitement, and nerves were unbearable. Say something, Marc. Your silence is killing me. He needed one last push. "If you are? After all these years, I can only assume you trust me?"
My whole body shook. My legs felt weak. I waited for what seemed like an age for his answer. It took only a second.
"You know I trust you, Jason. I trust you more than anyone in this world. You have always had my back."
"OK," I said. Where to from here? Marc had the same question.
"So, does that mean we are going to mess around with each other?" He said.
"I think it does," I said.
"Tonight? Like now?"
"Yes." Holy fuck.
"Cool," he said. He was shaking too.
My heart sounded like an African djembe drum was beating inside my chest.
Marc made the first move. He stepped forward and put his right hand on my upper arms and touched me, enjoying the feel of my cold skin under his fingertips. Under the water, I placed my hands on his waist. It felt wonderful to touch his skin for the first time like this. Our toes touched each others under the water. Marc leaned in and kissed me. So soft and gentle. It was electric. My shivering body found warmth in his arms. We pulled each other close, our kissing becoming more intense. My cock touched his for the first time. Both were rock hard, but even under this cold water, his felt hot against mine. It was a moment I will never forget. So hot, so intense, yet so romantic under the moonlight, kissing in the water, naked and locked in a tight embrace.
Marc stopped kissing me.
"Let's go inside. I don't want my sister to come back and see us like this from her place," he said, "and besides, I am fucking freezing cold. I'd prefer to explore you in comfort."
Explore me.
"I agree. Let's warm each other up inside," I said. A goofy grin appeared on my face. It was exciting to be able to say something like that to Marc. We had crossed a line and there was no turning back.
We strode through the water and up the steps. Marc grabbed my hand and said, "Jay, can I be completely straight up with you?"
"Yes, of course," I said. I glanced at his moonlit penis.
"This is a dream come true for me. I have wanted this to happen ever since I met you all those years ago. It almost doesn't feel real that it's actually happening."
"I know. This is real. I have also wanted this for a really long time. But are you serious? Have you always felt this way about me?"
"Yeah. Absolutely."
"Christ. And all this time, I just assumed you were straight."
"I was. I am. No, I'm not. Fuck, I don't know. Who cares? All I know is that I have these feelings for you."
He was confused. Like I was. But that kiss sorted out a lot of stuff. That was real electricity pumping through us. It was like nothing we had ever felt before. That was magical. That felt right.
We grabbed our towels, put them around our waists and headed along the paved path towards his flat. We entered and Marc proceeded to lock the door securely behind him, trying it once to make sure.
"You are not going anywhere tonight," he said.
"The only place I am going is to your bedroom, I hope," I said.
I knew that we had to make full use of the next few nights while Rebecca was out of town. Wait a minute... Rebecca. Was I just about to cheat on my fiancé? With my best friend. The person who was going to be the best man at our wedding. Yes, I think I was. I knew I was. There was no way I wasn't going to be with Marc tonight. I pictured Rebecca's face and then immediately put the thought out of my mind. There was too little space in my head to think of anything else but my friend and the situation that was unfolding right in front of me. This is the stuff that dreams are made of. My dreams anyway. Right or wrong, I would face my regrets tomorrow. It was definitely wrong.
"Come with me," Marc said. He led me by the hand to his bedroom. I had sat on that double bed so many times in the past, while we listened to music and spoke shit. But now that bed looked, and felt, very different. It felt sexy... passionate.
This was new territory.
This was fantasy turning into reality. I was stepping into this room for the purpose of having a sexual experience with Marc. Everything looked different now. Like it was the first time I had seen this bed. This room. Marc shut the blinds and curtains while I climbed onto the bed. I lay with my back against the headboard, still in my towel. Even through all this, I still felt shy and self-conscious to let him see my cock for the first time in full light. But I was really looking forward to getting naked with him. To have access to his body.
Marc climbed onto the bed and crawled towards me, kissing me twice gently on the lips once he arrived.
"I want to see what you have been hiding from me all these years," he said. While looking into my eyes, his hands roamed. He undid my towel and opened it, one side at a time. My moist body highlighted the cool air on my pelvis and upper legs, where the towel once covered me. I felt my own nakedness. Marc sat back on his legs and cast his eyes to my penis. I felt so incredibly vulnerable lying there, one leg on either side of him, trapped by his gaze. I relished every second of it.
