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Randy Talbot’s Closet

Randy Talbot's Closet
As the fashion-conscious homosexual that I am, in my head I have a matching set of clothing for every man I’ve ever been with. And yes, “been with” is a euphemism for sex. Before recalling the men in my life, dragging them out of my closet and airing them on the line for all to see, I thought it would only be fair to have one of my past lovers describe me in clothing. What follows is his response, unedited and unapologetic, much like him: “In the closet of my love life, you would be a pair of fitted, designer blue jeans – expensive and engineered to accentuate the bits you’re proud of while hiding the bits that you’re not. Below the jeans would be a saucy pair of modern, black, Italian leather shoes, well-worn and perfect for dancing. Under the jeans is a pair of forty dollar Calvins. Above is a tailored pin-striped shirt that you bought to make yourself look taller. P.S. You’re not short, you only think you are. The only accessory is a wristwatch that looks expensive but wasn’t. You hate being late. You think the idea of Queer Standard Time is appalling and reinforces a bad stereotype. In fact, you insist on being early for everything and bounce around like a little waist-coated white rabbit when others make you late.”

That’s not how I would introduce myself, but that’s the point. Before I start unabashedly gossiping about the men who have been in my life, in clothes and out, I thought it only fair to give myself the same treatment. Now comes the fun part. Without further delay, I present to you, in chronological order, the men in Randy Talbot’s closet.

Excerpt:
Se7en was an underground club and it sounded like the party was well underway by the time we got there. We grabbed each others’ hands and went down the steamy, dark rabbit hole together.

“Cover is twenty dollars,” the goth door attendant barked at us as he checked our IDs.

“Evan, didn’t you say it shouldn’t be more than ten?”

“Oh, tonight’s our special anniversary,” said the attendant, a crooked smile curling on his blackened lips. “Seven years at this location. It’s quite the party in there.”

We briefly discussed going somewhere else, but we were already there, so we bit the bullet, paid, got our hands stamped, and crossed into the unknown. The thick, inky satin curtain dividing coat check from the rest of the club may as well have been a wormhole into another universe. We froze before taking three steps inside and surveyed the landscape: black leather harnesses, vinyl clothing, rubber gloves, glow sticks, back hair, chains, and gas masks paraded before us under a shifting net of green laser lights that zapped through a fog of dry ice and perspiration. Then there was us. I wore my standard “little black dress” – a black spandex t-shirt and fitted black slacks. Evan wore a skin-tight metallic gold t-shirt and jeans, and Andy’s outfit was something like mine.

“Oh!” Evan exclaimed, clasping his hands together like some kid on Christmas morning. “This is going to be sooooo much fun!” He bounced into the room and introduced himself to a rather hirsute man in ass-less chaps. The remaining three of us huddled together, looking at each other with our mouths agape.

The night didn’t go badly at all. Evan and I stuck together for pretty much the entire night and he eventually poured enough liquor down my throat to get me dancing to the hellish trance music. By midnight, hunky Kevin was wearing a dog collar and getting led around by an enormous muscular man who might have been around thirty, and he seemed to be enjoying it. Andy had his face covered with neon war paint and was chatting with a svelte young man whose nipples were pierced and chained together. Another chain ran down his torso and disappeared behind the waist of his black leather pants where I imagine it was attached to something else.

Evan only left my side once to go to the washroom. By that time we had already shared many kisses, but when he got back he seemed a little too energized. I could tell he was into me before, but whatever he had downed in the washroom shattered what was left of his inhibitions. And don’t misunderstand. The attraction was by no means one-way. Evan was one hot little number.

Last call came and went. Andy had already left on the arm of an exotic-looking creature with a green mohawk. Kevin had lost his “owner” but retained his collar and a phone number. The three of us split a cab back to campus. Evan was all over me in the back seat and I can’t say I was doing much to stop him.

“Geez, get a room, you two,” said Kevin.

“That’s the plaaaaaaan,” said Evan, taking a break from tonguing my ear. “Besides,” he said, sliding his hand under my shirt. “You don’t know where my dorm is. And, right now, neither do I.” Then he laughed like he had just cracked the funniest joke ever.

“Randy Talbot’s Closet,” humorous m/m erotic romance by Randy Talbot, is available from Apple, Barnes & Noble, Amazon, Bookstrand, All Romance ebooks, Kobo, Google, and Coffeetime Romance. Print Book is available from Amazon. Our website is http://www.beautobeau.com.

