The Closet Boy now out!

The Closet Boy is now out!

Way’ra Bernard is only twenty years old when his parents kick him out of the house. He has been brought up to believe being gay is wrong and he is going to go to hell for it. He tried very hard not to be gay but couldn’t change the way he felt. Now he’s living furtively in a closet on the third floor of the place he’s working as a janitor—the Iron Eagle Gym.

Neal McPherson is an unattached Dom in his midtwenties and a member of the gym. One evening after working out, he notices Way’ra on the stairs and he’s immediately attracted and intrigued, so he asks Way’ra out. Unable to come up with a reason to refuse and also interested in Neal, Way’ra accepts.

There are a lot of obstacles to the relationship they attempt to build after their date, not least of which is Way’ra’s upbringing and his lingering doubts about the kinky sex Neal enjoys. But with patience and persistence, Neal might convince Way’ra not only to accept himself, but to loosen his inhibitions enough to explore and find a happy ending together.

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Excerpt:

Way snuck out of the Iron Eagle at five thirty, creeping downstairs before anyone could notice, and then settled in on a park bench to read under the streetlight. He’d had his cake on Friday and skipped his meal yesterday so that he could afford two coffees and two doughnuts.

He knew it was ridiculous. He understood that there was no way he could keep seeing Neal. He only had two shirts. Eventually Neal would notice.

So this was it. The last date. A nice coffee, a treat, a handshake, and then he’d go find a place in the park to hang out at until five, when he’d sneak back into the gym.

He wished it wasn’t so. Neal was… well, there wasn’t a thing about Neal he didn’t like. Kind, good-looking, smart, friendly, funny. Those blue eyes….

Right, and you’re a stupid kid with nothing. Seriously. No phone. No future. No schooling. You’re a janitor. Maybe in a year, when you have an apartment, a bed, maybe then you can make friends. Not now.

When he was pretty sure it was close to seven, he went to the Timmies on the corner from the gym and went in. Neal was already there, lounging in a chair and reading a paper. The sunlight glinted off his skin, making it shine.

Before he could decide this was a really bad idea and go, Neal glanced up and caught sight of him. The handsome face got even more so as Neal smiled at him, looking so pleased to see him.

He waved, tucking the book in his waistband so he could hide the little stain there, and headed in. “Good morning. What kind of doughnut do you like?”

“Well, since they don’t make that square one with the raisins anymore, I’m going to go with the honey cruller, please. And I’ve already got my coffee.” Neal raised his cup. “I was a bit early and figured you’d like me better if I already had the caffeine in my system. Also, good morning, Way. It’s nice to see you.”

“Thank you. Good morning. Let me get our breakfast. I’m starving.” He hurried to the counter and ordered two crullers and his coffee, loading it with sugar and creamer.

When he got back to the table, Neal had put aside the paper and was focused on him. Like, really focused—he could feel Neal’s gaze, almost like it was a touch. It made him feel… fluttery inside.

Stop it. Last date. Coffee. Sweet. Handshake. Over.

“How’s your weekend going?”

“I’ve worked out. A lot.” Neal chuckled and shook his head. “Anyway, I get to go back home this afternoon. Well, I went back yesterday afternoon and the place reeked of whatever crap they used. So I opened windows and stuff and am hoping to be able to move back in today. What about your?” Neal sounded genuinely interested when he asked, not like he was just being polite.

“It was fine, thank you.” He had an easy time of it on the weekends. He only had to work a few hours, and he spent the rest of his day reading in the closet.

“Cool. So what are you reading?” Neal asked. “I noticed you had a book tucked into your pants. I like a man who carries his entertainment with him.”

“It’s an old Tom Clancy.” It had been in the free bin at the library.

“Oh, those are fun. Nice long reads too.” Neal grabbed his doughnut and took a bite, humming a bit. “God, I love the sugary glaze on these.”

“Me too.” He wanted to scarf it up, but he knew better. Enjoy it as much as possible.

Neal seemed to be using the same guidelines, savoring each bite. He even moaned a little, the sound sending a shiver through Way’s body.

Just this one date. Remember it. Enjoy it.

“How’s yours?” Neal asked, licking the sugar from his lips.

God, that tongue made his toes curl, made his cock hard.

Sean

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