An Excerpt from My Work in Progress

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My next MM romance is going to be a full-length novel, with a supernatural theme. Here’s a snippet.

He hadn’t seen the hot guy from along the corridor since he’d moved in, but he’d thought about him a lot. On his first evening in the new flat he’d stripped naked and lay on the sofa, wanking as he gazed out of the window, thinking about his neighbor in his tight black shorts. Fantasizing about kneeling in front of him, as he stood with his key in the lock to his front door, pulling down those shorts and breathing in the smell of fresh sweat, taking the guy’s thick hard cock into his mouth and swallowing it to the root. He’d come in several powerful gushes before the fantasy could progress any further.

            But as he’d showered the vision of the gorgeous runner had stayed with him, his moody stare, those muscular arms and legs, his pert butt, displayed to perfection in his shorts.

            Toby grew hard and massaged his dick through his jeans. Maybe he should just pop over to the guy’s apartment, introduce himself. It would be the neighborly think to do. But the memory of that hostile gaze made Toby reconsider. Fantasizing was one thing, but that look had not been an inviting one. Somehow this all just made him more attractive and Toby pulled his cock out through his now open fly an began to jerk off. This time he took longer, careful not to come before he had stripped his fantasy lover naked and shed his own clothes. They fucked in the corridor, Toby taking his neighbor from behind, pushing him against the door to his apartment, their bodies pounding against the wood.

            Just as orgasm began to encroach, someone rang the bell to his flat. Toby swore and gripped the base of his cock until orgasm subsided, creeping backwards and taking that wonderful warm feeling with it.

            It was Albert who stood in the corridor, not, as Toby had hoped, his sexy neighbor.

            “I brought you this to say welcome to Darkwater House,” said he old man, holding out a bottle of red wine. “I meant to bring it yesterday, but it was a particularly exciting episode of The Great British Bakeoff and it completely slipped my mind.”

            Toby looked at the bottle, considered refusing it and saying he didn’t really drink, but suddenly the cold glass was clutched in his hand and he was thanking Albert for the kind gesture. He hoped his landlord wouldn’t expect to be invited in to share the offering.

            “Don’t forget to call if there is anything you need,” said Albert. “Did you get the Wifi sorted?”

            “Not yet,” said Toby, “But an engineer is coming tomorrow to fit a router. Reception here is terrible so it will be good to get it up and running.”

            “Jolly good,” said Albert, edging backwards. “Well, enjoy the wine.”

            As Albert walked back towards the lift the door to flat five opened and the handsome runner stepped into the corridor, once again dressed in black shorts and a vest top. Toby hovered in his doorway drinking in the sight of his beautiful neighbor, reliving his fantasy of earlier, aware of the precum leaking through his briefs from the wank that had got cut short. 

            “Good evening, Sean, how are you?” asked Albert as he passed the man.

            So, now Toby had a name—Sean. It suited him. When he next fantasized about him, Toby could murmur that name to himself as he jerked off.

            “Hi,” Sean replied to Albert. “How are you?”

            He had a soft Northern Irish accent and his voice was deep and masculine.

            “Muddling along,” called Albert disappearing around the corner.

            Toby took a deep breath and said: “Hi, I’m your new neighbor.”

            Sean looked in Toby’s direction and nodded, before heading towards the stairs.

            That went well, thought Toby, closing his front door with a sinking heart.

If you enjoy reading sexy stuff, please check out my male/male erotic romance novellas The Black Mask and Hard Lessons. They are available direct from the publisher’s website or from Amazon UK and Amazon USA, and other online sellers.

Published by Samuel King

Samuel King is London born and bred, and spent his twenties and thirties hanging out on the London gay scene, mixing with some true characters and even finding romance on a few occasions. Now more likely to be found eating in a nice restaurant on a Saturday night than clubbing, he also enjoys reading across many genres, and watching films—especially old horror films and romantic comedies. His erotic male/male tales are available direct from the Pride Publishing website and most online retailers.

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