The Beach Boys: Winter (MM)

The Beach Boys 3

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 20,656
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[Siren Classic ManLove: Erotic Alternative Romance, M/M, foot play, HEA]
Outrageously gay Hudson Smith owns Hudson’s Clothing Store at Two Waters Beach. He loves his job but he wishes he had a partner to love. Elliott Greene is shy and unassertive. He’s here at the beach for a week’s vacation in mid-winter because everyone else at work wanted the warm weather for their vacation time. Elliott is cold and Hudson invites him into the store to warm up. They drink tea and talk, getting to know each other. Elliott ends up remaining in the store with Hudson all day long as they begin to get to know each other and share their stories.
Hudson is very attracted to his shy, blushing guest, and is proud when Elliott proves there’s a smart brain and a gentle humor hidden behind the bland façade. Meanwhile Elliott determines to follow his grandpop’s advice and stop being too nice to everyone and instead to ask for what he wants.
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The Beach Boys: Winter (MM)
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The Beach Boys: Winter (MM)

The Beach Boys 3

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 20,656
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The family left and Hudson returned to rearranging his window. He ended up following a sort of rainbow theme, with red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple items flowing across the display space.

He piled the stock which had been on display on the sales counter, and went outside to look at his window.

A man was staring at it, his shoulders hunched in a hooded sweatshirt and his hands tucked under his armpits.

“Are you cold, dahling? Come inside where it’s warmer,” said Hudson.

The man was probably waiting for his wife or kids, but he might as well warm up a little while he did so.

“Oh. I…um…thank you.”

“You’re welcome.

Hudson held the door open for him, grabbed the ladder and hurried out to the stockroom, flipping the switch on his tea kettle as he did.

Of course almost everyone preferred coffee to tea, but he was a tea drinker, particularly Earl Grey He really liked the light citrusy flavor and the uplifting feeling the tea gave him.

His guest had drifted to the men’s racks, looking at some sweatshirts, although not in the bright colors Hudson had put in the window. He was holding a black one right now. Oh well, Hudson hadn’t expected to sell him anything, just to offer him a few minutes inside in the warmth until his family had finished whatever they were doing.

He picked the little pink baseball cap up off the floor and put it back on the rack, and then took an armload of T-shirts that had been in the old window display and began hanging them where they belonged.

The man came over to him diffidently. “These sweatshirts are so thick and fleecy. They’re much nicer than the one I’m wearing. Is it okay if I try it on, please?”

“Sure. There’s a change room at the very back of the store, or you could just stand here in front of the mirror and try it.

The man blushed adorably. “I wasn’t planning to get undressed. I just didn’t want you to think I was stealing it when you’ve been so kind to me.”

“Not a problem, dahling. Let’s see if it’s a good fit for you.”

When he wasn’t hunched up with cold, he was rather good looking, Hudson thought. Two or even three inches taller than him and quite muscular as well. Not like a body-builder, but with strength and definition in his arms and chest. Hudson wished it was summer and he could see the man’s naked chest. He was sure it’d be worth giving a second look over or even a third. Hmm, oh yes, and touching him. That might be even more fun to do.

Hudson had an excellent gaydar and he was beginning to believe the man was gay. Which didn’t mean he was unattached, but hell, a man could dream.

Hudson walked behind his guest and smoothed the sweater across his back, tugging it down over his ass, and lightly brushing his hand over the man’s butt as he did so.

Hudson kept his gaze on the man’s face in the mirror, and although the blush deepened a shade, he didn’t flinch or move away. Breathing a little more heavily Hudson stepped closer behind him and smoothed his hands down the sleeves of the sweater.

“That looks very good on you. It’ll keep you nice and warm, dahling. My name’s Hudson. What’s yours?”

“Elliott. You’ve been very kind to me.”

“Are you on a schedule? If you could stay around for a while we could maybe have a cup of tea together. Or I could send out for a coffee for you if you don’t drink tea.”

“I usually drink coffee, but I’d like to have a cup of tea with you. But what about the store? Or did you mean after you shut?”

“Unfortunately it’s just me here in the winter, but we can still sit in the back room and talk. Maybe get to know each other a little.”

The man nodded firmly and patted the front of the sweater. “Let me just pay for this first. I want to leave it on. It fits well and it’s very warm.”