October 1, 2015 Posted by | ebooks, erotic fiction, erotic romance, gay romance, humorous fiction | , , , | Leave a comment

The Key West Kid

The Key West Kid
Growing up in Key West, the gay capital of the South, Danny was open-minded enough to try anything once. He had heard through the grapevine that any guy who made it with another guy poolside at Robbie Burns’ place was socially entitled to get and wear a puka shell necklace. He had made it his personal goal to get one of the treasured adornments this year, and Danny was nothing if not determined, but his visit to the Burns residence is an eye-opener in more ways than he had anticipated.

Excerpt:
Sounds of a game of water baseball came to his ears which indicated that the older boys were accepting Danny into their coterie, and Robbie had to admit that Danny had the equipment to make him popular and a sought-after partner. He sat down in front of his computer monitor, but he wasn’t thinking of work. His mind had flashed back to Danny Robinson, now known as Danny Robinson, Sr. He picked up the phone and dialed the number he had been given. Three-four-five rings and then a familiar voice saying “Hello.”

He hung up immediately. The voice was so bass, so gentle, so reminiscent of the nights they had spent together promising to love each other forever, and then the one night when Danny called off their affair with the news that he had gotten a girl pregnant from a one night experience on the other side, and felt it was his responsibility to marry her. Robbie had been cut off quicker than a newly born puppy dog’s tail. And yet he remembered all the love he had given the man, the love he had searched for again for fifteen years – in college and in all the gay bars he frequented, all the men he had been with, but none ever sparked the feelings he once had for Daniel Robinson, Sr. All the one night stands and the few that extended to week-long attempts at finding romance were all in vain. He had basically given up finding Mr. Right.

He got up and made a sandwich and turned on the radio station, doing anything to get his mind off the memory of Danny and his body – the firm abdomen, the smiles he always gave, and his voice, that mellifluous, sexy, oh so sexy voice. Nothing worked, however, at diverting his mind. Memories of what had been kept flooding back. No matter where he looked in the house, there was a reawakened memory of what he and Danny had done or said in every spot – the kitchen, the patio, the living room sofa, the floor in front of the fake fireplace. Memories that had been buried deep in his subconscious cascaded over him.

Finally, he redialed the number and waited patiently for an answer.

“Hello.” There was that sexy voice again.

“Hi, Danny. This is Robbie Burns.”

There was an interminable pause. “Hi,” the deep bass voice finally said.

“I was wondering if you might be free and feel like making the drive over. I’d like to see you.”

“You want to see me? After what I did to you? How I betrayed you?” the voice asked incredulously.

“The Key West Kid,” erotic romance by Duncan More, is available from Apple, Barnes & Noble, Amazon, All Romance ebooks, Google, Kobo, and Coffeetime Romance. Our website is http://www.beautobeau.com.

June 17, 2015 Posted by | ebooks, erotic fiction, erotic romance, gay romance, love stories | , , | Leave a comment

Secrets Among Us

Secrets Among Us
A collection of steamy erotic stories.
Cover Art by Nathie – Deviant Art – http://www.deviantart.com

5 Studs:
Mitch thinks he has stumbled upon the perfect job when he goes to work for Melanie and Scott. While the couple is away, curiosity leads him to the den where he discovers a secret life of the husband. A private icon on the computer screen opens a variety of sexual liaisons with other men. It seems odd, though, that five diamond studs are part of an erotic and dangerous game. As the game unfolds before his eyes, Mitch is unaware he is being watched.

Renegade:
Fletcher Jones can chirp like a bird, grunt like a monkey, and disguise his voice to sound like a woman, but he isn’t dangerous as so many believe. He’s a circus performer who lured a couple of hot studs into his trailer one night. When the men’s wives caught them in the act, they made sure Fletcher was sent to the infamous Manninger Institute. When he escapes, the quirky carnie eludes the authorities with his many ploys, until the institute’s founder stumbles upon clues of his whereabouts.

Minding PQ:
The gothic looking structure that sits high upon a hill has intrigued Luke for years. The rumors about the place are rampant and have become more unbelievable with every passing year. Luke drives past the gated entrance every day, but today the gate is open and he cannot resist. The door to the secretive domicile is unlocked and it appears no one is home. As he swishes dirt from his hands, the clapping sound summons a peculiar little man who takes him directly to Hapa. Hapa is the man who must be pleased by everyone who dares to enter his refuge uninvited, and Hapa’s requirements for pleasure must never be questioned.

…many more stories included in this one-of-a-kind anthology.

“Secrets Among Us,” erotic fiction by B.J. Scott, is available from Apple, Barnes & Noble, Amazon, All Romance ebooks, and Kobo ebooks. Our website is http://www.beautobeau.com.