He put his left index finger on my chest and slowly... oh so slowly, moved it down until the point that his soft fingertips reached my pubic hair. It tickled. Then he touched it. A single fingertip ran down from the tip of my foreskin, and all the way down the length of my penis. It continued down the middle of both my balls. Finally, he wrapped his fingers around the shaft. For the first time, my cock was being held by Marc's manly hand. He started to jerk it off. His expression was one of disbelief. He raised his eyes, looked at me, sending me a small smile, which I returned. Breathless, I looked back down at what was happening between my legs. Marc seemed mesmerized.
"I love that you still have a foreskin," he said as he rolled it between his thumb and index finger.
"Are you circumcised?" I said.
"Why don't you find out for yourself?" Marc said. He continued to caress my now pre-cum soaked dick.
No second invitation was needed. I leaned forward and undid his towel. It slid off of his ass and onto the back of his calves.
A beautiful, cut, erect cock popped up in front of me. The head was larger than mine and had a great shape to it. Unlike my cock, which had a slight bend in it, his was mostly straight. The plump hanging balls and manly tuft of black hair above the penis completed the package. The amount of pubic hair was much the same as I had. The hair continued along up his body, thinning as it traced towards his navel. I leaned further forward and clasped his ball sack in my right hand. Soft, warm and heavier than I expected. He widened the space between his legs, to allow me easier access.
I grabbed his warm, hard penis. It felt substantial and had a certain weight to it. The skin felt smooth and soft. A moan escaped his mouth when I grabbed his ball sack again with my other hand. I started to wank him while caressing his balls gently. It was an amazing scene and I knew I would get a boner each and every time I thought about this very moment. I wanted it to last forever, but I could feel that I was getting close to blowing my load. Especially if he continued with that same rhythm, stroking my shaft.
"Dude, I am going to cum really soon if you carry on like that," I said.
"I hate to say it, but me too. I don't think either of us is going to be able to last. It has been such a long time since I have had any kind of sexual contact. And the fact that it is with you. Man, I am almost there."
"Yeah."
"Don't worry about it. Cum when you need to," he said, "But please tell me that we can carry on with more of this later. Cause, for now, this is going to be over too quickly," he said.
"Of course we will do more," I said. I was relieved to hear that he felt that way.
"Can I suck your cock?" He asked.
"As if you had to ask. Of course, you can, dude. Show me how good a guy blowjob is. But I'm warning you, I'm gonna cum in a matter of seconds once you put those lips on it." It was the truth.
"I know you are clean. I will probably cum as soon as you do."
Was he insinuating that he would not mind me coming in his mouth?
"Here goes," he said. My breathing intensified.
He shifted into a better position, letting his towel drop down onto the floor and straddled my lower legs. I released his throbbing penis as I lay back against the headboard again. I tried to relax, knowing that it would be amazing.
My body felt like it was being pumped full of electricity. I was shaking with excitement. The cold of the pool had been completely replaced with warm, radiating body heat. I could feel Marc shaking too. His cheeks were red and he was loving this as much as I was. What a moment for best friends to share. He leaned forward, pulled my foreskin back about halfway down my cock head and lowered his mouth over my penis. His mouth felt warm and wonderful. He started to bob his head up and down my shaft. Moans of pleasure escaped me. My back arched. I had never in my whole life felt such a powerful feeling of excitement and pleasure all at once. I could not stop watching my best mate's head moving up and down, taking in the full length of my penis. He was making one or two moaning sounds of his own. His left hand was holding the base of my penis. His lips tightened around it. Then the tongue. He licked all around the head, shaft, and base while he moved. He was a master. It was completely true. Men really do give the best blowjobs. It was by far the best I had ever received and found it difficult to imagine getting one better ever again. He started to work his tongue faster, focusing on the head and foreskin. I had never felt more appreciated and wanted as I did right now.
This was amazing.
I wanted to get more involved, so started to play with his penis and balls with my right foot. Marc's moans increased. But as predicted, the whole experience was destined to end all too soon. It was all just too much. My whole body tensed up and pleasure, that was almost too much to bear, pounded through every pore and cell. I started to cum, and I unloaded wave after wave of warm salty cum right into Marc's mouth.
