To Micah Truveen, raw, vegan food is his religion. So
when his devoted customers show up with white flour cupcakes, Micah could kill.
Then Micah comes home to find his boyfriend, Dharamaram, in bed with someone
else. He throws the rat out and agrees to go to his friend’s orgiastic
anti-Valentines party where he meets a gorgeous cross-dressing guy who gives
him a night to remember.
Southerner Quentin Darby wishes he could stop wearing
women’s clothes. He so wants to live up to his grandmother’s glowing opinion of
him, he’s never even told her he’s gay. And now there’s Micah who makes him
wish he could just be who he is. But Micah finds out that Quentin is the baker
responsible for the plague of cupcakes afflicting the community! And Dharmaram
adds a little blackmail to the mix. Can two hearts rise above the flour?
The
door flew open. Yikes. Someone grabbed his arm, and it took a second to realize
it was Yancy doing the grabbing. Just that quick, he was inside Yancy’s foyer
and the door was closed behind him. Yancy pushed Micah’s back to the wall and
spoke in a low voice. “You made it. I was afraid you’d chicken out. Good,
you’re not too late, so only a few guys have paired off. You can still pretty
much have your pick.”
“It’s
not that easy. I think the other guy has to agree, too.”
“Well,
hell, who wouldn’t choose you? Look at you.”
OK,
so Micah kind of knew that people thought he was good looking. He couldn’t see
it himself. He was tall enough, but kind of skinny and mangy looking. His dark,
almost black hair would not stay out of his eyes. His lips were too full and
cheeks too lean. Using his bike as transportation made him fit—hell, he even
had a six-pack—but altogether he looked like a survivor from a desert island.
He grinned at Yancy. “You didn’t choose me.” He was kidding. They’d always been
friends, but no sparks had ever flown.
Yancy
took him seriously. “I can’t help it that I’m addicted to giant weightlifters
and linebackers. If I could look at a guy under two ninety-five, I’d look at
you.”
Micah
laughed. “And you’d only be off by a hundred and fifty pounds.” He looked
across Yancy’s shoulder into the living room beyond. Music played and the
voices and laughter sounded louder now that he paid attention. “So what’s going
on in there?”
“Lots
of pickings.”
“Not
sure how I feel about it.”
“Don’t
worry. Take your time and see if there’s anything to your liking. This is a
no-obligation event.”
Micah
took a deep breath. “OK.”
“C’mon.”
Yancy
led him into the living room, which on another occasion would have looked out
over the ocean and the city lights of Laguna. As it was, the long drapes hanging
over the cathedral windows were pulled tight. And it wasn’t hard to understand
why. Most of the maybe fifty or so men stood in groups talking and flirting
with drinks and some food in their hands. But on one chair, two guys were
kissing like they could clean each other’s tonsils, and a glance down the hall
showed a man leaning against the wall while another dude sucked him off. The
orgy was beginning. Shee-it. Watching was sexy. It was hard to force his eyes
away from the public blowjob. Hard being the operative word. The room even
smelled like sex, and his cock was turning into a steel rod in his jeans.
Yancy
led him to a bar. “What’ll you have?”
“Red
wine if you’ve got it.”
“Of
course. I even have the organic wine with no sulfates, just for you.”
“Hey,
thanks man.”
Yancy
poured some deep red wine into a stemmed glass and handed it to Micah. “Want me
to introduce you around?”
“Naw.
Let me wander a little.”
“OK,
but no hiding.”
“Just
want to get the lay of the land.”
Yancy
clinked his glass to Micah’s. “I’m more concerned about Micah getting laid.”
He
looked around the room. “What about rubbers? Are these guys using them?”
Yancy
grinned. “I hand them out by the barrelful.” He reached in his pocket and, true
to his word, produced a string of six condoms. “I want you to use every one.”
Micah
laughed and his cock did its happy dance just at the thought. “No worries.”
He
sipped his wine and walked over to the door to the patio and looked out. Wow.
Heaters surrounded the huge pool and men took full advantage, skinny-dipping in
the blue water. Bare asses ran along the pool deck, and two guys fucked against
the far edge of the deep end while two other guys looked on with their cocks
completely erect. Whoa. He needed some of that action. He really did.
He’d
taken one step out when he caught a glimpse of a person walking by him in the
dining room. Crap. Was that a woman? One of his hands reached down and covered
his cock, which was funny since at least ten guys outside were naked and Micah
was fully clothed.
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