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Category: Erotica/Gay-Lesbian Erotica/Romance
Description: Mingo McCloud, his lover, Francois, and their son, Ferric, are in Hartford, Connecticut for their best friends' wedding. Mingo and Ferric are carjacked on the way to picking up the brides' wedding cake. Francois, furious that he wasn't there to protect his family, drops the super-secret case he's been working on to take Mingo and Ferric for a quick, sun-drenched trip to his birthplace of St. Martin in the Caribbean. Unbelievably, Mingo and Ferric encounter the same two men who carjacked them in Hartford?and it soon emerges that they are connected to Francois' latest security case. Francois is now hell-bent on revenge, whilst Mingo must deal with long-dormant feelings for his ex-lover, Kaolin, who is on vacation in St. Martin. He wants Mingo back and will do anything to win his heart?even to marry him. But there's another guy hovering, too, hunky FBI agent Sage Brantley, who wants another hot threesome with Mingo and Francois. Who will die? Who will get bedded? Are Mingo and Francois fated to be mated?and were the carjackers' guns made in Taiwan?
eBook Publisher: eXtasy eBooks/eXtasybooks, 2010 2010
eBookwise Release Date: November 2010

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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [99 KB]
Words: 20914
Reading time: 59-83 min.

"No problem," Francois said. "I'll ask Lars where we can find some good eats. Ferric, I want you to stay close to him and Grandma for a few minutes."

"Why?"

"I'm taking Mingo to the men's room for a little...talk."

Ferric grinned. "I'm so sorry I asked."

"You can hold my taser," Francois said. "In fact, I'd feel better if you did. As soon as we get back to Hawaii, I'm teaching you both some good, defensive moves."

"Dad was fantastic," Ferric said. "He stayed calm. He did exactly what they said." Ferric's face went soft. "He told them not to hurt me. He looked after me."

Francois' face went through a myriad of emotions. "That's why I love him, son."

The music changed and Mom and Lars started kicking up their heels on the dance floor.

We all watched them for a moment.

"If Lars acts inappropriate with my favorite lady, I might use the taser," Ferric said and walked toward my jitterbugging mom.

I felt the increase of pressure from Francois on my arm. He steered me to the men's room and into one of the elegant stalls. Heck, the men's rooms here were nicer than most of our house back in Oahu.

"Do you know how much I want you?" I asked Francois as he slammed me up against the wall of the stall.

Passion flared in his eyes.

"Show me."

It was hard to move with my entire body jammed against the wall, but I started with some tongue dancing, kissing him in earnest. He responded to my kisses, his tongue all over mine. I clung to him, feeling safer than I had since I'd gotten out of our bed that morning. He always made me feel safe. I got a flash of the gunman's weapon in my face and blocked the image. With my body immobile, my hands were free to roam under my lover's Aloha shirt. His skin was warm and soft. I stroked his nipples and I felt his breath catching in his throat as he kissed me.

I undid his shirt buttons and he released me long enough to let me undo the fly of his new black wedding pants. He wore the black boxer briefs I'd picked out for him that morning. His massive cock jutted to the right, straining the fabric. I grinned. The word Mingo was stitched in red across the piss flap. I liked knowing that raging cock was all mine.

Pushing the underpants down, I bent, greeting his cock with my lips. He stood, legs splayed, arms against the wall, as I frisked his cock, crouched between his pooled pants. Somebody came into the stall beside us and took an extra-long piss. We tried not to make any noise, but I'm not the quietest cocksucker in the world and this was the cock I loved. I slurped on my man with gusto. The guy next door paused.

"Jesus Christ," he said and shuffled out of the stall.

"I think that was Mele's father," Francois said, making me laugh around his cock.

"Get up, Mingo."

He helped me to my feet, my mouth slick with his juices.

"I want you to come in my mouth," I said.

He opened his mouth in protest, but my lips closed around his right nipple and his head went back in pleasure.

I went back to work on his cock. Its head was spongy, sweet, the shaft rigid and yet, satiny. I could have sucked him all day, but the moment I sneaked my hand between his balls, letting the pads of my fingertips massage his ball sac, he started to hump my head.

"Oh, Mingo, Mingo, Mingo!"

He shot down my throat like a cannon. I kept him in my mouth, pleased to have brought him such joy. I released him, smiling up at him.

And to think that until he met me, Francois had been a toilet-sex virgin.

"You are too much," he said, pulling me into his arms. He glued his mouth to mine and his hands worked fast to release my cock from my pants. He stroked me and kissed me, his mouth at my throat. He bent to suck me as somebody else came into the bathroom.

"Christ, they're still at it."