Forbidden Cove: A Gay Romance

Forbidden CoveA mysterious newcomer has moved into the old mansion over Forbidden Cove. Sky, a rebellious surfer boy, can’t help but notice the handsome stranger with tanned muscles and golden waves of hair. But innocent attraction turns into passionate seduction as they are pushed together.

Jace is rich, gorgeous, and a skilled surfer. But he keeps his past secret from those who care about him most. No one knows where he came from or why he’s decided to take up residence in the supposedly haunted beach house. Can Sky solve the mystery and unlock Jace’s heart? The two form a sexy affair and are overcome by a riptide of love and lust.

Chapter 1: Sand and Skin

Our tongues thrashed together.

His body on mine filled me with heat hotter than the sun shining down on us. The excitement, so intense, burned me, but like any surfer boy junkie, I needed more.

Underneath him, I swelled until I was coming out the edge of my board shorts. Eric felt my cock against his thigh and grabbed it.

“Ah!” I gasped. His strong hand worked up and down, sending waves of pleasure through my body.

“You want me, don’t you?” he asked in a voice throaty with lust.

“Yeah,” I breathed between strokes, gripping the edges of my beach towel.

“How bad?”

“Insanely bad.” Somehow, it felt like he was going slower. Teasing me. Keeping me right on that edge.

“I’m gonna drive you crazy,” he said, looking into my eyes.

“You sure are,” I said, starting to get annoyed. I put a hand on his round, tan shoulder and gently pushed him down.

“Look at you, horny boy.” He started kissing his way down my abs. “Who’d think you were so bad?” Kisses, wet. “Gay? You’re all mine.”

“Yeah, yeah,” I breathed, my eyes sliding shut and blocking out the blindingly blue sky.

Hot, writhing warmth consumed my dick. My heart pounded in my chest.

Then my phone rang by my head. Jack Johnson.

“Shit.” I looked at the screen.

MOM.

“What?” Eric asked, looking up. “That important?” he reached for my phone. “Next date?”

“My mom. Don’t stop.” I put my hand on the back of his head, lacing my fingers through his wavy, sea-water-dried hair.

With every ounce of will power, I blocked life out and let bliss consume me.

This was my life. Living easy, living at home. Taking that year off before college to “find myself”.

Did finding myself mean fooling around with as many boys as possible? I guess so.

No one knew my little secret, and it was best that way. It was how I got away with late nights with the boys, sleep overs all I wanted. I didn’t think my parents would care either way what gender I slept with, but things were easier this way.

For me, anyways.

In an explosion of ecstasy, I burst into Eric’s mouth.

He lapped up my hot, pulsing pleasure. Every last drop, moaning slavishly how much he liked it. “Mmh.” He worked out the final drops from between my legs as I was gasping on the towel. Dropped my head into the warm sand. “You taste just like the ocean,” he said.

“Wow.”

“Good?”

“Amazing.”

Eric rolled off me, onto his back. He grabbed my phone and looked at the screen to check my missed call. By now, I didn’t care at all.

“How long we been going at this?” he asked.

“I dunno.” I looked up at the blue sky. A seagull lazily coasted overhead. “Maybe a few weeks? Less than a month.”

“When are you gonna tell your parents?”

I laughed.

“What’s so funny about that?”

“Nothing. It’s just… complicated.”

“Your parents are so chill. They’re like the chillest people I know. They wouldn’t even care.”

“I know,” I said, sighing. “It’s just I don’t feel it’s they’re business. Who I fuck. Why would they care?”

“So what?” he said, irritated.

“What?”

Eric rolled his eyes. He swiped his shirt off the sand, shook it out, and slipped it on over his hard muscles. He stood suddenly, blocking the sun from my eyes. “Where’re you going?”

“Am I…?” he looked out at the ocean, struggling to find words. “Just someone you fuck?”

“I… Eric.” Now I stood too. “It’s only been a couple weeks. Give me time.”

“You’ve been screwing guys forever, Sky. This isn’t new.” He grabbed his flip flops. Hoisted his surf board. Trudged up the sand.