March 16, 2015 Posted by | ebooks, erotic fiction, erotic romance | , | Leave a comment

Winchester’s Men

Winchester's Men
A Winchester was a rifle that helped many pioneers as they settled the western provinces. They were known for their shooting ability when hunting for meat to eat, and nearly every man ‘packed a rod.’ That rather accurately describes our dancers as well as our customers.

Excerpt:
Gregor hired me for a one night performance, a special birthday gift for his Steve, and with a little logistical planning, I pulled it off to perfection. I’m not like the pretty muscle gods they’ve got dancing here. Most of the guys I hang with don’t even realise I like to swing with a guy any morning, afternoon, or night. The guys I hang with really enjoy (no, make that love) their motorcycles. That’s where the thrill and power lies – sitting on top of a two wheeled machine surging with power – the feeling of leather and chrome and speed at our total command, riding where we want, doing what we want, as often as we want.

At 11:00 that night in full riding gear, I got my ’51 Indian (for you bike enthusiasts who need to know that kind of thing), revved up the engine and rode right on stage, gently shoved the dancer to the floor, rode down the ramp and braked in front of the VIP table. I looked Steve right in the eye and bellowed, “You the guy who runs this pansy club?” Instantly, uniformed security people were surrounding me. I got behind Steve, grabbed his neck in an arm lock, and hollered at the security guards. “Back off but stay in sight, unless you want a corpse on your hands, and that goes for the rest of you, too. Hey Bartender – take the phone off the hook and set it on the bar top where I can see it, and don’t let me even see a cell phone.”

You could have heard a pin drop in the place. I slowly took my trusty blade from my boot and began to pick my teeth with it. I loved being the centre of attention. “What!” I shouted menacingly, “You pretty boys like seeing guys take their clothes off? That really pops your cookies? Well, fine with me. You, come here,” I said glaringly at one of the security cops. One came forward. “Don’t none of you try nuthin’ right now, you hear?”

“Stand there.” He obeyed. “Come closer. These pretty boys here wanna see a man – a real man.” I took my knife and deftly sliced the threads on his shirt buttons so it fell open. “Now, get out there and tease us. Give us a show like you’re used to seeing here.” He slowly obeyed, having no other option. “Peel that t-shirt off – show us what a real man’s chest looks like.” He complied. “Glad you got a nice one for the boys here. Wouldn’t want them to be disappointed.” He wiggled and did a rather good strip. “Give us a show, Mr. Officer. That’s it, you can do it. Pretend you’re one of the pretty boys. Sell your body.” He hit some bodybuilder’s stances like he had been posing for years. The other security staff looked on helplessly, wondering and fearing that I had something in mind for them, too.

I skillfully took the knife and sliced open the seam of his trousers from the crotch through to the belt line, and his pants fell to his knees. “Ooh, nice!” I said. “Come on, Officer. Make it hot. Give the boys here what they want.” He again complied. “Okay, boys, give the nice officer a round of applause.” There was some polite applause.

“Well, what do you know? It seems the nice officer really belongs here. You’ve got customers here who want to see something different and really hot, so give them their money’s worth. They paid to get in here tonight.”

I hollered over to the bartender that I wanted a bottle of the best champagne in the house. A very nervous waiter brought it to the table, and it took him several tries to get the bottle popped. He could barely pour it into the glasses. “Don’t you go away, pretty boy,” I told him. I took a sip from my glass and looked over at the officer.

“Very good, Officer. By the way, what’s your name?”

“Rene.”

“Well, very good show, Rene. I think everyone should give Officer Rene here a round of applause.” A huge round of applause followed as he scrambled to gather his uniform. “Hey, Rene, been a guard here long?”

“No, Sir,” he responded. “Tonight was my first night.”

“Maybe you can get a promotion to dancer here, Officer Rene. What do you think, Stevie?” I asked, slightly releasing the hold I had on him. “Would you hire him to dance here for all the pretty boys?” I waited for an answer. None was coming.

Looking into his eyes, I said, “You know what I think, Stevie baby? I think you should hire him as a dancer. You know what else I think, Stevie baby? I think you should have one memorable birthday. So,” I continued in a voice still loud enough for all to hear, “Happy birthday! I hope this birthday is always remembered as something special.” In front of everyone, I planted a big long wet kiss on his lips. Then in an even louder voice, I apologised to everyone present. “I am sorry for any emotional terror I may have caused you in the last fifteen or so minutes. To make up for it, the drinks are on me for the next half hour, so get the waiters and the bartenders busy.”

Steve sank back in his chair totally weak. Then I introduced him to Rene, a new dancer at Winchester’s – Montreal I had hired for the night. By the time Steve found out his security guards were in on my part of the night’s festivities, he immediately deduced who had hired me. I hung around to make sure no murder would follow. By the end of the night Steve and I had made peace, once he regained his composure, and I made a few friends that night.

