This is NSFW!
For my first Teaser Tuesday I’m going back to a story I wrote in January of 2016, An Unlikely Romance. Life got in the way so it was set to the side. I’m slowly going through completed manuscripts and deciding what’s worth publishing and what’s not. I adore Casey (aka ‘Tom’) so his story needs to be told. I like Brett too but there’s something about Casey’s cockiness and his ‘take no b.s.’ attitude.
The way I described An Unlikely Romance to my friend as I was writing it was as ‘the not quite a rent boy’ story. I think you’ll be able to figure out why.
It’s roughly around 21,000 words at the moment. Some may be added. Some may be removed. Only time will tell.
Below is an excerpt of when Brett and Casey meet the very first time. While Casey would like you to believe that Brett is an old man (his words), he’s actually only 31 to Casey’s 21.
Y’all know me and the age differences. And, hey, what do you know? Brett has black hair and wears glasses. 😉
Everything’s unedited, especially the cover, so keep that in mind as you read it.
After being burned by love too many times, Brett contents himself by hiring prostitutes whenever he needs to scratch his itch. He can have as much sex as he wants without the silly emotions that always got him in trouble before. But then he meets a rent boy who calls himself Tom. Tom’s no different from the others he’s hired in the past, so why can’t get him out of his head?
Casey isn’t exactly as he appears to Brett, but what could he do? He wanted to have sex with the man so he played the game. What he didn’t expect was to fall in love with the guy. Throw in a little bit of family drama, and the fact that Brett has no clue of who he really is, and these men are destined for trouble. Can they meet in the middle and find what they didn’t even realize they were looking for? Or do they end their so-called business relationship and move on?
I glance across the smoky room and see exactly who I’m looking for. Two men are leaning in close to him so I know I have to make my move before he takes off with one or both of them. I can tell he’s young, maybe early twenties. Around my height of six-feet, he has straight brown hair to his shoulders, tats of designs I can’t identify on his right arm, and two leather bracelets on his left wrist. When I get closer, I see a small hoop in his left ear. He’s wearing a tight purple shirt with skinny jeans and designer sneakers. He’s thin, at around one-sixty, and looks a little more put together than most of the guys I pick up.
Designer shoes? On a rent boy?
I don’t care, nor do I allow myself to think about it for too long. Good looking kid, but even if he wasn’t, it wouldn’t matter. I won’t be paying him for his looks. When I’m only a few feet away, I get his attention. I take two one hundred dollar bills from my front pocket and wave them, my eyes not leaving his. The other two guys are shoved aside as he makes his way to me and takes my arm and starts pulling me toward the back of the bar.
“No. You want the cash, you go with me.”
He stops and glares at me.
“I don’t know you from anybody, man. You could be a serial killer for all I know.”
I pull away from him and take a step back.
“Fine. I’ll find somebody else to take my money.”
I’ve not made it two steps before he’s grabbing my arm again.
“Maybe I’ll take my chances.”
I ignore him and keep walking, not doubting for a second that he’ll follow. We climb in the backseat of the first cab we see and a few minutes later we’re exiting outside of the cheap motel room I rented for the night. Inside, I order him to strip. He kicks off his shoes and unsnaps his tight jeans.
“Why do you have to pay someone? It’s not like you’re ugly or anything. You’re actually kinda hot. I’ve always had a thing for dudes who wear glasses.”
“Just shut up and do what you’re getting paid to do.”
“Ah, that’s why. You’re an asshole.”
I don’t say anything. I just watch as he kicks his jeans off, leaving him standing there in tight blue briefs and his bright purple shirt.
“That’s why you have to pay someone,” he continues. “If you were a nice guy, maybe you’d be able to get it for free. Hell, maybe even have a boyfriend or something. With that attitude? No wonder you have to skulk around in shady bars and pay guys to get laid.”
“What part of shut up did you not get, kid?”
He shrugs his shoulders and removes his shirt and briefs and throws them on the floor with his other clothes. He crawls on the bed and gets on his hands and knees, his ass on display.
“What’s your name?” I ask him.
“Sure it is.”
He looks at me over his shoulder and smirks.
“Tell me yours and I’ll tell you mine.”
“Tom it is then, though I think I like Tommy better.”
“That’s a kid’s name.”
He wiggles his ass.
“Spank me again, daddy!” he says on a laugh.
I almost grin, but somehow manage to stop myself.
I remove my shirt and pants quickly and crawl on my knees on the bed behind him. My hands slide up and down his back before I grip his hips and rub my wet dick up and down his ass crack.
“No condom, no deal. I don’t care how much money you’ve got.”
I rock my dick against him.
“I won’t fuck you without a rubber, so shh.”
His face goes down on the bed and he pushes his ass back, squeezing my cock between his ass cheeks. I continue teasing him for a few minutes before it gets to be too much for me. I pull back and grab my jeans off the floor and remove a strip of condoms and a some small packets of lube from the front pocket. I toss them next to him on the bed.
He glances at them.
“Seriously? You think you’ve got enough, old man? How many times do you think I’m gonna let you do me for a measly two hundred bucks? And no offense, but with your age, I doubt you’ve got a second round in you until tomorrow sometime and I’ll be long gone by then.”
I roll a condom over my dick and squeeze lube on my fingers. When I lightly circle his asshole with my fingers he jumps.
I try not to laugh, but I can’t help it. I disguise it as a cough.
I don’t take a lot of time prepping him, just a couple of fingers fucking his ass for a few minutes. He seems eager so I squeeze lube on my dick and grip his hips and line up. I don’t hesitate before I’m slowly pushing the head of my cock inside.
While waiting for his body to relax, I say roughly, “Don’t touch your dick. Don’t grind against the bed. You don’t cum. Got it?”
“I didn’t come here just for you to get off.”
He tries to turn to look at me, but I use my left hand to push his face back on the bed.
“You can’t cum until I say so.”
I think I hear him mumble “dick wad” but I can’t be certain. Either way, it helps take away the sudden urge to get inside him in one thrust – for a few seconds anyway.