Hudson had visions of other ways of warming the man up, but he’d said he’d stay for a while to talk and that was an awesome starting point.




Elliott felt almost dazed at the speed at which his vacation—maybe his life—had changed. He’d come to Two Waters because it seemed like a nice town for a vacation and because he wasn’t interested in a going to a ski resort. He wasn’t a very good skier, and tobogganing or snowshoeing didn’t really interest him. One of the key reasons he’d chosen the apartment block where he lived was to avoid any possibility of having to dig his car out of the parking lot every day before driving it for three months of the year. He paid an extra fee and had a reserved basement parking space. In his opinion the fee was well worth not having to join the men chopping ice off their windscreen and washing down their headlights at six a.m. on a freezing winter’s day.

It might be damn cold on the ocean front, but at least here there was no sign of snow. Meeting Hudson more than made up for feeling he couldn’t justify paying the extra costs for a week’s vacation in Florida or Mexico.

He’d arrived here yesterday afternoon. This morning he’d gone for a walk, and then he’d spent the entire day with Hudson at his store. It was truly amazing that someone who had to work would even take the five minutes to notice him, far less spend their day together with him. And now it was evening and the hot tub and the bed were waiting for them. Elliott wanted that. He wanted to hold Hudson, to kiss him some more, and to be fucked by him. Even thinking about it made him blush but this time he was going to take his grandpop’s advice and go after what he wanted. And he wanted this night with Hudson. Hell, he wanted to spend the entire week with Hudson but the outrageously gay man mightn’t want that at all. Elliott would accept just this one night, if that was all he was offered. But he’d pay attention to grandpop and ask for more if Hudson seemed amenable to the idea.

Elliott stared at Hudson’s cock. It was huge. Damn, the man was well hung. He licked his lips and then, greatly daring, dropped to his knees and sucked the huge cock into his mouth, sucking hard until he released a hint of Hudson’s pre-cum. He tasted amazing. Salty and spicy and carnally arousing.

Elliott crawled a little closer and sucked him deeper, rolling Hudson’s balls in his hands and scraping his teeth over the head of his cock as he did, before sucking again.

“Ah, fuck, that’s good. Take me, Elliott. Take me deep.”

Obediently Elliott breathed deeply, opened the back of his throat and swallowed Hudson down holding the base of his erection with one hand to steady it, and wrapping his other arm around Hudson’s hips to hold him still.

Elliott worked Hudson’s dick in and out of his mouth, nipping the flesh lightly with his teeth, licking the shaft, and then swallowing him down again.

Hudson was gripping his head, tugging his hair to indicate what he wanted, but Elliott didn’t always follow Hudson’s lead. It was good for there to be some surprises as well as just what Hudson liked. In the interest of providing a surprise, Elliott let Hudson out of his mouth and nipped his way up the side of his lover’s shaft, and then back down again to suck his balls.

“Fuck, Elliott. You’re killing me here.”

“You still seem pretty much alive to me. I didn’t think dead men could complain.”

Nevertheless he took Hudson deep into his mouth again, relaxing the back of his throat and swallowing him all the way down. He breathed in through his nose and hummed. Hudson gasped, gripped his hair so tightly he almost pulled it out by the roots, and then came.

Elliott smiled around the cock as he let Hudson withdraw far enough that Elliott could swallow the spurts of cum filling his mouth. He licked Hudson’s cockhead clean before standing up and kissing Hudson. Somehow it seemed extra carnal to kiss a man when his lips and mouth were coated with that man’s seed.

Hudson kissed him back fiercely, grinding his body against Elliott’s and sliding a big, warm hand down his ass and into his briefs. With almost no warning whatsoever, Hudson’s finger was inside his rosette massaging the walls of his rectum. Elliott’s dick, which until then had been as hard as a rock, suddenly grew so thick and erect that it pressed against the waistband of his briefs, trying to drill a hole and get free.

Hudson must have noticed because the briefs were wrenched off and slid down his legs and then Hudson’s free hand gripped his cock pumping it fast and hard. Hudson pushed him backward two steps until his shoulders were pressed against the wall, and now Hudson was kneeling between his legs, pumping his cock and sliding a finger in and out of his ass simultaneously.

He wanted to make a comment about Hudson being multi-talented, or ambidextrous, or something, but his tongue was stuck to the roof of his mouth, his dick was ready to explode, and his brain was no longer functional.

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