The Jerk: An erotic tale of self-love

By Geonn Cannon

A boy, his boy, a girl, and some complicated turn ons.

Just call him the Jerk; everyone else does. He lives alone with his boyfriend (they're a nice couple) and harbors a crush on his boyfriend's sister (she's not really his sister). On one crazy, sexually-charged day, the Jerk is going to discover the secret they've been keeping and all three of them are going to have to rethink the shape of their relationship.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Supposed Crimes, LLC
• Release date: Mar 8, 2012
• ISBN: 9781938108013

Geonn Cannon

Geonn Cannon was born in a barn and raised to know better than that. He was born and raised in Oklahoma where he’s been enslaved by a series of cats, dogs, two birds and one unexpected turtle. He’s spent his entire life creating stories but only became serious about it when he realized it was a talent that could impress girls. Learning to write well was easier than learning to juggle, so a career was underway. His high school years were spent writing stories among a small group of friends and reading whatever books he could get his hands on.Geonn was inspired to create the fictional Squire’s Isle after a 2004 trip to San Juan Island in Washington State. His first novel set on the island, On the Air, was written almost as a side project to another story he wanted to tell. Reception to the story was so strong that the original story was put on the back burner to deal with the world created in On the Air. His second novel set in the same universe, Gemini, was also very well received and went on to win the Golden Crown Literary Society Award for Best Novel, Dramatic/General Fiction. Geonn was the first male author to receive the honor.While some of his novels haven’t focused as heavily on Squire’s Isle, the vast majority of Geonn’s works take place in the same universe and have connections back to the island and its cast of characters (the exception being the Riley Parra series). In addition to writing more novels based on the inhabitants of Squire’s Isle, Geonn hopes to one day move to the real-life equivalent to inspire further stories.Geonn is currently working on a tie-in novel to the television series Stargate SG-1, and a script for a webseries version of Riley Parra.

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The Jerk

An erotic tale of self-love

Geonn Cannon

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Supposed Crimes LLC

This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

Copyright 2012 Geonn Cannon

All Rights Reserved

ISBN: 978-1-938108-01-3

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The Jerk woke up with morning wood.

He could have taken care of it, except he wasn't alone in his bedroom, and his bedroom wasn't technically a bedroom. There was a couch and a coffee table and a television between the bed and the front door, and behind the couch there was a kitchen. He was propped up a little by his pillow and he could see his feet sticking out from under the blanket. Really gnarly feet with big, weird toes. He had to get his shoes special ordered (what a hassle). The blanket was tangled around his waist and he was otherwise naked. He wondered if a blanket counted as clothing if it covered your crotch parts.

The person making him not alone was facedown on the mattress next to him. Danny was dead to the world. His lips were parted, but not enough to make drooling an issue. He had just a little bit of stubble on his cheek and the Jerk reached out to touch it. He stopped himself before he did, though. He didn't want to wake Danny yet. He wanted to be alone with his thoughts, alone in the world, for just a little bit longer.

The bathroom door was open a little. He could have been alone in there, he supposed, but Danny might wake up if he heard the shower and he might consider it an invitation. The mental image - uninvited but not unwelcome - made his cock twitch under the blanket. The movement felt good against the silky smooth material, so he reached down and smoothed the blanket over his crotch.

His cock became a bulge in the material, and he traced its shape with his fingers. It looked like a mountain on in the desert thanks to the brown color of the blanket, and he imagined the little Nevada towns that would surround Mount Hardon, all the people who would scale its side and have picnics at the top.

His cock started out plump rather than hard, but his actions had made it definitely take steps toward full erection. He slipped one hand under the blankets, disturbing the landscape - hundreds of hypothetical Nevadans died in the sudden earthquake; he felt terrible - as he gripped his cock in his left hand. Going left today. He sometimes went right, just for the novelty of it. It always felt mildly peculiar, like someone was giving him a reach-around.

Not that he was complaining. Even a fantasy reach-around was preferable to his own hand.

He thought about the lotion on the floor next to the bed. It was on Danny's side of the bed. He wondered if he could manage to snag it without disturbing the guy who had - at some point - moved into the little basement apartment with him. He decided to just spit in his palm. He pushed the blankets down a little and looked down at his cock.

It was a nice cock, as cocks went. Big, fat when it got hard. Not too veiny. He'd seen cocks in porn with thick, grotesque veins and they always turned him off. The head was a rounded mushroom cap, slightly pinched at the top. One lover had told him it reminded her of Toad from the Mario Brothers game right before she went down on him. That was a cruel trick. Now he couldn't play the damn game without thinking about getting blown. He had told some people he was just sexually attracted to the princess, but his erections always appeared when Toad was on-screen.

His pubic hair was trimmed. He knew some guys thought it was weird to spend time on that, but he took pride in it. He didn't want it shaggy and he didn't do designs (he'd once seen a guy who cut his into an arrow pointing down toward the cock. Just... no. Don't do that). Just enough to look nice, not enough that his lover looked like they had a mustache when he was all the way in their mouth.

He stroked. He pulled his cock to one side and looked down at his balls. He guessed they were kind of small. He'd definitely seen bigger. But girls took them into their hands, and they fit perfectly, so what else did he need? Guys didn't play with them as often. He wished they would, but Play with my balls just sounded so horrible porno that he could never bring himself to say it. Like Say my name, it was a mood-killer and too fake to bring into the bedroom.

Danny groaned and rolled over. The Jerk considered stopping, but he was a firm believer in 'no wood wasted.' Danny rolled over and blinked sleepily, rubbing his eyes before he sat up. He turned and watched the Jerk jerk for a minute, his elbow on his bent knee and his fist pressing against his cheek. It made his face look mashed.

You wanna hand with that?

Nah, that's okay.

Danny nodded and watched for a little more. His free hand disappeared under the blankets and his arm moved, and the Jerk knew Danny was stroking