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

Nothing about the moment inside that room suggested a quickie between us, something irrational and out of sport. We created something long-term between us, committing our flesh to each other. We sealed some type of emotional agreement that we both approved of, willed to be together from that moment on. The outcome did not suggest a fuckfest. A much stronger bond between us formed as our bodies rocked together, fell apart, and rocked together again. Our relationship had reached a height of intimacy and labeled us as a union today, tomorrow, and many days to come in the near future.


My bulbous rear stung and felt raw because of his hard but kind bashing; not that I complained. He acted like an Olympian, grinding his middle to my middle, breaking me apart, and building up to an endless orgasm. Colm continued to thump my interior. His face turned a robust reddish hue and his shoulders began to shake.


I asked him, “Are you going to come?”


Chapter 33