Dude Mama

By Michael P. Thomas

When button-down biracial lawmaker Cassidy Uematsu meets hardscrabble fry cook Buford “Jax” Jackson, it’s lust at first sight. They’re only too happy to jump into the sack, and when Jax loses his condom mid-getting-to-know-you, Cassidy urges him forward, damn the consequences. What’s the worst that can happen?

After a couple weeks of morning sickness and a few months gaining weight, Cassidy learns an unfathomable secret about the men in his family that he’s pretty sure he was happier not knowing. Jax is a fan of Cassidy’s rapidly rounding belly, and of the sexy “Dude Mama” roleplay it inspires.

But the night he feels a kick inside Cassidy’s growing belly, Jax hightails it, certain at least one of them has lost his damn mind. A pregnant dude? That’s impossible. As the ninth month since the condom mishap approaches, Cassidy sure hopes he’s right.

• Language: English
• Publisher: JMS Books LLC
• Release date: Jul 22, 2017
• ISBN: 9781634864114

Michael P. Thomas

Michael P. Thomas is a former flight attendant whose mid-life career change to 911 operator has shown him that the widespread fear of sharing and receiving love is a real emergency. He writes to spread love and encourage others to do likewise. And a little bit to scare the gay-haters. For more information, visit facebook.com/GoReadMichaelPThomas.

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Dude Mama

By Michael P. Thomas

Published by JMS Books LLC

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Copyright 2017 Michael P. Thomas

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For J and the night this didn’t happen.

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Dude Mama

By Michael P. Thomas

Shit! The condom came off.

Cassidy had the vaguest sensation that this was something he should care about, but with his eyes rolled back in his head and Jax’s gorgeous dick up his ass, fuck if he could put his finger on why. All he knew for sure was that Jax had stopped thrusting, and his butt wasn’t liking that one bit. He’d gone his whole life without Jax inside him, and had spent the last three weeks very mindfully trying to remedy that condition. If the kid thought he was gonna halfway fuck Cassidy for the first time, and then pull out because his dick was too big to keep rubbered, he’d obviously lost his damn mind along with the shitty piece of latex. Cassidy took hold of Jax by his bony hips and guided him back in so there would be no misunderstanding.

Who cares? he said. What, am I gonna get pregnant? Just come in me.

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Cassidy Uematsu was the first openly gay Republican of Japanese ancestry to be elected to the Colorado House of Representatives before age thirty-five. All these things were true about him, but until he’d read that description of himself in the free weekly newspaper that covered Denver clubs, trends, and politics, he wouldn’t have thought there was such a specific legislative niche waiting to be filled. He was also of Norwegian ancestry—he didn’t speak Norwegian, but his mom had lived in Oslo until she was a teenager, and growing up he’d understood well enough to know when he was in big trouble—but that hadn’t yet warranted a mention. Presumably, the young gay Norwegians had long since stormed the State house.

Whatever. Cassidy wasn’t afraid to play the diversity game. He knew he ‘looked Japanese’—if one could get past the blond hair and big Norwegian butt—and if he could use that to pull the TV cameras towards legislation he gave a shit about, he didn’t see the harm. When he was growing up, people had always gushed, You could totally be a model! He figured at least this way he was using his looks to shill for something more important than shampoo.

His mountain district was less than two hours from downtown Denver, and he tried to be conscientious, if not about being seen around town, then at least about seeming accessible. His storefront office was right on Grand Avenue, next to the mini golf course, and his cousin-slash-campaign manager Kirk answered the phone and drank beer in the office during the five out of every six weeks that Cassidy couldn’t get away from Denver. But really, an excuse to get the hell out of town and plunk down on a cute condo in Capitol Hill had been