“I’m not ready.”

“No. Not ready to be an adult. To treat your boyfriends with respect. Whatever.”

I let him go. He’d be back.

And I felt terrible about it. Eric was a great guy, but I just wasn’t feeling it like that. Not the way he was.

“I’m sorry,” I said, but too quietly. He didn’t hear.

My phone started buzzing again. I grabbed my stuff off the sand and booked it.

“Where the hell’ve you been?” my mom scolded me.

Her white hair was wrapped into a bun. “Bun Mode,” Dad and I called it. A bad sign. You knew Mom was stressed when she put her hair into Bun Mode.

“Sorry, sorry. Fell asleep. Lost track of time.” I grabbed a “McNally Surf” teeshirt off the clothing rack by checkout and threw it on.

“If this were a real job, you’d be fired.” Mom tossed me the binder of consignment forms. I caught it deftly.

“This is a real job.” I smiled, trying to cool her down.

“Working for your parents hardly counts, Sky. Customers waiting for you out back.”

I went out into the parking lot that separated out surf shop from our house.

Dad’s garage workshop was all closed up. He was down south for the weekend catching some gnarly waves with his old surfing buddies.

I could’ve been with him, but turned the whole thing down so I could, basically, get my dick sucked by Eric. And now I was picking up some extra shifts.

A guy leaned by a new, red Jeep with boards hanging out the back.

He was gorgeously handsome.

Instinctively I stood up straighter, putting out my well-muscled chest. My eyes went into overdrive, taking in his every feature in a matter of seconds.

Tall, powerful build. Dirty blonde hair pulled into a neat bun. His skin was tanned dark and face perfect. Lady killer, some would say, but he was a Skyler killer too.

As I got closer, I saw his eyes, soft gray-blue like the ocean during a storm. He was young, maybe late twenties, but those eyes looked so much older, full of a quiet intelligence that struck me.

“Skyler?” he said.

“Yeah,” I said. “How’d you know?”

“Heard you mom leaving angry voicemails on the phone for you.” His tone was humorless.

“Oh, yeah. She’s in Bun Mode.”

“What?”

I felt myself wilting under the weight of stupidity. “Nothing. Never mind.” My cheeks turned red.

He went around to the back and grabbed the surfboards he had leaning there.

I followed, kicking myself. Usually I didn’t get so stupid around hot guys. In fact, I was pretty suave, usually.

“These, the, uh, boards you wanted to sell?”

“Obviously.”

Two really old ones. Small too, one pink and the other red. Probably for a petite woman.

My heart shrank. He was straight. “Break up?” I asked, checking each board out.

“What? No.” He looked them up and down, as if he was searching for an answer. “Just cleaning some stuff out.

“Never seen you before. New? Or passing through?” I asked as I inspected the boards for cracks. They were pretty thrashed. Coated in dust. But otherwise workable.

“Just moved in,” he said. “New.”

“Welcome to Forbidden Cove,” I said, with a smile. “It’s not as spooky as the name sounds. Promise.”

The guy smiled a little. The feeling of his blue-gray eyes on me sent shivers of pleasure up my back. I let my gaze on him linger a little too long in return, as I took in that handsome face. The high cheeks and light stubble. “Are you Russian?”

“What?”

“Your cheekbones are very… Russian.” God, what was I saying? I cringed at myself.

“Uh, German. Interesting first question.”

“Let me try a better one. What’s your name?”

“Jace,” he said. “Jace Brenner. There’s a German last name for you.”

“Sky. McNally. Irish.”

Jace nodded, that gentle storm brewing behind his eyes. The kind that made you wanna go inside and cuddle by a fire. “How’re the boards?” he asked, breaking my thought.

“Oh. Good. Great. These are nice. Ex’s?”

“How much?”

I looked them over. Hadn’t really been paying attention. “I got some work to do, cleaning them up. But how does one-seventy-five each sound?”

“Works for me,” said Jace, folding his powerful arms.

“Cool. Let me write you up. Be right back.”