Come in and say ‘Hi’ to me. I really won’t bite, unless you want me to.

“Winchester’s Men,” gay erotica/erotic romance by Duncan More, is available from Apple, Barnes & Noble, Amazon, All Romance ebooks, Google, Kobo ebooks, and Coffeetime Romance. Also available in print from Amazon. Our website is http://www.beautobeau.com.

January 9, 2015 Posted by | adventure, ebooks, erotic fiction, erotic romance | , | Leave a comment

A Gift From Poseidon

A Gift From Poseidon
North Carolina painter Evan Phelps and his ex-lover Frank own a small art shop in the beach town of Manteo. When four friends encounter car trouble one day and seek help from Evan, the painter finds an unexpected muse in the much younger Sterling. He is gorgeous and Evan cannot stop thinking about him and painting images of him in various erotic poses. When Sterling comes to him for serious sexual advice, an unlikely relationship begins between the mature Evan and the much younger Sterling, a virgin in anticipation of his first sexual experience. Sterling’s buddy Jordan, in sharp contrast, is very sexually active and led around by one particular part of his anatomy, like a carrot in front of a donkey. When Evan’s career begins to take off, the adventures begin, leading Evan and his young paramour to a place neither has been.

Excerpt:
A solo of Sterling in his partially aroused stage literally commanded to be first. He began with the head with its roundish shape and long wavy black hair partially covering his ears and draping haphazardly across his forehead. Green eyes, a cute pug nose and a thin black mustache atop a pleasant smile completed the face. Next came his broad shoulders and a well defined chest as well as the stomach, hard but not overly muscled (probably the result of hard work and not a gym regimen). He stretched the arms out so that the hands were holding onto the banister of the deck. He finished it off with the top three inches of a pair of white jeans. He decided against going further with that part which was etched in his memory. It was midnight when he shut off the bedroom light and crawled into bed. As he lay there in the darkness, a vision of Sterling was conjured in his mind. Evan finally fell into a deep sleep, and there was Sterling again, standing in the kitchen doorway, and as naked as truth should be, he advanced toward Evan and planted a kiss on his lips as his hands roamed Evan’s back. Evan woke suddenly and found that he was totally aroused. None of his subjects had ever dominated his mind and fantasies before.

***

“So tell me,” Frank said. “Who’s the new love in your life?”

“What do you mean?”

“Eight paintings of the same model. The last time you went on a painting binge like this, all of the paintings were of me and that was back when we had just graduated from college eleven years ago.”

Evan explained that he had only met Sterling for an hour and about the car being stuck in a sand dune.

“Well, this new fixation of yours is producing some of the finest work you’ve done in years. We’re talking about the $200 price range.”

The next Friday after painting like a demon, Evan delivered two more of Sterling, plus several of the foursome and some seascapes and one of the Cape Hatteras Lighthouse in the background with Sterling in the foreground waiting to climb it. He even did one of Paul standing in his kitchen doorway when he first revealed Junior in full glory, although he felt that nudes were not his forte.

“Wow” was all Frank could say when he saw Paul. “Is that thing real or did you go about enlarging it?”

“He said it was eleven and a half inches. I didn’t measure it, but I would have.”

“A Gift From Poseidon,” erotic romance novel by Duncan More, is available from Apple, Barnes & Noble, Amazon, All Romance ebooks, Kobo and Coffeetime Romance. Also available in print from Amazon. Our website is http://www.beautobeau.com.

October 29, 2014 Posted by | adventure, ebooks, erotic fiction, gay romance, love stories | , , | Leave a comment

Rainbow Shorts

Anthology of Gay Erotica

Anthology of Gay Erotica

“Rainbow Shorts” is a wild ride of gay erotica and erotic romance. With guys who love to role-play, men who will do anything as long as the camera is rolling, a pizza shop that gets a little too hot, a trucker in a bit of a jam, a card party that gets out of hand, a very special fraternity with a long waiting list, a tropical twosome, a dandy dancer, a doctor who knows how to please, and so much more, this hot anthology will satisfy the most wicked desires and the heartiest appetites.

Excerpt:
When Danny first laid eyes on him, it was pure unadulterated lust. He had to sample the wares of the young man’s aura of sexual masculinity. His long ebony hair was so fine that it flowed with the breeze smoothly, like water in a cascading stream. Full lips cried to be tasted, long lashed eyes screamed to be studied close up, and velvety skin shouted for caressing. Long lanky legs extended from the cutoff jeans as the young man aimlessly seemed to wander the paths of the theme park, sometimes mingling with the throngs of people, and sometimes standing solo in an open space deciding where to go next. Danny, the vacationer, had no set agenda for the day, and although there were many things to do in the park, he had found the objective. He wasn’t sure exactly which physical feature of the man excited his desires the most, but he subconsciously realized it was the young man’s skin coloring which he learned later was the result of Native American blending with Hawaiian.

