Awakening: Gay Erotic Tales #1: Gay Erotica

by Gavin E. Black

Awakening - Gavin E. Black - Gay Erotic Tales
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ISBN: 978-0-987964-06-9
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An unbelievable, hot, lust-filled first time

Connor hadn't intended on hooking up with anyone at the beach. But ever since his girlfriend had dumped him a week ago, he'd decided to stop lying to himself. So when Jake, the hot and sexy DJ from the club Crush started cruising him, Connor knew this was going to be the guy.

Jake was going to be his first.

ALWAYS FREE!

Previously published as MY FIRST BUT NOT MY LAST

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It was my brother's idea to head to the beach. Something I wouldn't have agreed to normally. I hated the beach. Too hot, too sandy, and too damn boring. I would be happier holed up in my room, fucking around on my computer, but he'd insisted, saying I needed to get out of the house. Apparently, my period of moping around after being dumped by my girlfriend, Amy, was over.

"Andrew, do I have to do this?" I asked. "I'd rather stay home."

"I know you'd rather stay home," replied Andrew. "And that's why the guys and I are taking you to the beach."

I rolled my eyes in resignation.

"Hey, Connor," my brother's friend Matt shouted as he banged on the outside of my bedroom window, startling me, then slid into the apartment through it.

"Fucking goon," I said, then shoved him. "Ever heard of a door?"

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It was a never-ending playground environment. My brother, Andrew, is four years older than me, chronologically, but mentally, him and his buddies are stuck somewhere in their teenaged years. Me at twenty-two …their behavior was beyond annoying.

"Are we ready to go?" asked Matt as he ruffled my hair.

Fuck that pissed me off when he did that. I wasn't a kid anymore. Yes, I was currently sharing an apartment with my brother, completely rent free, including food, but I was between jobs. It happens to the best of us. Me a little more than others. Being a bartender in a resort town where tourists ebbed and flowed with the seasons, didn't guarantee steady employment.

I smacked Matt's hand away.

"Fuck off, Matt," I said.

"Oh …the princess is touchy this morning," Matt said as he danced around behind me.

They'd never let me forget it. I was five years old at the time, and they'd dressed me up in one of my sister's princess costumes, tiara and all, and taken me door to door to dance for the neighbors. I hadn't thought anything of it at the time. I was a little kid. A little kid that desperately wanted to please his big brother.

When our mom came home from work and found out, she'd freaked out and grounded Andrew for a week. It was then that I realized my brother and his friends were making fun of me. I'd never fully trusted Andrew after that.

"Where's Gary?" Andrew asked.

Matt lifted the beach towel off my bed and swung it at my head, almost knocking me over. Today was going to be all shits and giggles. I could see it now.

"He's in the car," Matt replied. "Let's go."

The ride to the beach was predictably noisy, with the stereo blasting obnoxious, top forties crap, far too loud for the cheap tinny speakers in Gary's car.

I settled into my seat and stared out the window. Amy dumping me had done a real number on me. Not that I'd been in love with her, but we'd known each other since middle school, and I'd assumed she'd always be there. It felt strange without her, as if an arm was missing.

I grunted as a hand clocked the back of my head.

Fucking morons.

"Get out, sleepyhead," Andrew said to me. I hadn't noticed that we'd pulled into the parking lot.

"So, which way to the hot babes?" Matt said as he checked up and down the beach. It was still relatively early, so the sand wasn't crowded yet. We had our pick of decent spots.

"What do you think, buddy?" Gary said to me. "See anything you like?"

"I don't know," I replied and sighed. "Amy and her friends used to park themselves right here near the showers ..."

"For fuck's sake, Connor," Andrew said, shoving me. "Let her go, would you? Amy wasn't right for you. You need to move on."

I lowered my gaze. "I know."

"Let's set up somewhere else," Gary suggested, pointing to where a large group of girls were spreading out their towels. "Over there …before anyone else claims them."

He elbowed me roughly. "You don't mind, do you?"

I shrugged my shoulders and slung my towel around my neck. My brother and his friends were hot enough to pull in any girls they wanted, and I mean any girls, but they were complete assholes to even the nicest of them once they'd picked them up. Miraculously, the girls they ended up with rarely seemed to notice. Or maybe they just didn't care…

I followed along and set my towel up a little distance from theirs. I didn't want to be associated too closely with them.

"Are you going to be alright?" Andrew asked as he stood over my outstretched body and dropped a bottle of cold water onto my towel. He crossed his arms. He was expecting an answer.

I slid my sunglasses on and rolled over onto my stomach. "I'll be fine. Now get the fuck out of my sun."

"Fuck you."

I closed my eyes. We'd had our differences over the years, but Andrew had been there for me after I lost Amy. The guy might have a heart after all.

