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Category: Erotica/Gay-Lesbian Erotica/Gay Fiction
Description: For straight jock Mike Vickers, a chance meeting on the beach with another young man named Eric opened up a new world of possibilities. Until then, Mike's entire existence revolved around girls, football, and the hope of winning an athletic scholarship, but his growing friendship with Eric, and his unexpected sexual attraction to the man, awakened his true nature and ushered in a summer of forbidden passion.

But just when Mike began to embrace his newfound happiness, disaster struck, dashing all of his plans for the future and tearing the men apart.

Now, a decade later, the men reconnect. And it soon becomes clear that although circumstances have changed, their feelings for one another remain as strong as ever. Will they be able to keep their first true love alive in the present, or is it fated to be only a memory of happiness lost?

Genres: Gay / Contemporary / Sports & Athletes
eBook Publisher: Amber Quill Press, 2011
eBookwise Release Date: March 2012

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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [117 KB]
Words: 26299
Reading time: 75-105 min.

"I don't know, Eric. It all sounds pretty queer to me."

"Jerking off sounds queer?"

"No, not exactly. It's just that I've never jerked off except when I'm all alone. I've sure as hell never jerked off with another guy."

"I'm not going to tell anyone. Hell, I don't know anyone around here except you."

"I don't know, man."

"Trust me, you'll never be able to corral that beast back into your shorts until you relieve some of the tension. You could hurt yourself."

"Yeah, maybe." It was true. I'd never get my cock under wraps while it was like this. The damned thing was harder now than when we'd started this dumb conversation. I looked down. It jutted up at a jaunty angle, and clear drool was already starting to ooze out of my pisshole.

"So, what are you going to do?" I looked over at Eric. He was standing only a couple of feet away from me.

"I'm going to join you." I took a step back. "Relax, Mike. I'm not going to touch you, if that's what you're afraid of."

"I'm not afraid." I didn't know exactly what the hell I was feeling, but it wasn't fear.

"Good. Neither am I." He gripped his stiffer in his left hand and started to stroke it.

I followed suit and soon we were both really going at it. I had my eyes closed at first, figuring I should fantasize about some hot chick, but I soon gave up on that. Instead I watched my fist pump up and down on my cock while I sneaked occasional glances at Eric. Every time I looked at him, he was looking back at me. It didn't slow me down at all.