Why are Jax and his best buddy Auggie having so many problems with their unfaithful boyfriends? What are they doing wrong, and how do they keep men around without their lives going topsy-turvy?
When Jax, a professional therapist, and Auggie, a high school English teacher, decide to dump their boyfriends, they become breakup buddies for each other. Who needs boyfriends or lovers when you have a breakup buddy, right? This is what they both believe until Jax meets Corky, a sexy locksmith, and Auggie crushes on his teaching intern, Tyler. What happens is a summer of fun-filled sexual adventures, deceit, and the dramatics of dating life.
No longer breakup buddies, both men have a decision to make: to fall in love with their boyfriends, or stay single forever. Will they find happiness or heartache by summer’s end?
“What happened last night?” Jax asked, staring at the guy next to him, taking in his light blue eyes and sandy brown hair, thought him handsome, and hardly the eyesores that he used to wake up to during his college days of wild queer sex with strange men. Truth was he thought the guy was cute more than handsome, somewhat boy-like, but not even close to being under age and illegal to be naked with, and in bed together.
“You had a little too much to drink.”
“How’d I end up naked?”
“I helped you take off all your clothes.”
“Did we fuck around?”
Gary chuckled, shaking his head.
“I don’t even remember your name.”
“You were really drunk. My name is Gary Bent.”
“I remember that you hit me with your bike, Gary Bent.”
“I’ve already apologized for that.”
“Did I accept your apology?”
“Did you take advantage of me?”
Gary shook his head. “I’m a gentleman, not a monster.”
“Even gentlemen can be bad.”
Gary laughed, shrugged, and added, “With that said, you’re naked, and I’m naked. I want to know if you want to have sex. I’m a bottom and wouldn’t mind having your beautiful cock inside me.”
“Good to know,” Jax said. He climbed out of bed and gathered up his clothes into one pile.
“You’ll have to wear a condom, though. I never fuck around without protection.”
“That’s good to know, too.”
“So what do you say?” Gary said from the bed, already semi-hard between his legs. He turned over on his stomach and showed off his little biker ass, which was tight, clean, hairless, and poundable. “What do you think?”
“I’m flattered, but can’t stay to do that, even if it looks and sounds like a great idea.”
“We don’t have to have sex. You can stay and have breakfast with me, Jaxford,” Gary said.
“Jax,” Jax corrected again. “No one calls me Jaxford.”
“You should stay for waffles and blueberry syrup and I can learn your name.”
Jax shook his head while dressing. He slipped into his jeans, shirt, socks, and shoes. “I really have to go. There’s a boyfriend I have to break up with.”
“Do you have more than one boyfriend?”
Jax laughed. “I don’t, but it sounds like it, doesn’t it?”
“Sort of.” Gary slipped into a pair of white boxer-briefs that were laying on the floor, next to the bed. “I’ve had two boyfriends at one time. That didn’t work out for me. Nor did it work out for the boyfriends, either.”
Funny guy, Jax thought. I like his humor. Once he was fully dressed, he looked at the flat’s owner and said, “I should go.”
“Sure. No problem. I understand.”
Shaking hands for a few seconds turned into a friendly hug with light back-patting between the two young men. They locked chests and arms together as if they were on an awkward first date. Again, Jax took in the stranger’s strong body odor, which acted like an aphrodisiac for him and caused the dick between his thighs to bounce, but not become erect. Once the hug ended, the two men pulled apart and eyed each other up and down. It was Gary who broke the silence between them and said, “Just so you know, you can come back any time you want to. I don’t mind sleepovers. It was nice waking up to you. The naked part was kind of nice too.”
“I’ll keep that in mind,” Jax said, attempted a fake smile, and thought the stranger nice, but odd. There was something sweet and charming about the guy that felt right. Nothing screamed violent, selfish, or degrading concerning the city biker’s character. Frankly, he seemed too nice to be true.
There wasn’t a chance of Jax visiting the man again. It was rare that he had become so intoxicated like the night before, unable to speak or walk. A college kid behaved that way, and he was far from being a sophomore or senior at Eastwind College again. But it was nice to know that Gary Bent was there to help him after striking him down with his bike. Not many men had his back. And just as few had woken up naked next to him. So good for Gary, and good for him, because Gary was sexy and seemed like an agreeable man, which the city lacked.
While Jax left, exiting the flat, Gary said, “Don’t sue me over your spill last night. You can see that I don’t have much.”
“I won’t, Gary. You seem too nice to sue,” Jax said over his left shoulder, escaped the flat, and walked back to Hobb Street for a hot shower and a cup of coffee.