I went inside, found the binder, and started filling it out. My heart pounded. In the cool office, I felt my senses coming back from me.

Jace knocked me off my feet.

He was tall. Strong. Perfect in every way. And I had to have him.

“How’s it lookin for our new customer?” my mom asked, appearing out of nowhere. I jumped.

“Oh! Good. He’s lookin good. Is good.” I ran a hand nervously through my dark hair.

“He is lookin good, isn’t he?” she said with a laugh, patting my back.

“Ew, Mom.”

“Sorry, sorry.” She laughed again. “Treat him good so he’ll keep coming back.”

“Mom!”

“Not because he’s cute. Because he’s…money,” she said, pulling her bun down.

I ripped a slip off and went back outside to give it to Jace.

“Here you are, sir,” I said, handing him the paper. “Can, I, uh, get you anything else? You surf? We got suits, fins, sex…uh, sex wax.” My cheeks glowed red.

“You alright?” Jace grinned, searching my eyes.

“Yeah.” I hefted the two boards from him. “Let me know if you wanna catch some waves or anything.”

“Sure.” He smiled. “Lay off the pot, kiddo.” He hopped into his jeep and backed out, giving me another look.

Great. He thought I was a pot head. I waved, my grin strained, mentally kicking myself for being so awkward. Jace drove off, and I watched every second of him I could until he was out of sight.

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Turned Gay for my Best Friend

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TurnedGayformyBestFriendWhen Greyson stripped, our relationship changed. I’d never been attracted to him before. But now, seeing him buck naked in all his athletic, muscled glory, I couldn’t help myself.

My eyes wandered.

The hot fog of the gym shower seemed to cloud my brain. There was no reason. Only animal purpose, and that purpose was to fuck. He was sexy. Tall, lean, and perfect, with a solid tan that covered everything, except his firm ass and that big, dangling cock. The water rolled down his body, accentuating each curve and cut of muscle. He ran his hands through his hair, lips parted slightly.

Those lips. Full, perfect. What would they feel like around my cock?

If I’d been thinking straight, I’d ask myself what on earth I was thinking. What was I doing? This was so wrong.

Greyson was my childhood best friend. Like a brother to me for twenty years. We’d gone through everything together, done everything together— well, not everything. Not those things which flashed tauntingly through my brain right now.

After our early morning run, we hopped into the shower. Greyson stripped off all his clothes, completely unashamed. He didn’t pull the curtain back or anything. “We’re best buds. Who cares?” he said, tossing his briefs to the corner and turning on the water.

I’d stared in disbelief. The feeling was instant. Arousal. A need for cock. Never in my life had I had a gay feeling until seeing him like this. The facade of our innocent friendship stripped away with his clothes.

Greyson looked up at me, wiping the water out of his ocean colored eyes. “You just gonna stand there?” His voice sounded miles away.

And then he looked down. Stared. What was he looking at, my abs? I’d shaved them, so… my eyes wandered down to where his were. And I realized I had a massive hardon stretching my shorts.

“Oh, sorry dude, I wasn’t checking you out or anything. Morning wood, kinda, you know. I guess I’m tired. Spacing out and Pop! Bam! You know how it is.” My fingers scratched the back of my shoulder innocently. A big, nervous smile spread itself across my face.

“It’s cool, bro, we all get horny sometimes.” He blew water out of his mouth, making his full lips pucker in a way that made my knees weak.

“Yeah. Uh.”

“Get in here.”

“Okay.” I hooked my thumbs into my boxers and hesitated. Didn’t necessarily want Greyson to see the bare hardon I had for him. Something about that felt so taboo. Like pulling off a bandaid, I yanked them down.

Greyson was still watching me as he scrubbed his perfect body. “That’s quite a cock, man.”

“Jealous?” I smiled. It was pretty big.

“Just wait till I get hard. I’m a grower…” Greyson gripped his dick. Oh no, he’s not gonna—? the thought flashed through my mind. He was. He started jerking, right there in the shower in front of me.