Friendly smiles were exchanged with a head nodding. Contact had been made.

“You here alone?” the young man asked.

The fact that the young man had broken the ice first surprised Danny. Usually he was the aggressor, and the young man had caught him off guard. “Why, er, yes.”

“Me too. Mind a buddy for a while? My name is Keanu.”

He extended an open hand which was quickly grasped. “I’m Danny.”

“Well, Danny, what should we do first? I’ve been dying to ride the roller coasters.”

“Really? I love roller coasters. I’ve ridden some of the best in North America.”

They had found a common topic, and after a shared coaster ride, Danny turned to Keanu. “I’m staying at the Contemporary Resort, if you’re interested,” said Danny. “It could be a ride no one else in the park gets today.”

“Fine with me. I have no deadline,” Keanu said. They quickly boarded the monorail and were headed to the hotel for some non-family oriented fun.

The minute they got inside Danny’s room, lips found lips, bodies found the bed, and psyches found paradise. They had barely closed the door when Keanu wrapped his arms around Danny and smiled saying, “I love making it with a guy a few years older than me.” He looked at Danny with a devious stare. “But enough talking for now,” he said.

Hands found buttons and shirts were discarded, and Keanu attacked Danny’s neck with the vengeance of a vampire. He led him to the bed, gradually working his way down to paradise. For Danny it was pure pleasure. He released a muffled moan of pleasure, and Keanu knew he had the unassuming vacationer right where he wanted him.

“You really want me, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

“What if I told you it’s a hundred bucks?”

Suddenly the absolute reality hit Danny. “You’re a hustler! I thought you were kidding me about the cash.”

“You’ve wanted me from the first moment you saw me in the park. Well, you’ve got me if you want me.”

Danny was stunned. “You reeled me in like the dumbest fish in the lake.”

“I sure did. I gotta make money. If it wasn’t you, it would have been some other guy this afternoon and there will probably be one more this evening. He’ll be just like you. He’ll follow me through the park, check me out, strike up a conversation, and do anything to get me alone with him, just like you did. Why do you think I said I like going with older men. Younger guys don’t have my kind of cash – couldn’t afford me.”

“But why?”

“Why what?”

“Why hustling?”

“I got the looks, and I got the talent. I just put it all to work for me, and it sure beats a desk job.”

Keanu knew exactly how to keep the sex urge going while he was negotiating the price, and it was definitely working with Danny.

“Rainbow Shorts,” an anthology of gay erotica by Duncan More, is available from Barnes & Noble, Amazon, Bookstrand, All Romance ebooks, Google, Kobo, and Apple. Also available in print from Amazon. Our website is http://www.beautobeau.com.

May 9, 2014 Posted by | ebooks, erotic fiction, erotic romance | , | Leave a comment

The Epiphany of Hunter Dixon

Erotic Romance

Erotic Romance

When it comes to emotional entanglements, Hunter Dixon is a runner. Someone would be out the door the minute the ‘LOVE’ word was spoken. ‘Don’t go building a dream castle for the two of us, and don’t go putting me on a pedestal; I’m not that much of a paragon of virtue,’ he would say. A killer in the world of high dollar real estate, his looks and personality keep his bank account full and his bed frequently populated. When he meets billionaire entrepreneur, Beauregard Medar, and his gorgeous limo driver, Patrick, Hunter’s world is turned upside down. Never before has he been the object of a loving male, and he rather enjoys the attention, but the truth is stranger than fiction, or so they say, and Hunter’s truth may prove to be his biggest obstacle.

Excerpt:
Thursdays were Hunter’s night at the gym. That was where he met Jimmy, the picture of pure eroticism with short blond hair, blue eyes, unblemished complexion, untied white sneaks, white socks, white chest protector properly fastened to protect the heart area but leaving the young man’s right nipple exposed, and pants and jock on the floor by his feet. Hunter was the only one in the locker room drying off from his after-workout shower when Jimmy entered. “One strange thing about sneakers. They feel so good on the feet when you first put them on and tie them up tight and they feel so good when you sit down and untie them later,” he said as he straddled the bench removing them.

Not one to be rude, Hunter replied, “That’s for sure.”

“Yep, and the same thing can be said for the jock. Feels real good when you first put it on and snug things up. Feels even better to me, though, when I take it off and let things hang loose.”

