Surprise Gifts

By Drew Hunt

As a Christmas gift to himself, interior designer Nick Dailey decides to fly to Southern Florida to watch his local NFL team play an away game. However, his last minute plans meant there was no room at any of the inns, forcing him to rent a room in a seedy motel.

Nick’s employee and best gal pal, Penny, had promised him a surprise gift. He’s amazed when he discovers this is none other than a meeting with “Big Bad Brad” Williams, star defensive lineman for the Outlaws. Nick can’t believe it when Brad asks if he can kiss Nick. Naturally Nick agrees. Pushing his luck, Nick asks to explore the big man’s chocolate-colored skin, bulging muscles, and heavy tattoos.

Things take a decided turn for the surreal when Brad strips naked and Nick is formally introduced to Brad’s genitalia -- Buddy Johnson and Bill and Ben Balls. What follows is an afternoon of passion, wonder, and delight that Nick knows he won’t ever forget.

But when the encounter is over, unexpected and uncomfortable truths are revealed. How will Brad and Nick each handle their surprise gifts?

• Language: English
• Publisher: JMS Books LLC
• Release date: Dec 21, 2014
• ISBN: 9781611527216

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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Surprise Gifts

By Drew Hunt

Published by JMS Books LLC

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Copyright 2014 Drew Hunt

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For Dave who didn’t and Sam and Ted who couldn’t.

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Surprise Gifts

By Drew Hunt

Climbing the stairs to the second-floor walkway of the motel, Nick Dailey cast a critical eye over the faded, sun-bleached walls. He couldn’t help it. He was an interior designer and his mind teemed with ideas on how, if this were one of his commissions, this whole environment would be transformed into something much more welcoming to guests. The straggly tinsel streamers wound around the balusters were, to put it mildly, pathetic. As was the tinny Christmas music being piped to all the public areas. He’d hated Bing Crosby’s White Christmas as a child when his mom used to play it repeatedly every December, and he hadn’t changed his opinion of it as an adult. And it was singularly inappropriate for the sub-tropical climate of Southern Florida.

The concessions to the holiday spirit just showed how cheap the motel was. But it was his own fault for leaving the arranging of his accommodation till the last minute. No room at the inn, had been the message at most places he’d tried. Fortunately, or unfortunately, there had been room at what Nick was beginning to privately call The Bates Motel.

He stopped partway up the stairs to tuck in an errant piece of tinsel. Nick had heard all the jokes about gay interior designers, but knew he didn’t fit the stereotype. Heck, he liked football, had