STORY EXCERPT

Jim tossed his tool belt in the back of his pickup as he rolled his shoulders and stretched, hearing his vertebrae crack as he shook his arms out. His long and hot day was finally over, and it was time to join the crew down at the local bar and grab him a cold one. Just the thought of getting away from the job for two days put a smile on his face. He loved what he did, but was glad when the week drew to an end.

Like any working stiff, Jim always looked forward to Fridays.

The weekend made all the hard work he had done during the week well worth the time.

Life was good, and Jim smiled to himself as he looked at the construction site once more before leaving for the weekend.

Climbing in and starting his truck, he pulled out of the jobsite and into traffic. It was late Friday afternoon, and the streets were already packed. The traffic was moving at a modest pace, but Jim didn’t mind.

It was Friday, after all.

He wasn’t in a rush so he relaxed in his seat. He cranked his AC to full blast, turned his rock music up, and got into the weekend mode, tapping the tune out on his steering wheel as he drove along. Hmm…maybe he would meet up with Randy and fuck his brains out while he was in such a good mood. That always made his weekends better.

Jim smiled at the tempting and salacious thought.

Yeah, he loved Fridays.

Pulling into the parking lot of the bar the construction crew hung out at, he cut the engine. The Cricket was packed with pickups and motorcycles, Jim taking the last available parking spot.

Shoving his keys into the front pocket of his jeans, he strolled into loud and whooping chaos.

“Jimmy boy, you made it,” Hank slurred as he threw an arm over Jim’s shoulder, damn near knocking him over. Jim braced himself, stopping the fall before it happened. Fuck, how long had the foreman been at the bar? From his breath, it had been all day.

He shrugged Hank’s drunken arm off of him as he sauntered to the bar. Not even Hank was going to spoil his good mood. The man was a douche most of the time, and even if he was a friendly drunk, Jim still wasn’t going to deal with the man after work hours. The guys had gotten together and slapped a bumper magnet on the back of Hank’s truck that read TOTAL DOUCHEBAG, and Hank hadn’t noticed the magnet for a week. The men thought it was downright hilarious, until Hank found the magnet. Boy, was that a brutal week afterward.

Hank had no sense of humor.

It was still funnier than the time Mickey Lawarchek stuffed his half-eaten sub sandwich into Hank’s work boot. Hank wasn’t too happy about that either. The man needed to stop being an uptight asshole, and all would be good.

“Hey, Jim, what’ll it be?” Marybeth’s eyes brightened as she smiled at him.

“Ice-cold Budweiser,” he said as he scanned the bar. He was really trying to avoid the barmaid. Every time he came in, Marybeth hit on him. Too bad he didn’t swing that way. She was a nice-looking female, but she was missing the vital parts that made Jim’s blood run hot.

“Here you go. So, have you thought about us going out?” She pushed her breasts onto the bar, licking her bottom lip as she waited for him to answer.

It was going to be the same answer he gave her every time she asked.

“I’ll get back to you on that.” He sucked at the rim of the bottle, enjoying the sting of the cold brew. It was mid-August, and a scorcher out today. The ice-cold beer felt good as it cooled his dry and parched throat. Jim had been looking forward to not only the weekend, but grabbing him a cold one after work.

“You say that every Friday. I swear you’re just being polite. What’s wrong? Don’t you like girls?” Marybeth said it politely, teasingly, but Jim heard the anger and resentment in the undertone of her words.

“Like ’em fine.” For friends.

Looking around, Jim spotted his buddies. It was the table with the motleyest crew. Pushing away from the bar, he smiled as he sauntered over to his friends.

“Hey, Jimbo. I see they finally let you escape.” Rick laughed, raising his bottle and tapping it against Jim’s.

“Yeah. So what’s up?” Jim turned the seat around and straddled it. He sipped at the neck of his bottle as he watched the carpenters play a game of pool. This was his life, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

He worked with a great bunch of guys, and his weekends were filled with lots of great sex. What more could he ask for? Randy was just the type of friend who knew the score. They hooked up for sex, no strings attached. His lover knew that Jim was in the closet, and he didn’t try to coax him out.

It worked well for Jim.

As he glanced around the room, Jim sighed, content with every aspect of his life.

Just seeing a finished building and knowing he had a hand in it was the most fulfilling feeling in the world to him. He loved working with power tools and laborers. The smell of sawdust and the killer-ass tan he got from working outdoors. He would never admit to these guys that he had a membership to a tanning salon to even out the rest of his body.