Hunter again agreed. “You can say that again.” He quickly wrapped the towel around his waist.

Jimmy noticed the effect he was having on Hunter and decided to play the cruising game to the hilt. He picked up his epee and began stroking it. “The one thing about fencing,” he continued, “is you have to be sure your weapon is protected with a good rubber tip. Don’t you agree?”

Hunter said “yes” wondering if this was leading somewhere or just idle bantering.

“Always got to protect the tips of weapons or you could kill someone or have someone kill you unwittingly. Me – I always protect my tip.” He licked his lips. “What about you? You protect your weapon?”

“Always, when I’m using it.”

“How about right now? It looks to me like you want to use it.”

Jimmy was right. Hunter did want to use it, and at the right time he would worship the man in his own erotic way, but for now he was following Jimmy’s lead, even though he was secretly managing his own seduction.

*****

As Hunter sat in his cubicle tweaking sales descriptions for the umpteenth time, the door to the office opened, letting in the muggy August heat. “Anybody here gay,” bellowed a voice from a tall, white-goateed man with a balding head and a walking stick.

“I am,” said Hunter rising from his desk. “My name is Hunter Dixon. How may I help you?”

“You’re man enough to admit it. Glad to see it. No one in any other agency I’ve visited today would openly admit it. My name is Beauregard Medar. My friends call me Beau. You may call me Mr. Medar.”

“Yes, sir, Mr. Medar. How can I be of assistance?”

“I need a new home in the area.”

“What are you looking for?”

“Something fashionable, with well-landscaped gardens, fifteen to twenty rooms for overnight business guests and parties, an indoor pool, perhaps a ballroom or a huge dining room, maybe a portico, lots of parking, and under two million.”

“Only one property comes to mind. There’s a circular driveway, a former carriage house with an upstairs apartment, a pond, a stone gazebo, and a barn. The place has eighteen rooms, including a garden room, nearly all glass on three sides, and there are three separate fireplaces for cozy winter nights.”

On the way to the property, Hunter immediately noticed the limo driver. There was something about the man in his uniform that he found alluring. He had no exact idea why. He had made it before with people in uniforms – servicemen, medics, school crossing guards, dollar store clerks, a nurse in the hospital supply closet, and a rent-a-cop. But Patrick in his uniform excited Hunter unlike the others. Patrick looked hot, and Hunter, trying to imagine the two of them together, was coming up with numerous scenarios. He had found that closeted men were often the hottest of bedfellows. They really got into it because it happened so rarely. Scanning Patrick more closely, Hunter detected underneath the taut white shirt a well-muscled chest and abdomen, and biceps that stretched the material to the utmost. It was so form-fitting that he could see through the material that the main vein in each upper arm was popped. That vein, for some unknown reason, was a major turn-on for Hunter. He was willing to bet that Patrick had grown up on a farm doing chores.

“The Epiphany of Hunter Dixon”, an erotic romance novel by Duncan More, is available from Barnes & Noble, Amazon, Bookstrand, Google, All Romance ebooks, Kobo, Apple, and Coffeetime Romance. Also available in print from Amazon. Our website is http://www.beautobeau.com.

April 18, 2014 Posted by | ebooks, erotic fiction, erotic romance, love stories, romance | , , | Leave a comment

Life Among the Nasties

A Story of Unconditional Love

A Story of Unconditional Love

NASTIES – it gives the hint of something horrible and yet they really are something quite beautiful. At the same time, the inverse is just as real. What is quite beautiful can end up being horrible.

Excerpt:
The death of a parent is hard on the soul, but it is an expected grief. The death of a child is ten times harder. The ashes I carried were the child to whom I gave the gift of life. Mature children should bury old parents and not the reverse. It goes against the laws of natural order. It makes no difference whether the child is two months old or thirty-four years. The pain and sorrow that burden my spirit are unfathomable, and having buried four parents and two children, I know there is no comparison on the depth of sorrow. My thoughts on the ride home from the cemetery dealt mainly with whether I should have known it would happen. What could I have done differently that would have changed this outcome? In my mind, I traced his entire life or at least the part where I was most involved with it.

Blaise always identified more strongly with males from as early as he could recall. His teen idols were the singers Fabian, Dion, Frankie Avalon, and Paul Anka. Connie Francis did nothing for him. Neither did Annette, even when she was a Mouseketeer. As a child, the only Mouseketeers that drew his attention were Bobby and Tommy.

