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Thursday, August 14, 2014

Hotter Than Hell


OUT TODAY!!

“Hotter Than Hell” blurb:
Enre has fiery red hair and an attitude to match. The world is full of injustice and he wants everything to be fair and equitable right now. Kalman is older, calm and logical, but the two men, co-workers at the botanical gardens, are drawn to each other. They work alone together at the far end of the gardens all one day, getting to know each other and passion ignites between them. The garden bed is made, and sprayed with their seed as well as that of the plants.
Hot, sweaty half naked bodies, and outdoor sex are great, but can two such different people find happiness together?

PG13 MM Excerpt:
Enre took a couple quick steps forward and suddenly they were wrapped in each other’s arms, hugging tightly, grinding their hips together. Enre lifted his head the few inches necessary to look directly into Kalman’s gaze. The heat and lust he saw there almost made his dick burst on the spot. Everything he hoped for, wanted, was reflected back at him in those melting chocolate pools.
Then their lips were locked together. It was not a gentle kiss, but a harsh meshing of teeth, and noses, tongues diving into each other’s mouths.
Until Enre realized Kalman was deliberately slowing them down, savoring the taste of him, encouraging him to take a breath and sample, test, explore. Enre gentled his touch, unclenching his hands on Kalman’s shoulders, slowing his frantic tongue thrusts and relishing the scents and experience that was Kalman.
Oh, that was good. The salty tang from the sweat of hard work, the earthy scent from the dirt they’d been digging, the clean, fresh outdoor smell of the botanic garden itself.
Gently now Enre explored Kalman, sliding his tongue over the roof of Kalman’s mouth, along the insides of his cheeks, behind his teeth, noting the different textures that were all part of this man. A man he was intensely attracted to. A man he wanted to take right now, but who he was prepared to wait for—even if it killed him!
When they finally broke apart Kalman said softly, “See how much better it is when you go slowly. When you rush you miss so many good things.”
“But I still want you. My dick is harder than it’s ever been before.”
“Mine too. I hope the tube of hand cream will function as lube, otherwise we may have a problem.”
“I would never hurt you,” said Enre, and he meant it. Hurting this man really would kill him. He wanted him so bad, but not bad enough to give him pain.
“Oh, I don’t mind a little dash of pain with my pleasure, but I’m not into self-immolation. I think we’ll find a way.”
“You’re sure? You don’t mind fucking in the gardens like this?”
“Outdoor sex turns me on. Besides, we know no one will be coming anywhere near here until we phone Inigo to collect us at the end of the day. And I want you. I’ve wanted you for the longest time. Now take that damn shirt off and let me touch your skin.”
Enre laughed, then said, “We aren’t all olive skinned and tanned Greek gods you know. I need to stay in the shade or I’ll get sunburned.”
“I could lean against the tree and we could christen our new garden bed. No chance of you getting burned then.”
“Now that’s my kind of plan!”
Enre had to sit on the grass to unlace his heavy work boots, but soon he was freeing his aching dick, all the time watching Kalman undress.
Kalman’s skin was the same olive-bronze all the way down to his ass which was just one shade paler, and his thighs were as heavily muscled as his arms. Damn, the man looked good! Every inch of him was sheer perfection from his shaggy brown hair, to his long, narrow toes.
When his jeans were off, Kalman slid his feet back into his boots and stepped on the freshly turned soil, crossing his arms against the broad trunk of the tree, resting his head on his forearms, and glancing back over his shoulder. He spread his legs wide apart and waggled his ass in an intensely erotic action that had Enre gripping his cock and hoping he didn’t disgrace himself like a teenager on a first date. “Hot,” Enre gasped.
“We’ll be much hotter together,” replied Kalman.
“Oh, yes.” Enre’s restraint was stretched to the limit. He simply couldn’t wait another second. He riffled through their bag of supplies, locating the hand cream and slathering it on his aching dick. Then he stepped up behind Kalman, the tube still in his hand. “I hope to hell this works.”
“Next time we’ll bring lube and condoms.”
“Next time. There’ll definitely be a next time, and I can promise you I won’t leave home without supplies.”
Carefully, Enre rubbed some hand cream around Kalman’s tight pucker. Touching Kalman’s skin, trying to be slow and thorough, was killing Enre. He wanted to ram his cock in that hot, little hole and pump his hips madly until they both exploded. But this was their first time, and it had to be good, special.

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