I want to thank Tulia who drew the picture of me above. A year ago, with the help of Powerone, I wrote my first story, "The Diary", in two parts. It was posted on Powerone's website, Literotica and other sites. I got such fabulous response, that I thought I should write a novel. I hope you like it as much as my first story, but it is a completeley different type of story.
Could A Heterosexual Male Sexually Satisfy Another Man? Would He?
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Everything told Steven that he should cut and run, but his heart told him something different. He had been running from one lover to another for years, but he never found the man that would steal his heart.
David needed a new contractor to finish his kitchen that the contractor from Hell had begun or his wife would kill him. Steven didn’t need the work, but the minute he set eyes on David, he knew he had to have him.
No one would have ever expected the two of them to be drawn together in such a way, especially David’s wife or even David himself. Could Steven show David the pleasure that only another man could give him? David found that he liked a man that was dominating, but was afraid as Steven took him deeper into a relationship that David could never explain. Would David surrender willingly, or would Steven have to fall back onto tight bondage to seduce David into succumbing?
Steven took it slow, romancing David at the same time he pushed the limits. The first touch, the first kiss, each time David surrendering to Steven’s demanding passion. Could a heterosexual male sexually satisfy another man? Would he? Can Steven steal the heart of David from his wife and make him his own or would Steven go back to searching for his eternal mate?
EXCERPT
Chapter 1
Kitchen from Hell
The kitchen remodel was not going well and Emily was giving him hell every night when he got home. The contractor was neither interested nor experienced even though he had half of their money. What started out to be an eight-week job would take all year at the rate they were going, if they every finished.
“Look at this, David. The kitchen’s a mess each day when they leave, and the work is terrible. They can’t even get corners to meet.” Emily was sick of this, the men rude, staring at her as if she were a piece of meat, almost fearing for her safety at times.
“I’ll talk to them tomorrow before I go to work.” He sat down on the couch, staring at the plastic hanging down from the ceiling, blocking out the ugliness of the kitchen remodel from Hell.
“You did that last week and nothing changed. You have to do something.” She looked at David, handsome, strong, but it was as though he had no backbone. He wasn’t that way at work, or at least she didn’t think so, but when he was with her, he was as meek as a mouse, especially with other men. He always backed down from confrontation.
“I said I’ll take care of it, and I will. What’s for dinner?”
“Microwave dinner, since I don’t have a kitchen to cook in,” she said snidely. They ate dinner in silence.
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Joe snarled back at David. “My men are doing a good job. Your wife is just being picky. If you don’t like my work, hire someone else to finish up the job. But, there is no refund, I got lots of money already out on this job. In fact, I was going to talk to you about the next twenty-five percent advance. I need it to continue.”
David hated to think about hiring another contractor and throwing good money after bad if the new one wasn’t any better. “I’ll get back to you in a day or so, but make sure the place is clean every night when you leave.” He heard the snide comment that Joe said behind his back as he walked out to go to work.
David got to work, walking around to the construction going on with the back offices. It was nothing like his job, this one almost looked like they scrubbed the floors every night. It was a little noisy during the day, but besides that, there was no dust, no workmen running around and no tools left to trip over.
After he had his coffee, David walked to the back to see what was going on at the construction site again. There were five men working, and working they were, not talking and having coffee. Then David saw him, how could you miss him. He had to be the boss by the way the other men talked to him. They talked out of respect to each other, not like Joe, always driving home snide remarks. He was wearing jeans, work boots and a flannel shirt that was unbuttoned, a tee shirt clinging to his chest beneath it. It was strange, David looking at him differently. He had black wavy hair, slight stubble on his face in spite of it being early in the morning and chiseled features on a tanned face that had been in the sun too long. He was handsome, positive that he had no problems getting women. David should have looked away then, but he didn’t. His gaze followed down to his chest, muscles rippling beneath the tight-fitting tee shirt, but it were his arms and legs that impressed David the most. They were so muscular, his jeans so tight that David could see his thigh muscles ripple as he moved. David blushed when he found his eyes glued to the front of his pants, his prick etched in the tight-fitting jeans. He was ashamed, never looking at a man that way before.