I raised my head, resting my chin on my hands, and smiled over at him. He smiled back at me and flipped me the fuck you finger. Ah, yes, brotherly love …priceless.

As it turned out, the sun was what I needed. My tan had taken a serious hit, because of my self-imposed quarantine, and this felt damn good, the smell of tanning lotion and fries transporting me back to simpler times. Growing up in a beach resort meant a lot of time spent on the sand, first with my family, then friends…

I sighed. Then with Amy.

Fucking get over it.

"Hey, your back is burning," a guy's voice stated softly above me.

"I must've fallen asleep," I said as I rolled over onto my back and propped myself up on my elbows. I blinked to clear my vision. My initial view consisted of a pair of extremely tanned bare feet, adorned in those braided friendship bracelets you saw swarms of people wearing.

Then I looked up.

Holy fuck …and yummy.

The guy staring down at me …my age, and seriously hot, in a gorgeous and sultry kind of way. He looked familiar.

"Do I know you from somewhere?" I asked as I willed my cock to behave itself. Lying stretched out on my back in a pair of flimsy swim shorts was not the best cover.

"Name's Jake."

Jake brushed his hand up through his hair and my heart almost stopped. The action had revealed the thick, dark patch of hair under his arm, and caused his pecs to flex deliciously.

"I disc jockey over at Crush," Jake continued. "I saw you there the other night." His face lit up with a smile that restarted my sputtering heart and predictably warmed my balls. "You were pretty enthralled with what I was doing."

I allowed a small gasp of a laugh to escape. Yeah, that's definitely where I'd seen him before.

The night Amy dumped me, before she'd dumped me, we'd gone to Crush to do some drinking and dancing. I'd spent most of the night ogling the DJ instead, something Amy brought up, repeatedly, whilst screaming at me in the parking lot afterward.

Before she'd taken off in her car, Amy had told me she knew, that she'd probably always known, and I that needed to stop lying to myself.

I knew my attraction to guys ran way deep. Far deeper than I'd ever cared to admit, but how do you stop doing something you've done all your life?

Pretending to be straight had eclipsed every other aspect of my life for as long as I could remember.

So how do I stop?

I studied Jake's face watching me…

Fuck, he was hot, and I was single again.

I smiled.

Jake is how you stop lying to yourself.

"I do a bit of mixing myself." I blushed, embarrassed I'd even mentioned it, but I needed to say something. "Nothing like what you do at the club, of course."

"So, that's what you were staring at the other night at the club?" Jake grinned. "My mixing board?" He wasn't buying it, and I was glad he wasn't.

I let my gaze wander freely over his body, enjoying the way his little, fuchsia shorts clung to his sleek thighs, and cupped tight to his cock and balls, the ridge of his cockhead clearly visible…

"Yeah …no," I said and laughed, unable to peel my gaze away from Jake's hand as he swept it across his smooth muscular chest, then thumbed one of his nipples.

I licked my lips.

"Do you want to get out of here?" Jake asked. "I live in that house right there." He pointed to an estate bordering the beach. "We could get out of the sun."

I nodded silently, sprung to my feet, and grabbed my towel to shield the rest of the beach from being subjected to my growing erection. I'd never been with a guy before, aside from a few drunken make-out sessions, but my nervousness didn't appear to be having a detrimental effect on what Jake's hard gorgeous body was doing to mine.

My cock pulsed against my body, seeking to escape from the mesh prison of my swim shorts.

Fucking hell …what am I going to tell my brother?

"Andrew," I said, tossing a heap of sand at my brother's chest with my foot. "I'm going to take off for a while."

"Sure," Andrew said and opened his eyes. His gaze drifted between Jake and me. "Where are you going?"

"Jake here is a DJ …he's going to show me his equipment."

A blinding flush rose in my face.

I hadn't meant to say it quite like that, but the slip amused my brother immensely.

"His equipment, hey?" Andrew said, smirking.

"Fuck off, Andrew," I replied. I wanted to cross my arms in annoyance, but my hard-on wasn't in the mood to wane, so I kept my towel clenched in front of my body instead.

Andrew's expression changed and became serious. "Sorry, but you walked right into that." He looked at Jake and sighed, then returned his attention to me. "Alright, so I'll see you later." He reached for my leg and brushed his hand along it, lingering at my ankle.

"Play safe, alright?" he whispered, staring up at me.

"Yeah, sure …," I replied, mildly confused. My brother had never given me any indication he knew I liked guys.

Gary snorted in amusement and tucked his hand behind his head. Under his breath, he muttered the word finally, sending Matt into a fit of quiet giggles.

Fuck, does everyone know?

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About the Author

Gavin E. Black is the Gay Erotica persona of LGBTQ Fiction author Leigh Jarrett, because every girl needs a naughty alter ego.

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