When his sister takes him to a faith healer to fix the problem, he is provided with a spell and left with a lot of doubts.
But after meeting Kevin, Mike decides to give the spell a try ...
When his sister takes him to a faith healer to fix the problem, he is provided with a spell and left with a lot of doubts.
But after meeting Kevin, Mike decides to give the spell a try ...
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When his sister takes him to a faith healer to fix the problem, he is provided with a spell and left with a lot of doubts.
But after meeting Kevin, Mike decides to give the spell a try ...
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| ISBN-13: | 9781646560684 |
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| Publisher: | JMS Books LLC |
| Publication date: | 09/04/2019 |
| Sold by: | Barnes & Noble |
| Format: | eBook |
| Pages: | 100 |
| File size: | 588 KB |
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CHAPTER 1
This was the first time anyone asked for the lights to be completely out. I mean, there are some guys who like the dark, but they always want some sort of light coming in. It could be a candle, night light, or just a crack from the closet, just something to keep things from being completely black. But not this time. Carlo wanted the lights completely off. I wasn't sure whether to be offended, or to just go with the flow.
But it did kind of bother me, even while we were kissing and rubbing each other all over the place. I tried to forget about the fact that we messed around the last time with all the lights on, but it was still nagging me a bit.
"Everything okay, Mike?" Carlo asked. While I couldn't see them, I knew his emerald green eyes were pointed directly at me. They were fake, but man, did they complement him so much.
"Nah, I'm good, just come over here," I cooed, pulling him up closer to me. We still had our clothes on, so it was easy to grab his shirt and bring him in closer. I wanted to feel his hot breath against my neck, followed by his gentle kisses. The two times we hooked up before, we only kissed, and both times we only had our shirts off. But this time around, I wanted more. I wanted him to take me, to ravage me. To fill me up and not stop until we were both on the verge of exploding.
I could tell that Carlo was a bit surprised, even though I still hadn't completely adjusted to the dark, but he seemed into it and let me drag his mouth closer to mine. He took his hands and gently placed them on the back of my head, pulling a little on my hair but not enough to cause me pain.
"Don't stop, keep going," I moaned. Carlo intensified his kisses and started moving down towards my neck, then pulled back a little and began to pull my shirt off. I started on his before my shirt even hit the floor, and now for the first time tonight, we were both finally showing some skin.
After a bit of kissing and exploring, I forgot about the light situation. Thanks to the moon beaming through my curtains and right toward my bed I was able to make out where I wanted my hands to go. Carlo had the body type I loved: bearish, with broad shoulders and big, strong arms. But what got me was his chest.
In the moonlight and without a shirt, Carlo was simply beautiful. Even though I wasn't a bear myself, I could appreciate the slight hairy trail he had going from his chest down to his stomach. I could see that the trail went even further, and I wanted him to reveal more.
Carlo continued to kiss down my body, but I stopped him right before he got to my stomach.
"Let me take off your pants," I ordered. I was hoping he would be turned on by the dominance in my voice and simply obey.
"No, you first. I want to show you everything I have to offer you," Carlo responded, his hands rubbing the top of my shorts, fingers slightly pushing under the elastic. He let it snap a few times before slightly licking his lips.
I arched up a bit to help him out, and he obliged by grabbing my shorts at both ends and pulled them off along with my underwear. He placed his hand on my now erect cock, then stopped for an awkward minute.
"Something wrong?" I asked.
"No, um, just thought of something," he replied, giggling a bit before continuing. "Now get ready to have the best sex that you ..."
He didn't finish. How could he now that he was giggling like crazy? I wanted to jump out of the bed right then and there, but he still had my dick in his hand, and even though it was getting flaccid, I didn't want to make any sudden moves and damage myself.
"Would you mind letting go? I would like to get dressed." He did, even though he was still laughing like a lunatic.
I picked up my clothes and put my underwear on, then went for the lamp by my bed. Carlo was sprawled out across my bed. While his laughter had stifled a bit, his red face showed that something had amused him to no end.
I slipped my shorts back on and began to gather up his things.
"Oh, come on, don't be that way. I'm sorry. We can still mess around. I just need a minute." The moment he finished his sentence, Carlo began laughing again. He put his hand over his mouth so it wouldn't be so loud, but it was no use.
"What the hell is so funny? I was good enough for you before. What changed?" I stared him down hard; so hard that I was able to break his laughing fit up once and for all.
"I don't want to offend you. You're a nice guy. I was just taken by surprise. You know how it is with these things," Carlo stated as he got up from the bed and walked over towards me.
"No, I don't know. I don't have a clue about what is going on."
Carlo took my hand and looked me straight in the eyes with his emerald greens. For a second, I almost melted. But then the laughing started going on in my head again, and my fury came back full force.
Looking at Carlo's face, I could tell he had something he wanted to say, but just couldn't. He kept biting his lip, and you could tell he was thinking very carefully before he spoke again. The anticipation wasn't helping my tolerance, so I knew that I had to speed things up a bit.
