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Tuesday Taste – Number 5 Fallic Circle: Apartment 3C: Darrell and Bob

Fallic Circle 1_cvrEnjoy this fun taste of one of my 2014 releases! Apartment 3C: Darrell and Bob – June 2014

Love means never having to say I killed you by mistake!

Residents of a gay apartment complex struggle to find love and harmony in a chaotic environment. Book 1 focuses on Darrell and Bob, residents of Apartment 3C.


“Honey, I’m home.”

Darrell quickly spit toothpaste into the sink and dried his mouth. “Coming.” He grinned as he headed toward the bedroom door. Bob was gonna be so pleased. He pumped his already-hard dick a few times as he walked toward the door and stopped, leaning against the frame.

Bob settled his keys into the dish on the table by the door and scrubbed a hand over his face. Poor baby, Darrel thought. He worked so hard. It was time he had some fun. “Hi, lover.”

Bob’s head came around and a tired smile spread on his face until he spotted Darrell, buck naked, his steely erection wrapped in Bob’s favorite treat. “I made snacks.”

“Is that prosciutto wrapped around your dick?”

Darrel couldn’t help noticing that Bob was less than enthusiastic. “It is. I thought you might be hungry.” Was it Darrel’s imagination or did Bob look like he wanted to cry? Poor dear was just so touched.

“Yummy. Let me just get a shower first, okay?”

Darrell felt his smile droop. “Oh. Sure. You want a beer?”

“No. Just a shower.” Bob moved past him, avoiding his gaze as he hurried toward the bathroom. Darrell frowned, watching the other man start to pull off his clothes. Something was wrong. Darrell had been feeling it for weeks. They’d been so happy together, their lives busy and satisfying and their sex life amazing. And then, one day Bob had come home early from work, depressed and angry, and he’d been cool toward Darrell ever since.

Darrell was really starting to get worried. What if Bob was seeing someone else? Terror wrapped cold fingers around his heart and spurred him to movement. Before he knew what he was doing, Darrell was grabbing Bob around the slim waist and pulling him into a kiss. Bob’s lips were hot, his taste salty, and his breath… Darrell broke the kiss. “You’ve been drinking.”

Bob’s pretty blue eyes shifted away and he reached to turn the shower on. “I stopped for a drink after work. Just one.”

Darrell tried not to panic. He tried not to jump to conclusions. But there was more than beer on Bob’s tongue. Much more. He snapped his lips closed and nodded, watching Bob climb into the shower and stand under the hot water, head down and eyes closed. His hands were clenched at his sides.

Desperate for something to talk about that wasn’t an accusation of infidelity, Darrell leaned against the vanity and pulled a piece of ham off his dick, nibbling it nervously. He’d always eaten too much when he was nervous or upset. He’d been a veritable blimp after his last break up. “So I met our new neighbor today.”

Bob dropped the bar of soap he’d been rubbing over his adorable brown nipples. He bent to pick it up before responding. “Oh?”

“Yeah. If you can believe it he was naked in the hallway, with this enormous chubby.”

Bob’s mouth came open and he scrubbed water off his face. “Seriously?”

Darrell laughed, lifting a hand. “Scout’s honor.”

Bob snorted. “You were never a boy scout, Dare.”

“Okay, juvenile delinquent’s honor then.”

“What the hell was he doing naked in the hallway?”

“I don’t have any idea. But Klein was there and he was fixing the guy’s shower.” Darrell let his eyebrows dance.

Bob snorted again. “Yeah. Right.” He turned the water off and stepped out of the shower. Darrell handed him a towel. “Thanks. So… I guess Klein is on the roster of the house team?”

“It certainly looks that way. Who would have guessed? Third string though. He must be offering the guy a break in the rent or something.”

Bob shook his head. “It’s the only explanation. Otherwise, what would a young, good-looking guy want with Klein.”

Darrell’s smile fell. “Oh. Did I tell you Stud was good-looking?”

Bob stopped in the middle of drying off and looked at Darrell, something unhappy skittering through his gaze. “You must have, babe. Otherwise how would I know?”

“Right. Yeah.” Darrell laughed. “Of course.”

Bob stepped closer, running a finger over one of Darrell’s nipples. When Darrell shivered with pleasure, the finger started south, taking a tantalizing trail over Darrell’s slightly rounded belly, toward the dancing hard-on between them. The finger stopped and Bob looked up, humor flickering through his gaze. “Where’s my snack?”

Darrell glanced down. All the ham was gone. “Oh, whoops. I guess I nibbled while you showered.”

Bob grabbed his hand, pulling him toward the bed. “You can make it up to me later. Right now, I don’t think I need the snack. I’ve got something even better to taste.”

And just like that, Darrell’s world righted itself. At least for the moment.

Stay tuned for more!


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