In college, Blaise was assigned to off-campus housing with two other guys. Each had his own bedroom, and pretty much went their separate ways. Blaise’s way was finding and making friends with the swishiest guys he could find and getting them into bed. That was how he met Doug. He was as well built as Blaise, pretty straight acting, with a chest covered in sand-colored hair that Blaise loved to caress. It didn’t take long for some of the guys to figure out that they were more than roommates, though, and the hassling began, but this time Blaise fought back. Judo classes paid off and the warning went out not to mess with him, at least not one on one. Of course, there were religious student groups that were anti-homosexual and they had rallies and posted signs on bulletin boards advising that homosexuals should be shunned by God-fearing souls.

Doug and Blaise were together for over four years, and then Blaise came home early one day and there was Doug, in bed with a blond beach bum-type hitchhiker. Well, that blond was dressed and out the door in under five minutes, and Doug was out the next day. You don’t tug on Superman’s cape, you don’t spit into the wind, and you don’t pull Blaise’s chain. After the breakup, Blaise learned that Doug had cheated on him from day two and deceived him about his fidelity from day three. He was a regular denizen of adult bookstores and the bus terminal men’s room. If there was a tearoom within twenty-five miles, he knew about it from personal visits. The only thing amazing about the relationship was that he never contracted or gave Blaise a sexual disease.

It was evident that Blaise was not destined to be single. In a span of a few years, Scotty, then Marty, then Damian, and then Dan became a part of the family get-togethers. We liked all of them except Marty. He seemed to be a domineering personality, and we were rather relieved when the two of them split up. With Damian, both men seemed happy. They were even planning to build a house together. It probably would have been a lasting relationship if Damian’s job had not transferred him to the West Coast.

But life goes on, and Blaise met Dan Stone, a fellow teacher. Dan appeared the first day dressed to do the dirty work of arranging the room, lugging textbooks from storage, and creating initial day bulletin boards. He was wearing filthy Reeboks, old faded blue jeans and a sweatshirt, and he had no wedding band, not that Blaise checked for that on every male he met – only the hot ones.

From the moment they met, Blaise was truly happy again. The two educators enjoyed going to art galleries, theatre, and concerts together. When Blaise directed the high school play, Dan pitched in building the set and helping with the specialized make-up. They were a team, a true partnership in everything, total cooperation and commitment to each other.

It was just after the beginning of the following year when Dan began to complain about severe headaches and that he was getting tired easily. That was the beginning of something no one expected.

“Life Among the Nasties”, a heartfelt story of love, bullying and forgiveness, by Duncan More, is available from Apple, Barnes & Noble, Amazon, Google, All Romance ebooks, Kobo, and Coffeetime Romance.

April 4, 2014 Posted by | ebooks, erotic fiction, erotic romance, love stories, love story, romance | , , , , | Leave a comment

Lucky Strokes

Erotic Romance

Erotic Romance

With green eyes peering out from beneath brunette hair, muscular arms from hours in the swimming pool, broad powerful shoulders, a well-defined muscled chest tapering to a narrow waist accentuated by ribbed abdominal muscles, and long powerful thighs, Kerry has the good looks and body to attract any man or woman. Hanging out in the hot San Diego sun one day, it isn’t long before a man offers him a ride to the beach, and his life is changed forever.

Excerpt:
It was almost 9:00 when they arrived at John’s apartment. The setting sun and the brilliant red sky were being completely engulfed in darkness as they mounted the staircase that led down the outside walkway to Apartment 3C. John unlocked the door and motioned Kerry inside.

Kerry’s eyes quickly wandered over everything. It was a spacious apartment, spartanly decorated. The living room had a two-piece sectional sofa with a glass-topped coffee table in front of it, a 25-gallon fish tank and a La-Z Boy recliner in the far corner, and topping it off were a few pictures of an erotic nature hung on the walls. Off to the left was a small walk-in kitchen with an eating island and three stools thrusting out in the center like a phallic symbol.

A small doorway led to what obviously was the bathroom, and straight ahead was the bedroom. Matching drab brown curtains covered the windows, and the place reeked of simple unadorned masculinity. No frills, no quasi-artistic decorations, just the basics.

“Planning on staying the night?” asked John.

“If you’ll have me.”

“I think that can be arranged.”

Kerry suddenly realized that he knew very little about John. “I don’t mean to be nosy or anything, but I don’t know very much about you. What do you do?”

“I own a small company that does remodeling and home repairs. Keeps me pretty busy year round, but every so often I take a mental health day. Today was one of those days. I’ve lived here for the last two years since I split up with a lover. I hate the gay bar scene, and I prefer to do what I want to do. Is there anything else you would like to know?”

“You got anything to drink?”

“There’s Coke in the refrigerator. Help yourself. Glasses are in the cupboard to the right.”

John walked into the bedroom, stripped off his tank top and threw it into the corner. He turned on the stereo and sat down on the bed to untie his sneakers when Kerry came into the room.

