Almost thirty, amateur boxer Daron Tulsa has a little mess on his hands. He just so happens to be falling for his best friend, Colm Frost, a sports-themed freelance writer for e-magazines. Life for Daron feels cataclysmically frostbitten because Colm is straight and has a stunning Hollywood actress girlfriend. For Daron, these major blocks leave Colm untouchable, both emotionally and physically.<br><br>As the Pittsburgh winter becomes a tempest of snow, ice, and cold, so does Daron’s heart. He realizes Colm will never be a part of his world and pulls away from the man. But when Colm’s girlfriend travels for her career, leaving him behind, two personal secrets unexpectedly unfold, which may eventually melt Daron’s heart.

Frostbitten

“I can’t hold my load in much longer.”


“Shoot it,” exited my mouth in a hungry tone. “Let it explode, man…I want to watch you blow.”


What came over me? How did I become so devilish and sexually ravenous? What interested me about the beefy, straight jock when there were a thousand or more sexy queers in our surrounding neighborhood? Why had I felt attracted to the columnist and his dick?


Following a few more hip-thrusts, he let out a string of gasps, and his balls flapped.


“Prove it,” I cheered, willing him into a state of irrevocable bliss.


Strings of white glue sprayed out of his hose and garnished his chiseled chest, filling his navel. The goo covered my fingers, glazing my knuckles. The ejaculate spurted nonstop and continued to fire out of Colm’s spike. A heedless amount of the ooze pumped over his skin and drizzled against his cut abs, hairy pecs, and even the cords that lined the man’s thick neck.


Chapter 15