Damn, the tool next door to Lance Baye is superiorly hot. Although the stud’s name is Mike Danning, Lance insists on calling him Tool. Probably because he looks hot, big, and dumb. Lance knows Mike is from Phoenix, and is temporarily in Pittsburgh to care for his Uncle Craig. Playing around, Lance decides to borrow tools from his neighbor. A wrench today. A screwdriver tomorrow. A handsaw the day after tomorrow. Soon, Lance has a pile of Tool’s tools. And he also has a strong desire for Tool. But just when Lance decides to put the sexual moves on Tool, another neighbor is also interested. Honey Hertzer. Lance backs off -- it seems pathetic and a waste of time to chase a straight tool. Things can change on a dime, though. Lance has a stack of tools that belong to Tool. And Tool needs them back. Will the two men share a hungry and sexual connection, crossing neighborly lines when Tool comes searching for his tools? Does a promising future exist between the pair?

Tool

And he kisses me in return: powerfully, open-mouthed, without any pulling back whatsoever. He wantsto be kissed, hungry for me, obviously into me, and seals our frames, causing a relentless collision of bodies.


We tangle together as lightning and thunder dance in a magnificent storm above us in the darkening and threatening clouds. We become one, locking our arms and chests tightly together for the very first time, unable to pull out of this unbreakable, heated, and steamy embrace. Our hearts beat together as we kiss and hold each other next to the screen door. The temperature rises in my saltbox.


Chapter 13