HangTime

By Collette Cote

Robert and Ezekiel have been neighbors for over ten years, hanging out with their wives and doing the best friends thing, free and easy and close.

Robert loves his wife deeply, both emotionally and physically, but much to his dismay, he's been feeling the same way toward Ezekiel of late. Robert knows his buddy is as straight as a gun barrel; he's certain that if he reveals himself, catastrophe would ensue.

But what he doesn't know is this: Ezekiel harbors lusty secrets of his own, and when the two men are alone for the weekend, a mammoth first-time truth for Robert is savagely unleashed, hard and deep and dangerously unprotected!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Collette Cote
• Release date: Sep 14, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370427802

Collette Cote

Collette enjoys writing LGBT erotica, with a dash of romance to keep things real. Very little is off-limits in her sexually explicit stories, so the reader is forewarned.

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HANGTIME

By Collette Coté

Copyright 2017 by Collette Coté

All rights reserved

Cover photo is stock photography and used with permission.

This story features explicit sexual encounters between consenting adults.

Publisher's Note:

Collette deeply appreciates the collaboration of her Sin On Silk colleagues.

HANGTIME

Hand me that soap when you're done, bro. I forgot mine in my locker.

Robert glanced over at Zeke. They'd had the gym to themselves, and were now alone in the locker room's shower. Hot water sprayed across his best friend's mocha features and down his toned muscular body.

Sure, Robert said.

They'd shared soap and shampoo many times over the years, and were completely at ease with it. Robert was the first on the block to make introductions when Zeke and Vanessa had moved next-door a decade ago. He and Sharon hadn't seen color -- they'd seen someone new to hang out with. Over the years, the two couples had become almost inseparable.

Chuckling, Robert made a move to soap his genitals, but Zeke snatched his wrist in a strong, slippery grip.

C'mon, man. Gimme a break.

Laughing, Robert handed the soap to his buddy, and then grabbed the bottle of shampoo. He squirted some into his hair and lathered up. Beside him, Zeke soaped his thick legs, bending over to reach his ankles. His brown butt was a finely chiseled sculpture, glistening with droplets.

Robert stared at it, feeling his heart speed up a little. Over the last year or so, he'd found himself attracted to his buddy in ways that were more than friendly, and he didn't know why. His marriage was sound, and the sex was always good.

As if to underline his confusion, Zeke demanded with mock disapproval,

Hey, Rob, are you staring at me?

Robert knew his buddy was just joking around, but he blushed anyway, ducking his head beneath the shower spray.

You wish, he mumbled.

Zeke straightened up and returned the soap. Do my back, bro.

It was not an unusual request, but this time Robert hesitated. Zeke stared at Robert over his shoulder.

What's the problem?

Robert grunted. Nothing.

He lathered his hands and applied them to Zeke's shoulders, moving them in slow circles down ridges of muscle that lined his buddy's spine. His heart sped up again, and something twitched forcibly. He looked down -- his thick pinkish member now jutted towards Zeke's dark backside, bobbing stiffly at a ninety-degree angle from his tufted groin, the wide slit in its fat round helmet a vertical smile of joy.

Oh fuck me, Robert thought.

He knew what Zeke might think if Zeke saw his hugely swollen manhood -- he dropped the soap and turned away quickly. Zeke picked it up, and a moment later, Robert felt strong, firm fingers working lather into his