They were a rough bunch, and would probably needle him about tanning.

“Not much. John here thinks we should be finished with the rebar Monday. Maybe we can get that pour done on time just yet. Foreman’s breathing down our neck about deadlines.” Rick grinned then held his bottle up. “Here’s to hoping.”

They all laughed then clinked bottles.

ADULT EXCERPT

Licking his lips, Jim knew he had to taste the man’s thick cock. The hardness had been teasing him since last night when Devon got out of the shower. He had wanted to taste the man then, but Devon looked worn down.

He looked like he was raring to go now, though. He thought about last night and how maybe he was using Devon for sex. What he found he didn’t like because Jim just didn’t know. And that thought disturbed him. Devon affected him in ways no other man had, and Jim hoped there was more to this than just sex.

Devon was the kind of guy he could see spending the rest of his life with, and again, that frightened him.

He would try and figure all of that out later. Right now he had a pretty cock to engulf.

Jim raised his body up as he pushed Devon’s knees back. The sight before him excited Jim. The urge to plunge into Devon was fierce. He wasn’t sure what he wanted at the moment, Devon’s cock or to slide his shaft into Devon’s ass. The possibilities became endless. Maybe he would slowly work his way up the man’s tempting body. Jim ran his tongue across the wrinkled sac of Devon’s balls, inhaling the manly scent.

He grinned to himself when Devon shouted. The sound sent spikes of thrill down his spine. Devon was too sexy when he was blushing, and Jim was loving the fact that he had to coax it out of the vampire. Devon squirmed, his body undulating against Jim’s mouth. He wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer.

Jim raised his head to look up at Devon, who had a look on his face that said get back to work. Jim smiled. He was happy that Devon was irritated about him stopping.

It told him he was doing everything right.

Jim grinned and then jammed his tongue into Devon’s tight hole. Devon shouted and bucked his hips, his hand stroking his cock faster. Since Jim didn’t have any condoms in the house, hand and mouth would have to do. There was merit to that though. He could make this very interesting.

He pushed Devon’s legs further up, the small of Devon’s back lifting off of the bed, and attacked the sweet hole with a vengeance.

“Close, so close.” Devon whimpered. Jim could see that Devon’s balls were drawn up tight. The tight hole pulsed around his tongue as he fucked Devon with the appendage, along with his thumb. His lover tasted so damn good that Jim had an urge to bite one of Devon’s ass cheeks. The man’s legs were bent so far backward that he resembled a pretzel, and Jim loved seeing him like that.

“Jim!” Devon shouted as rope after rope of Devon’s seed painted his body. Jim didn’t ease up. Devon’s hole was pulsing around his tongue, and Jim was going to draw the man’s orgasm out to the very last drop.

“Give me all you have, Dev.” Jim ran his tongue from ass to balls, nipping Devon’s skin along the way. Fuck if this little pistol wasn’t the hottest thing he had ever laid his eyes on when in the throes of an orgasm.

Jim petted Devon’s thighs and belly, helping his lover come down slowly, anchoring him. He wanted to plead with Devon to bite him, but kept quiet. Devon already thought that was the only reason Jim was helping him. As he watched Devon pant for his next breath, Jim knew that he would have helped Devon regardless of the fact the man had a wicked set of teeth and knew what to do with them.

Jim squeaked, the sound very unmanly when Devon pounced, knocking Jim onto his back with shocking strength and speed. He kissed Jim with an animalistic growl. Fuck, that was sexy as hell. Devon’s growl sent shivers throughout Jim’s body, his cock jerking at the guttural noise. The vampire was actually growling. Hot damn!

“Your turn.” Devon kissed his way down Jim’s chest, taking time to suck on each nipple until they pebbled, and then scooted further down to dive his tongue right into Jim’s navel.

Jim drew his legs back, grinding his ass against Devon’s body. He never had his belly button sucked before, and Devon made the act erotic as all hell. His hands fisted the covers when Devon took Jim into his mouth.

Good fucking god, Jim’s eyes crossed when he felt Devon’s teeth scrape along his cock. He had to see this. Jim had to watch.

Looking down, he watched Devon struggle to suck him off. Why? Were his teeth in the way or was Devon inexperienced at this? He gave the man points for his enthusiasm to do a good job. That was for damn sure. Devon slurped and licked, only taking half of Jim’s cock into his mouth. Jim was content with that. Just having Devon willing to reciprocate was enough of a high. If Devon wanted to practice on him, who was he to stop the vampire?