Kerry set the drinks down on the nightstand and awkwardly sat down on the bed. He was unaccustomed to having sex in a bed. He was used to automobile backseats and unlit grassy spots. Beds were foreign. He was even more shocked to discover that he was seated on a waterbed as a wave swayed his body. He had never been on one before and he liked the feeling of it.

John dimmed the lights in the bedroom and crossed around to the other side of the bed. “Don’t worry. As I said, I promise to make this last all night.”

“Lucky Strokes”, a new erotic romance novel by Duncan More, is available from Barnes & Noble, Amazon, Bookstrand, All Romance ebooks, Kobo ebooks, and the Apple iBookstores. Also available in print from Amazon. Our website is http://www.beautobeau.com.

March 21, 2014 Posted by | ebooks, erotic fiction, erotic romance, gay romance, love stories | , , | Leave a comment

Nevada Pines

Erotic Romance

Erotic Romance

Following an over-the-top all gay tour of Europe, Paul settles into his career where he is given free rein to turn rundown properties into gold mines. Thinking outside of the box, he deviates from the norm a little and transforms a desolate place far from the beaten path into a gay resort. With a staff that includes two French hustlers he met in Rome, a blond haired blue eyed Nordic god as a bartender who knows all the right moves, as well as additional staff ready to serve in any capacity, a website where reservations are made at the simple click of a pine tree icon, not to mention the all important lover that Paul met in Europe, NEVADA PINES is born. The premier resort for a romantic weekend, a brief getaway for a night to enjoy the amenities, a discreet hook-up, or a menage with many possibilities, but always classy, NEVADA PINES welcomes you!!

Excerpt:
I was approached by two men who asked if I would be so kind as to take their picture. They were both very good looking and while neither would ever be considered as a model for the cover of a physical fitness magazine, they had the most penetrating brown eyes and the longest eyelashes I had ever noticed. When I agreed, they handed me a camera and wrapped their arms around each other’s waist. I snapped but the flash didn’t fire. They quickly fixed the problem and resumed their pose. This time everything worked perfectly. We chatted briefly and I told them I was from California and here having a good time before starting work.

Evidently the term “having a good time” triggered something because they asked if they could be part of a good time.

“What do you mean?” I naively asked.

“Un ménage a trios,” said the one. I checked them out for a few minutes and felt that I would be totally safe, as I was much stronger than they, but I decided against it. Then I saw them pull the same camera routine on three other guys with no success. They were quite good at hustling. It was a unique ploy. As I sat there sipping my coffee, I got to thinking how erotic it would be having two guys at the same time.

Mustering up the rest of my forgotten French, I hollered, “Garcon, ici!”

They ignored me at first, until I pulled out my wallet. They sauntered over slowly, knowing the fish was on their hook. “Hotel Central,” I said.

“Wow” said the quiet one.

When we got to the hotel room, they wasted no time shedding their clothes, and then they began to undress me. It was like a synchronized water ballet the way they moved. When we were done and showered, and the finances taken care of, Philippe seemed eager to depart, but the quiet one refused to get dressed. He flopped back on the bed. “I want more,” Pierre responded in English for my benefit. I obliged. Philippe stood watching for a few minutes and then he came over, climbed on the bed and simply said, “No charge this time.”

*****

Wednesday was the day. Bill was coming. I put clean sheets on the bed, knowing full well they would be destroyed by the next morning. I tidied up everything. I dusted, I vacuumed, I washed, I wiped, I scrubbed. And then it was off to the airport. We were at the terminal by 7:00 p.m. with an hour to wait, which turned into two hours since the plane was held up in Salt Lake City by a severe thunderstorm. I knew the travel gods were teasing me on purpose, increasing my frustration at waiting to see my beloved. But finally there he was – live and in person. I couldn’t wait to get my arms around him in a hug. Right there in the airport, he planted the biggest kiss he could on my lips, and it felt wonderful.

Bill might have been exhausted from eighteen hours of air travel, but he never showed it for a moment. He was as hot for me as I was for him. Barely was the hotel room door closed and a ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign hanging on the outside doorknob before the buttons on my shirt went flying across the room as he literally ripped my shirt open. It was pure animal lust between the two of us.

“Nevada Pines”, a new erotic romance novel by Duncan More, is available from Barnes & Noble, Amazon, Bookstrand, All Romance ebooks, Kobo ebooks, and the Apple iBookstores. Also available in print from Amazon. Our website is http://www.beautobeau.com.

March 7, 2014 Posted by | adventure, ebooks, erotic fiction, erotic romance, gay romance, love stories | , , , | Leave a comment