"Just spit it out."
Carlo looked at the floor one more time, then right back at me.
"It's just ... well ... I ... I didn't expect it to be so small."
I really don't remember what happened after that, but I do recall that I was rushing him out in just his underwear, not giving him anytime to put his other clothes back on. He pleaded with me a bit, asking to stay and make it up to me. And I almost did – until he mentioned that he was just used to bigger.
* * *
After Carlo left I went back to my bed and tried to force myself to go to sleep. But it was no use. All I could think about were those words I'm just used to bigger. I mean, I always knew that I didn't have the biggest hammer in the tool box; I have seen porn and other naked men, but this was the first time that anyone had ever brought it up to me.
After a few tossing and turning sessions, I decided to get up and see for myself. Even though I have looked at myself I the mirror thousands of times, maybe I somehow tricked myself into thinking that it wasn't that small. Maybe now that Carlo pointed it out, I would finally be able to see the truth.
I got out of bed, turned on my lamp and walked slowly to my mirror. I still had my sheet covering my body. I thought about just dropping it and getting the full view head on, but since I was still flaccid I figured it would be a waste. I tried to get hard, but it was no use; every time I tried to think of something that turned me on, all I could picture was Carlo laughing at me.
I didn't expect it to be so small. The words still rang in my ears, eating away at me. I'm ashamed to admit it, but I scoured my apartment for a ruler. I knew I had one in a junk drawer or somewhere like that, but I just couldn't find it. Five open drawers later, I shook my head. This is crazy, I thought, and forced myself back to bed.
CHAPTER 2"You have looked at yourself before, right?" That was the first question my sister Carmen asked after I invited her over and told her the whole gruesome debacle. I know it may seem weird sharing this with my sister, but we were close and told each other everything. Well, almost everything. Besides, telling any of my gay friends was out of the question. Stuff like this spreads like wildfire among the gay community, and I sure as hell wasn't going to be the one to get the ball rolling.
"Yes, I have. And before you ask, yes, I have seen men with different sizes than my own. I just never really thought of mine as being, you know – " "More Vienna sausage than ballpark frank?" Carmen intruded before I could finish.
I rolled my eyes a bit, hoping she would get the hint. I knew what she was getting at, even if I didn't want to admit it.
"Ugh, do you have to be so crass about everything?" I blurted, hoping to get the conversation back on track.
Carmen, as usual, ignored me, and focused her eyes right into mine. This is how I knew she was going to start with the truth bombs, which I needed at this point, even if it was going to be unpleasant to hear.
"Okay, the way I see it," Carmen began in her most authoritative voice, "it can't possibly be what you think it is. While you are not a slut, you have been with other guys, some that were quite serious, and it never seemed to be an issue before." Carmen looked at me intently, but I was already lost in thought.
What she was saying made sense, however, looking back on some of my past relationships, there have been some odd occurrences that needed a bit of revisiting.
Case Number 1: Franklin
I started seeing Franklin about six months after my first boyfriend Chad and I broke up. I didn't feel like dating again, but Carmen insisted that it was time to get back on the horse. "Chad had already found his latest boy toy," she would repeat, "so why can't you." So, I did what any full-blooded young, 25-year-old would do; I fired up my phone and went on one of those location-based dating apps and found Franklin.
In a sea of shirtless gods and goofy selfies, Franklin seemed like a breath of fresh air. He was cute, tall, funny and seemed to know where he was going in life. That was really hot for someone like myself who was also very career driven. Plus, he had the most adorkable look you could ever lay your eyes on. Glasses, shirts of the latest sci-fi craze; the works. If I wasn't still hung up on Chad, I would have easily fallen for Franklin. Well, if there had been time for that.
We dated a few weeks before our first hook-up, and right after Franklin went MIA. While I wondered what was going on, I was too busy at my new job at the museum to think about it much. It took a lot for me to stay away from the phone, but I managed to do it. Dang, was I proud of myself. But Franklin eventually called, and curiosity got the best of me, so I agreed to meet him out for some Chinese food.
As I walked in, I saw Franklin seated at a table in the corner. When I reached the area, he got up and pulled out my chair. I was impressed by his chivalry, but for some reason, I couldn't let go of the feeling that something just wasn't quite right. Franklin was being kind and courteous, but there was something a bit off. It all seemed too calculated and lacked real emotion.
"You look good, Mike," Franklin began after giving me a peck on the cheek. I had to admit that the touch of his lips made me quiver. They were so soft and gentle; the kind you could let roam your body all night long.
"Thanks, so do you." After that there was a long, awkward silence. I decided to try and ease the tension with a joke, but Franklin started talking before I could get any words out.
"Look, I guess I should cut right to the chase. I mean, after all, we don't want to waste each other's time, right?" Franklin looked at me as if he was expecting an answer, but I was a little too stunned to continue. I mean, where was the cool sci-fi geek from a few weeks ago?
"Okay then," Franklin continued.
"I'm sorry," I interjected, "I thought that you were asking a rhetorical question."