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Dominated by my Professor | MMM College Erotica

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I gasped, tensing, wondering what the fuck he was doing. Normally, I’d have punched a guy for touching my dick, but the thing that stopped me was that it felt good, pressed between his thumb and forefinger.

“Good,” he said, cupping my balls in his other hand. I shuddered at the sudden, pleasurable warmth of his big hands around my junk. “Normal, well formed. Like a Greek sculpture.”

“I’m bigger than that,” I said, and this made Professor Stone chuckle under his breath.

“Yes, you are.” I was looking at his handsome face, strong cheekbones, and admiring the curve of his muscular shoulders. Before I realized it, my cock was stiffening in his hand. Continue reading

My BDSM Professor | MMM College Erotica

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I felt his rough stubble graze against me as he tasted my hot skin.

His mouth moved lower and lower, until he was kissing along the insides of my thighs. Slowly towards my dick.

I’d been blown a couple times, by college girls who had no idea what they were doing. It’d felt good. At the time, I didn’t know any better, until I let a full grown man have his way with me.

At this moment, it struck me how wrong what we were doing was. A forty year old man shouldn’t be sucking off his eighteen-year-old student. What would my mother think if she knew?

As Professor Cox hot mouth slipped over my head, the forbidden nature of what I was letting him do to me made me hornier than I’d ever been in my life. Continue reading

Professor’s Gay Pet | MM College Erotica

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And thatgay erotica free professor college student was the first time I saw Professor Richard Black. He looked at me over the rim of his stylish glasses, with gray eyes that radiated intelligence. If being a leader in his field didn’t make him intimidating enough, he was also incredibly hot.

Under his pale blue dress shirt, I could tell he was fit. His strong, tanned forearms, revealed by sleeves pushed up at the elbows, reinforced this. He was in his thirties, a man in his prime. At once he was put together, but also had stubble that told me he stayed up late, worked hard, was anything but a pampered tenured professor at our Ivy League school.

Suddenly I realized I was staring at him like an idiot. “Hi,” I mumbled.

“Lost?” Professor Black asked in a deep, sexy voice that I wouldn’t mind listening to the rest of semester. Students who knew me were trying not to laugh. Continue reading

My Crush’s Brother | Bradley & Zack

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MyCrushsBrother_03All the seniors from Newhal Beach High School crammed in Dan Freely’s camper parked on the edge of the sand. The wind ripped outside, and a party ripped inside.

I smashed myself between Rachel and her brother, Bradley, on the little hippy couch against the wall, handing her a fresh beer.

“Where’s my beer, honey?” he teased, throwing a thickly muscled arm around my shoulder. Our friends laughed, and I laughed right along, mostly because I was a bit intimidated by him. He knew I wanted to bang his sister and no amount of childhood friendship could erase that.

“Coming, love, gimme a kiss,” I teased back, puckering my lips at him. Brad laced a hand through my hair and drew me in. Drunk with happiness, fun, and a few shots, I let him press his lips to mine. His beard scraped against my chin and lips. Continue reading

My Crush’s Brother | Luke & Tyler

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MyCrushsBrother_01“So you just find the tangent of the star and—”

“Tyyyler,” came her sugar sweet voice. My pulse quickened. I’d been waiting for her to ask.

“Yes, uh, Natasha?” I turned around, adjusting my glasses. The gorgeous vixen looked up at me with her forest green eyes, twirling a strand of the red hair I desperately wanted to lose myself in.

“I could really use the help of someone smart.” She placed a creamy white hand on my thigh, under the desk.

“Christ,” sighed one of the three jocks I was helping. But I ignored him. What else could I do with such beauty present?  Continue reading

Mastered & Commanded | 2. Mated

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Mastered_02Hands clasped tight, Mary and I watched the Claymore looming out at sea. More than anything I wanted to run out to it, climb up its tall, perilous sides, and find my lovely Greyson. But the ocean kept me from doing that. My cousin and I waited with near-exploding impatience as dingy after dingy of sailors slowly rowed to shore.

“I’m going to pee myself if this doesn’t hurry along!”

