Papi by J. P. Barnaby coming August 10th from Dreamspinner Press
Kyle Lang just got out of a marriage that lasted too goddamned long. He’d known when he married her that he shouldn’t have. For the last few years, he’s been haunted by daydreams showing him the perfect feel of another man’s skin. The problem is, the bar scene isn’t working so well for him. When Kyle picks up Jesse, an eighteen-year-old illegal who turns tricks for cash, he finally finds the scratch for that desperate itch. For Jesse, who is only gay for pay to support his sister, it is the first time he’s ever been aroused by the touch of another man. The consequences will change his whole world.
The supplicant boy shifted on his knees and Kyle felt one small hand wrap around the base of his erection, stroking in time with the mouth. Another hand joined in, an exciting accompaniment to the melodic pulsing rhythm of sucking and stroking, making Kyle’s heart race. Kyle spread his legs further as his balls were stroked, a delicate finger rubbing behind them as his toes curled inside his shoes. Nothing had ever felt as good as the kid’s mouth and hands.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” Kyle moaned as the arrangement of lips and hands changed. He could almost see the kid’s soft pink tongue snaking out from between swollen lips to tease and massage his tender balls. Using one hand to hold Kyle’s rigid cock out of the way, Jesse used the other to rub behind them as he continued to suck. Wandering fingers came dangerously close to sliding between Kyle’s buttocks, but never quite moved that far. It shocked him to realize how much he wanted that.
Kyle’s legs shook with the effort of standing. It had never been like this, not with his hook-ups, not with old girlfriends, not even with his wife. Squeezing his eyes closed, he tried to push back the regrets and anger he felt for denying that part of himself for so long. If he hadn’t been such a pussy, he would have told his family that marrying Evelyn was a bad idea. Unfortunately, he had been young and stupid and had allowed the sham to happen. For his own comfort and dignity, he had let it continue to go on for far too long. Picking up the boy had been exactly what he’d needed.
Finally, Kyle felt like everything had fallen into place.
All at once, he started taking quick little shallow breaths. His body was starting to tighten, and a low desperate moan forced its way from his parted lips. The boy stopped abruptly, pulling back. At first Kyle thought he’d moved to avoid the jizz, but realized that he’d moved to prevent Kyle from reaching that point.
“Not yet, papi,” the boy told him, amusement clear in his voice. Slowly getting to his feet, Jesse pushed Kyle’s shoulder with just enough gentle pressure to turn him and get the older man to sit on the side of the sagging queen-sized bed. Trying not to think about what kinds of stains soiled the surface of the bedspread, Kyle began to lift his leg to pull off the rumpled jeans, but Jesse beat him to it. Resting a hand on the older man’s knee, he knelt again to pull at the laces of Kyle’s shoes. With unhurried but deliberate purpose, Jesse undressed Kyle, who marveled at the kid’s customer service skills. That thought nearly forced a nervous chuckle out of Kyle as Jesse stood before the naked man and toed out of his own shoes before shucking the ripped and battered jeans. Several condoms and a packet of lube were partially visible in Jesse’s hand.
Kyle got a wonderful view of the kid’s body as he crawled onto the bed past him and lay on his stomach, tousled black hair fanning across his arms as he rested his head on the pillow.
“Cojeme, papi,” Jesse said quietly, looking back over his shoulder. The small smile playing on his lips was fucking sexy.
“What does that mean?” Kyle asked as he moved to lay almost completely on top of the boy, his hard cock pressing against the soft skin of Jesse’s ass, rubbing insistently against the left cheek.
“It means ‘fuck me’,” the boy moaned, pushing up into Kyle’s slow grind.
Papi (c) Copyright 2011 - J. P. Barnaby
Cover images (c) Copyright 2011 - Kent Taylor Photography
Cover model: Parker Perry
Cover artist: AngstyG