Uncontrollably, I let out a shout and groaned as it went on. Although I was shooting the biggest load I had in a long time, due to the enormity of the situation, Marc kept on swallowing and sucking. I thought I was going to pass out from pleasure overload. He replaced his left hand with his right on the base of my penis and continued sucking, taking in all my seed. His left hand brushed my foot as he reached for his penis. He began pounding away at it while drinking the last bit of my warm sperm that was still coming out of my dick.
I continued rubbing his balls with my right foot as best I could while he jerked his beautiful cock. In a matter of a few seconds, Marc started to spray his warm cum all over my legs, feet, and the bed. He pulled his mouth off my cock and dropped his forehead onto my stomach to support himself in this time of uncontrollable bliss. His mouth was just above my penis head. He was still clasping the base of my cock with his hand like he was holding onto it for more stability while he orgasmed. I ran my fingers through his hair as each string of wet, hot, sticky jizz erupted out of the tip of his penis. The top of his shoulders displayed a few cute freckles. I had never noticed them before. I had never seen him like this and I liked it. I ran my fingertips over them. He moaned with each explosion, lowering the volume as they subsided. He relaxed his body down onto mine until all was quiet. The heavy breathing that all that was left.
I could feel his warm breath against the side of my penis. We lay in his cum, in total silence. Tired, sweating and in heaven. He released my penis and put his hand on the side of my right thigh, his now softening cock resting against the top of my right foot.
He panted, trying to catch his breath, eyes closed. I put my head back against the headboard, closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I ran my hand through his hair one last time before resting it on his shoulder.
Eventually, he moved higher onto the bed and joined me. We were both lying next to each other, me on my back and him on his left side. He raised his head, looked at me, smiled and then placed his cheek onto my chest. I smiled back, put my right arm around him and we just lay there, not saying a word. No words were needed.
The ice had been broken. We were now lovers. Marc and I had just done what I previously considered impossible. We had a sexual experience with each other. Marc had sucked me off, swallowed my cum, and cum all over me. I feared that I might just wake up to realize that this was all a dream. I tightened my hold on him for a second, just to make certain he was there. He was. This had just happened.
I wondered how things would be afterward when we woke up and were completely sober. No, don't go there, pessimist. Don't you dare go there. Not now. This moment was perfect. Be optimistic. Focus on the great thing that has just happened.
An overwhelming feeling of joy descended over me. It felt like we had just leveled up our friendship. At least I hoped that would be the case. Or maybe we had just destroyed it. Fucking stop it! Not now. Don't spoil this bliss.
After all the years of sexual tension, we had just experienced the massive release we both had secretly craved. The tension had been replaced with contentment and peacefulness.
Sleep came fast and we both drifted off.
Thank you for your time.
FREE PROMO GIVEAWAY of my new book for NIFTY READERS: -----------------------------------------------------
I'm giving away 25 FREE copies (PDF or ePUB formats) of "Get Wet: A College Experience", in return for your honest review on Amazon.
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THE NIFTY STORY: ----------------
The above story is the first sex scene from the first ever novel I published way back in 2019 called "Once Upon a Time in the Closet"
(Excuse any grammar and spelling mistakes in it - I was still learning back then. I like to think I've gotten a bit better since that first attempt haha)
I've since published many other books, with more on the way - To see all my books and where you can get hold of them, check out my Website here:
http://sites.google.com/view/EganSheridan
More books by Egan Sheridan (Available on Amazon):
Get Wet: A College Experience (Paperback) Shower: Get Wet Volume 1 Shower Club: Get Wet Volume 2 Breaking Brad Two Weeks in Provence Once Upon a Time in the Closet Bathhouse Brian Clearwater (Coming soon - Dec 24 / Jan 25) 19/46: A MM Age Gap Romance (Coming in 25)
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Check out my other story chapters on NIFTY called "Exploring a Work Colleague" here: https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-friends/exploring-a-work-colleague/
It has since been expanded into a novel called "Breaking Brad" - Check it out here: https://www.amazon.com/Breaking-Brad-Steamy-MM-Novella-ebook/dp/B0DNKJV2CV
Please feel free to get in touch. I love hearing from my readers: @EganSheridan EganSheridan@gmail.com http://sites.google.com/view/EganSheridan http://www.amazon.com/author/egansheridan
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