David and Andrew Book 1: One Night in December (MM)

David and Andrew 1

JMS Books LLC

Heat Rating: Steamy
Word Count: 43,094
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David Bennett is a widower. He had a wonderful relationship with his wife, but now she's gone. He decides he's done with relationships -- he has no sex drive and no interest in life in general.

Andy Barnes is a homeless man who often stands at the end of an exit ramp begging for help. For some unfathomable reason, David is always tempted to pick him up on his way home. One wretched night in December, fate intervenes and David finds himself bringing the man home and into his life.

Much to his surprise, he begins to fall in love with this down and out young man. As love returns, David realizes he does have a reason to go on with life after all.

Over the next few years, the two face life as a partnered gay couple with humor and courage. Each year brings with it happiness, tragedy, joy, and sorrow; the stuff life is made of. Along the way, the love the two share for each other helps them to overcome all obstacles and face all challenges.

David and Andrew Book 1: One Night in December (MM)
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David and Andrew Book 1: One Night in December (MM)

David and Andrew 1

JMS Books LLC

Heat Rating: Steamy
Word Count: 43,094
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I was awakened to what sounded like jingling. What the hell ...? I turned over, half sitting up, leaning back on my elbows. The light went on from the wall switch. There, leaning on his right shoulder against the doorframe, was Andy. His arms were folded on his chest. His right leg crossed over his left, he stood on one leg with his right toes on the floor. He had on black cowboy boots with spurs. That was the jingling I’d heard. He also wore a black cowboy hat, a red bandana, and a red thong with some sort of insignia on the left side. He smiled. I woofed.

“Hey, cowboy,” I crooned, “Ain’t this a role switcharoo. Ain’t you supposed ta be Little Beaver?”

“Well, yep pardnar I usually is, but dang ifni’ I don’t like this’re cowboy hat of yorin. Whada ya think?”

“Good ‘nuf to eat, Ubetchim.”

He chuckled, put his thumbs in the waistband of the thong and sauntered forward and stood by the bed. I crawled to the end of the bed on all fours and took his swollen package still wrapped tightly in the thong into my mouth. The taste of silk, the feel of his throbbing penis through the fabric, the male smell of him, sent me into the farthest reaches of arousal. I wrapped my arms around his hips and enjoyed the firm roundness of his ass cheeks. He rubbed my head and massaged my shoulders. He reached down and freed himself from the confines of the thong.

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