DUSTY'S SNACK SHACK: BOOK ONE OF SHORT ORDERS GAY ROMANCE SERIES

Excerpt from Chapter

Ken touched Dusty’s knee. “Well, we don’t know one another very well. So you’re at a distinct disadvantage.” He sighed. “But I’m not really up for a movie, if you don’t mind. Background music? Maybe so. But you know what I’d really like to do?”

Dusty smiled. “Tell me. Please.”

“I’d like to check out a room in your lovely home that I haven’t yet seen.”

“Like?” Dusty teased.

“Your bedroom.”

Benji followed them into Dusty’s bedroom. Right away, the two men fell into one another’s arms. They began to kiss ravenously. Benji quickly grew bored when he realized Dusty and Ken were focused on one another. After all, he'd seen this episode before with other men he didn't like nearly as much as he liked Ken. He barked one short goodbye, then left the room.

“What’s Benji’s problem?” Ken asked as he took a breath.

“Jealousy and boredom. If he’s not the center of attention, he gets a little moody.” Dusty paused. “Listen.”

“What is that sound?”

“He’s taking out his frustration on a pizzle stick.” Dusty laughed at the harsh crunching sound coming from the living room. “He’s chewing the hell out of it.” Dusty shrugged. “That’s the way he de-stresses when things don’t go according to plans—I mean, his plans.”

Still dressed, the two men fell onto Dusty’s immaculately made bed. The kissing continued. Then, they began fondling one another beneath their clothes. The taste of wine lingered heavily. With each man’s mouth on the other’s, the wine they’d already consumed amplified the eroticism of their deep kisses. 

Ken slid a hand beneath Dusty’s tee-shirt and caressed his famous chest. He pressed his stomach gently, noting the muscular ripples. Ken’s breathing grew heavier, more labored, as though he was struggling for oxygen. Then, Ken’s hand moved to Dusty’s nipples and teased them to the hardness of gumdrops.

“Don’t you think it’s getting a little hot in here?” Ken asked playfully.

“It’s beyond bearable. Should I adjust the thermostat?”

Ken laughed at Dusty’s cattiness. Instead of touching the thermostat, they assisted one another in removing their clothes down to their underwear. Both men took excellent care of their bodies. Their skin, smooth and warm, felt taut over their frames. Their faces were rough with stubble and caught in the rapturous anticipation of sexual gratification. Their expressions appeared vulnerable and removed from mundane reality. Their palms freely glided over each other's body, presented like a willing sacrifice.

Dusty’s palm moved to Ken’s crotch. He pressed gently against the hard mystery concealed by his briefs. His breathing accelerated. Then, his hand crept beneath the elastic band and curled its fingers around Ken’s shaft. 

Ken moaned with pleasure.

“I think it’s time to get rid of this underwear.”