“Lilly!” my cousin gasped, trying not to giggle.

“Sorry, it’s true. We skipped tea for this.”

“Someone’s a little too excited,” she teased, clutching my arm. “I wonder why.” My cheeks reddened, and I looked back out to sea. Far off on that ship, he waited. I’d not seen his face in over a year. How might it have changed? Continue reading

Mastered & Commanded | 1. My Captain

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Mastered_01“There’s water on the floor,” I said to myself, voice high with terror. “There should not be water on the floor!”

The brigs flooded from a huge gash towards the bow of the ship. The first sunlight I’d seen in weeks came through the hole, but did not bring with it the joy I’d anticipated. I lifted the hem of my dirty, white dress out of the water. Something slapped against my foot.

“Ah!” I shrieked, kicking away the fish that wrapped its writhing body around my shoe. “Disgusting.” I’d become the habit of mine to talk to myself, in my loneliness. “Help! Help!” I screamed from my prison, but my cries were lost amid the sound of gun and cannon fire far above. Men shouted orders. “Alastair! Help!” I screamed.

A deafening explosion from all around. The ship rocked, and I fell on hands and knees with a splash.

Ears ringing, the taste of saltwater in my mouth, I struggled to make sense of this terrifying new existence.

I looked up at the bars of my cage. They were now twisted, smoking metal. Water sloshed in from the new hole right across from me, cutting clear through the ship. Through it, rocked an uneven horizon. Sickened, I rose on my shaky legs and climbed through the destroyed bars of my cage. I clambered up around the crates that hid me, up the stairs and burst through the door to discover in the upper decks a new level of horror.

“Alastair!” I screamed. A Royal Fleet sailor knocked me over as he collapsed with sword wounds.

Our ship was overrun with men. French men. The enemy. What remained of the Mercy’s crew fought desperately to defend the ship, with knife and sword, musket and blunderbuss in commotion all around. The air stank with gun powder. I climbed over the fallen sailor, a very young man, and clamped my hands over his gushing wounds to try and stop his bleeding. His eyes, staring up at me as if to ask why, lost their shine.

I rose, wiping my bloodied hands on my dress, and backed away from his body slowly. The screams of men were all around me and, before I could be subjected to more violence, I ducked back behind the door I’d come from, feeling foolish to have left in the first place.

Behind me, just down the stairs, the brigs were filling rapidly with water. I didn’t have much time, but I hid until there was silence. Until the waters of the brig lapped at my dress. My one-time bunk was now filled with the gloomy, blue of the ocean.

Forced to leave, I cracked open the wooden door and stumbled out into the smokey filled top deck.

Across the way loomed our sister ship, the Resolution, proud and undamaged amid the smoking wreckages in the sea. She towered above me as the Mercy sank.

I stepped forward, my dress billowing in the wind. On the starboard side of the Resolution, stood a single man looking back at me. His posture matched the dignity of his ship. Far away, I could not make out his face, but I saw him remove his hat and hold it solemnly at his side. For a moment, I could not draw my eyes away from the handsome outline. The first other human being I’d seen in what felt like ages, besides Alastair.

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Stepping with his Friends | 3. A Sexy Reunion

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SteppingFriends_03My stomach dropped as the plane lifted off, taking me away from beloved California and back to my parent’s gay-hating small-town home in Minnesota. It was really happening. Dad was dead. And my millionaire stepbrother, Garret, who I hadn’t seen years, was waiting for me. As the miles passed, I let my mind wander back to the last day I saw him.

We were eighteen. Grew up together, so calling him my step was only formal. A lot of people even thought we looked alike, but I couldn’t disagree more. Garret was taller, with broader, well formed shoulders and strong arms. Farmboy arms, I liked to joke. Lifting hay bails in the summers off from high school made him lean and tan. His face, with prominent cheekbones, had an erudite beauty to it. Also, I could never get my hair to tumble into my eyes the way he could. It took some tips from a celebrity hairdresser, years later, for me to master the technique. Good-looks, like everything else, came easily to Garret.  Continue reading