Steven could sense it, looking around the job site to see who was there. He saw him in the doorway, his eyes glued to Steven. Steven looked at him, expecting to lock eyes, but his eyes were staring down farther. Steven was sure that it was his jeans he was staring at. He looked at him, David was his name. He had seen him often since Steven took this contract. He was an account executive, a neat blue suit, white shirt with black shoes; only the brightly colored tie set him apart from a dozen others like him in this firm. His sandy blonde hair was long for an executive, a strong chin and tanned face made him look so handsome, but it was his lips that drew Steven. They were full and sensuous, the thought of Steven’s lips touching his lips made his cock grow erect. He was almost six feet, fit, not like some of the other account executives. He took care of his body. It had been a long time for Steven, almost six months since he had a lover, even a casual lover. He watched as David walked out, but he expected him to come back. He wanted something. Could it be me that he wanted?
David went into the Operations Manager’s office before lunch. “How do you like the crew that is doing the office remodel, Frank?”
“They are the best I have ever seen. This is the fourth job that I’ve given Steven, and he has never disappointed me. His workers even like him, and that’s important, otherwise they are always out and the job gets behind.”
“Is he a big firm that only does commercial jobs?” David was sure that if he were that good, he wouldn’t want to do residential work.
“Your kitchen remodel going bad, David?” He could see it in his eyes. “Emily giving you trouble?”
“Yeah, my contractor sucks. I’d like to fire him, but then I will be stuck with a half-finished kitchen and half of my money gone.”
“Talk to Steven, he’s a great guy. Maybe he will help you out.”
“Thanks, I will.” He left Frank and went back to work. He waited until the end of the day, grabbing his briefcase. He went to the back office, the other workers walking out, Steven putting the last of the tools away. David stood in the doorway, partially hidden, staring at him for a moment. He stared at his hands, large powerful hands. What am I doing, he’s a man? He walked into the room, Steven looking up and smiling at him.
“Hello, Steven. You don’t know me, but I was wondering if you have a minute.”
“David, isn’t it?” Steven stood up, feeling his cock begin to stir. He would have naturally reached down to rearrange it in his pants, but it felt almost obscene to do it in front of David.
David was surprised that he knew his name. “Yes, I didn’t think you knew who I was.”
“I guess I have been here too long.” His cock grew harder when he stared into David’s blue eyes. “I’ve seen you around a lot.”
“I was talking to Frank, and he speaks highly of your work. I’ve seen how you and your men work together like a well-oiled machine. I was wondering if you did residential work also.”
“Are you looking to do some remodeling, David?” Steven only did residential for close friends, but he might make an exception for David.
“I’m actually in the middle of one now that is not going well.” He could see the look on his face, many contractors not liking to jump into the middle of a job that might require them to start over from the beginning.
“You’ll have to tell me more before I can answer you. I was just about to leave and have a beer around the corner. Care to join me, and you can tell me your story?” The bar around the corner was not where he usually drank, but his bar would probably freak out David.
It wasn’t that Emily was cooking anything for dinner, David deciding not to even call her. If he were successful, she’d be happy that he found a new contractor. “I would love a beer. It’s been a tough day.”
Steven grabbed his tools, locking them in the storeroom for the night. “Let’s go, I always love a nice cold beer after a hard day at work.”
Steven held the door open for David when they went outside, the night cool and crisp. They went to O’Flannery’s, an Irish pub around the corner, but there were never many Irishmen drinking there, more of a hangout after a long day at work for many of the businessmen who worked downtown. Steven had to hold back the urge to put his arm around David’s waist and escort him. They walked in, and Steven found a small table in the back, out of the din of the bar, quieter and more private. The waitress was quick. “Two Buds,” Steven automatically ordered them out of habit. She was quick, dropping them off and disappearing from sight.
Steven couldn’t take his eyes off of David as he put the bottle to his lips, foregoing the glass that was left. His lips curled around the bottle, Steven’s cock growing harder at the thought of David’s lips pursed around his prick. Steven took a swig of beer, his throat parched. “So what’s your story?”
The beer actually tasted good, David not much of a drinker. It was strange the way the Steven looked at him, especially as he drank. Steven had almost finished his beer in one swig. “I have a condo about five miles from here. I wanted to gut the kitchen and modernize it, granite countertops, top of the line cabinets, tile floor and stainless steel appliance. I got four bids, even checked out their references before I took one. He wasn’t the cheapest, but the references were impeccable. It was supposed to take eight weeks, but it’s been six weeks and it looks worse each day.”
My first story is called "The Diary". It is a diary of Jessie and her first boyfriend. Jessie is shy, finally getting her
first boyfriend in college. Steven is sweet, gentle and an inexperienced as Jessie. Together they discover the joy of first love.
But Steven's father is a military General, a man that is used to being obeyed and not questioned. And he sees something in Jessie.
