A Cuddly Toy (The Bent Zealots MC Book 5) by Layla Wolfe

Author:Layla Wolfe [Wolfe, Layla]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Gay Erotica
Publisher: Quicksilver Books
Published: 2018-02-03T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER ELEVEN

NOEL

It was a day of wild, furious nature.

I wasn’t even ashamed that I’d slipped that masseur two hundred-dollar bills to leave. It was all church money, of course it was. Every penny in my hands technically was church money. But did I give a flying fuck? No, I was a muppet for Fremont Zuckerman, and I wanted his full Jewish lips around my penis. I paid handsomely for this twisted privilege. Having sex where I could actually be discovered was a turn-on for me. That’s why I’d been obsessed with the glory holes, truck stops, and Grindr hookups of the back alleys.

But after shooting a hefty load into Fremont’s loving mouth, I suddenly came to a decision. It was a calm, mannered choice, as though I’d spent months pondering and praying on it, though I hadn’t. I would be monogamous. Yes, I would. I would delete the Grindr app from my phone, even though it was hidden in a folder marked “Book of Common Prayer.” I would just squeeze my eyes tight and pray that my cherished Fremont, he of the mouth-watering, well-molded ass and long, fat penis, would be enough to sate my burgeoning lust.

It was almost as though, having spent myself in his ravenous mouth, suddenly my mind was clear. Suddenly the lexicon of humanity was made evident to me. I could understand complex relationships and the proper way to manage them so they flowed evenly, without drama or knots. Moreover, I loved children, the elderly, hell, even my adopted country, with a solid, steadfast purity. Had my homosexual activity, because it was enacted with a loving heart laden with sincerity, suddenly injected my spirit with a direction unknown before?

Was I in love?

No, no, no. I knew love because I’d been hopelessly in love with Antonio, the fellow Spanish priest. That had been different—more intense, desperate even, as though if he turned his back on me I’d shrivel into a shrieking primordial mass. True, it was a sort of clingy, needy love that promised only despair. Now I wanted sex with only this man, this juicy, hungry slab of man. He was a clean on buck, and we’d been flying it in the massage room. We came together like yin and yang, two opposing but complementary forces. What a ride he was. I wanted more.

But first, of course, we had to go to the broken dam at Vicinity Lake. That was a bloody sight to behold.

Galileo was already there, having chugged over from the rectory in his Chevy with four inches of water in the bed. Bloodgood senior and council member Ahiga had just arrived before us, parking their own identical Chevy on a rocky point precariously close to the churning, swirling river created by the sudden disintegration of the dam.

The water rushing from the twenty-foot breach was so loud that when we hopped off my bike, Fremont had to yell at me. “This pond is owned by U-238.” Technically, no one could “own” rez land, but through a devious series of leases and subleases, U-238 sure did.

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