"Hmmm, fair enough." Franklin let out a long sigh before finally speaking again. "Look Mike, I just want you to know that I think you're great. I mean really, really great. In fact, if the timing were better, we might have had something. But you know, I am just not where I want to be, and I really need to find myself before I can commit to anything. I just can't be with anyone right now. Plus, I just want you to know ..."
As Franklin continued to speak, I suddenly began to hear his words in slow motion. "It's not you, it's me." If this were a cartoon, my head would have exploded. But since we hadn't ordered yet, I simply excused myself with the ol' "I have a lot of work to do" and left. I didn't see Franklin for a couple of months after that. Okay, technically I saw him on Facebook three weeks later, after he changed his status from single and to in a relationship ... with Chad.
Case II: Chad
Oh, where to begin with Chad. I could say a lot of things that could sound hurtful and just plain bitchy, but perhaps I should be the bigger man about things and only stick to the good parts. Oh, who am I kidding. Chad was my first love, and I will always treasure that. But he was also my first heartbreak, and even though many people can remain friends after a break-up, the way Chad ended things pretty much guaranteed that a peaceful friendship would never happen.
I guess I should start at the beginning. I met Chad while I was still in college. It was my last semester, and I stopped at the student union to grab a quick bite to eat before my next class. Chad was working behind the counter at one of the fast food places, and I was immediately drawn in by his gorgeous blue eyes and that oh so strong, husky body. I never understood why some guys would shave their head on purpose, but it added to his masculine appeal.
"So, you gonna order anything?" Chad asked me with a slightly inquisitive look. He just kept looking at me, but I didn't say a word. It finally dawned on me that I had been like that from the moment I stepped up to the counter, so I had better say something clever before it was too late.
"I don't know, do you come on the menu?" was my response. After the words left my lips, I wanted to run away and hide in the nearest hole I could find. Even the people behind me snickered.
I didn't know if this guy was gay or not, and I certainly didn't want to do anything that would get spit in my food. But even if he was gay, I would have never been so out there like that. Chad just stayed there looking at me, so I figured I would try my hand at ordering again.
"Yeah, I'll take a number six." I wasn't even sure what a number six was, I just saw the number and ran with it.
"Wow, you must really be hungry," Chad mused as he rang up my order. "That will be six twenty-five."
I looked up at the menu and saw that I had just ordered a triple cheeseburger, with extra-large fries, drink and apple pie. When I first started college, I could polish one of those off like nothing, but after I gained a few pounds, I decided to try and change the way I ate. Yet since I had already ordered it ...
I handed my card over to Chad and avoided eye contact. The order would take a few minutes, so I was instructed to sit down and wait for them to take it out to me. I put my headphones on and started listening to music, that is until I felt a tap on my shoulder.
Chad was standing over me with a tray in his hands, my huge ass burger on full display. He didn't say anything, but he did smile as he placed my food down on the table. There was just something about his smile, something different than before. I couldn't put my finger on it, but it made me tingle in places I never thought could tingle.
As I picked up my burger, I noticed that one of the receipt copies had fallen out from under it. Being the neat freak that I am, I quickly picked it up, but not before I noticed that something was written on the back.
---- I love a man with a good appetite. I'm Chad, and I am definitely on the menu for you. Call me.
I was dumbstruck. I didn't know if I should turn around and smile or just keep eating. I chose the former and was glad I did because Chad smiled right back at me and waved, leading to what I thought was the beginning of a great romance.
Needless to say, it really did not end well. I don't know what happened, it all just seemed to change so suddenly. We had been together for almost three years, and we even talked about moving in together. But one day, out of nowhere, Chad stopped taking my calls. And my emails, texts, Facebook messages and whatever else that was used for communicating at the time. I swear that if I had used smoke signals, Chad would have found a way to make it rain enough to snuff out my fire.
A week had gone by and still nothing. Carmen suggested for me to go over and wait with the lights off until he got home, that way I could confront him right then and there. While I still had the key to his place, I knew it was a crazy idea, so I just sort of kept that in the back of my mind as a Plan B. Plan A wasn't that much better though, and after another few days, Plan B sounded tempting.
Luckily it didn't have to come that. Chad finally did call and asked to come over right away. Somehow, I convinced myself that he had seen the error of his ways and decided that he needed me back in his life. As much as I wanted him back, I wasn't going to make it too easy. I felt that I needed to make sure he would see what he tried to give up.
Step one involved manscaping myself to absolute perfection. Step 2 was finding the right cologne to drive him wild. Step 3 focused on hair, which was to be styled in a way that flattered my face. Finally, Step 4 involved finding the right outfit that enhanced all my best features.
I rushed into the shower and got ready as fast as I could. I only had an hour to prepare, but I somehow managed to get everything done. Once the doorbell rang I casually opened it and began to greet Chad ever so coolly.
(Continues…)
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Table of Contents
Under Five,
Book Details,
Dedication,
The Discovery,
Is this real?,
Epilogue,
About the Author,