Danny's Dad

By Drew Hunt

Gary Levinson is in love with his best friend’s dad. It’s as simple as that.

Danny doesn’t think it’s simple. He’s okay with his best friend being gay. He can cope with the idea -- in theory -- that his dad is gay. But Gary and his dad being gay together ...?

Neil “Raw” Rawlings doesn’t think it’s simple at all. He’s a well-known rugby league player and Gary is too young, too immature, and too star-struck. Besides, he could do better than an aging sportsman close to retirement.

Finally giving in to Gary’s pleas, Raw agrees to sleep with Gary on his eighteenth birthday. But what happens next? Is this a once-only birthday present, or a gift that keeps on giving?

• Language: English
• Publisher: JMS Books LLC
• Release date: Nov 11, 2011
• ISBN: 9781611522037

Drew Hunt

Having read all the decent free fiction on the net Drew could find, he set out to try his hand at writing something himself. Fed up reading about characters who were super-wealthy, impossibly handsome, and incredibly well-endowed, Drew determined to make his characters real and believable.Drew lives a quiet life in the north of England with his cat. Someday he hopes to meet the kind of man he writes about. Readers can contact him at [e-mail].

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Danny’s Dad

By Drew Hunt

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Copyright 2011 Drew Hunt

ISBN 9781611522037

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Cover Photo Credit: Markus Gann

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Cover Design: J.M. Snyder

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Danny’s Dad

By Drew Hunt

Gary Levinson burst through the kitchen door. His best friend, Danny Rawlings, was at the table—textbooks spread out in front of him.

Breathless, because he’d run all the way from his house, Gary asked, Raw in?

Danny looked at his watch. Laying down his pen, he said, You’re early.

Couldn’t wait. Gary panted and rested for a moment, hands on knees. Is he in? he asked again.

Danny sighed, scraped back his chair and stood. Dad’s upstairs in his room. I’m going over to Matt’s.

Gary watched his best friend leave. He knew it was difficult for him, his best friend and his dad having sex. Gary tried to imagine how he’d feel if he were in a similar situation—Danny about to have sex with his mother.

Yuck!

He jogged round the table, through the living room and into the hall. As he took the stairs two at a time he could hardly believe what was about to happen. Finally, after years of suggesting, cajoling, and downright begging, Danny’s dad was going to make love to him.

It was the morning of Gary’s eighteenth birthday and the only gift he wanted was behind the closed door at the end of the landing. Reaching the top step he paused, suddenly nervous. He tried to calm his racing heart and slow his breathing. His stomach also felt funny, like a flock of doves—or were they lovebirds—flying around in there. Gary didn’t want Raw to see him like this, so he stepped into the bathroom. After washing his face and drying it on Raw’s towel—taking a big sniff of the man’s unique scent—Gary tried to do something with his unruly tangle of red hair. Frowning at the blackhead that was starting to sprout on his freckled, too-big-for-his-face nose, Gary thought about squeezing the zit, but that’d only make it look worse. He knew he was too thin, too gangly and uncoordinated, nothing like the strong, powerfully-muscled god who was waiting for him.

Fuck! he said under his breath, his hands nervously picking at the pockets of his jeans. He’d agonised that morning about what to wear. What did you put on when you were going to be made love to by the man of your dreams?

He’d quickly rejected one of the Leopards’ rugby shirts. Gary had narrow, rounded shoulders; the shirts just looked stupid on him, although that didn’t stop him from getting the replica kits—both home and away—each season. And of course they had Rawlings as well as 13 on the backs.

Eventually