Cursed

By A. W. Turner

Exert:

If you had asked me if I believed in curses 18 months ago I would have laughed at you and said Hell No. As far as I was concerned they were complete horse shite. That was then, now I’m not so sure.

My life was going well sort-of, me Da was the Alpha of our pack and he didn’t care that his only son was gay. Even though me parents knew that ah dinnae like woman that way, the rest of the pack didn’t. When me Da got sick, everyone started ta look to me to lead the pack. To them it was important that the Alpha provide an heir to keep the line and the pack strong. Clearly ah wasnae going ta be able to do that. That is why me cousin Derek did wit he did – Bastard. He’d always been jealous of me; ah suppose ah shouldn’t blame him - the fucker. I should have been more careful but he caught me with my pants down – literally. Then things went to shit pretty damn quickly.

I was enjoying a tongue lashing a cute twink was giving me behind the Dog and Duck Pub and me cousin took a pic of it. One minute I was the golden boy, the next that photo had been sent to the whole pack and ah was out on me ear. Worse than that cousin Derek made sure I’d never be able to return – he got a gypsy woman to curse my tadger. The only person ah would be able to get it up for would be my fated mate. And like fairies they were hard to find, even if you did believe in them. I was so screwed.

But I’m getting ahead of meself, Introductions first, me names Kit Ross, well actually its Karl Iain Thomas Ross, but K.I.T, to my friends. I’m now 26 and ah live in a quiet and remote part of Scotland. Why do ah live in a quiet and remote part of Scotland? Because ah left town to avoid a riot. So here ah am oot in the middle of nowhere by meself trying to figure oot what the hell ta do and how ta get home and feeling as horny as hell.

If ah knew that living in an old croft in the woods was what awaited me after a night of fun. Ah think ah might have stayed home. I’ll give you the gory details soon enough...

• Language: English
• Publisher: A. W. Turner
• Release date: Nov 8, 2018
• ISBN: 9780463442388

A. W. Turner

About AW TurnerAfter spending years working in an office as a secretary AW Turner finally decided to follow her dream of being a full-time author writing MM Paranormal Romance. Most of her characters are either quirky-loveable introverts or grumpy alpha males, all in search of a HEA.A W lives in the south of England with her husband, she has a new kitten and befriends every cat she sees. She's dyslexic and has a love for history and old wooden furniture, which she restores when she's not writing. She has a thing for sports cars and driving fast, makes more jam than she can eat and loves to play in the snow.

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Chapter 1

Derek

I should have listened, Maria did try, but at the time ah wasnae interested.  As I drove away that day ah was determined I’d finally gotten the upper hand.  Like hell I had.  Ah drove home and once there ah had breakfast and savoured the moment.  Then I got me phone book, selected the image of Kit and hit send all.  That done ah sat back and waited fer the shite ta hit the fan, ah expected a certain amount of back lash.  I expected me uncle Douglas ta be on the rampage.  What I dinnae expect was me Auntie Carole, jeez, that woman is fucking scary.  She burst through me kitchen door like it was made of paper in her wolf form and literally growled at me.  I’m no ashamed ta say that ah pissed meself a little, who wouldnae?  The mate of the Alpha was no submissive and fer me usually genteel, refined aunt ta destroy me door and snap her teeth at me was a real eye opener.  Ah knew that me own Ma wouldnae be happy with me, but she’d been aware that ah wanted more, I think she’d thought I’d work me way up, not bring Kit doon.  Well it was too late now the text was sent.

That week wasnae good, Doug had stormed around toon yelling and meeting with other family members trying ta settle doon the ruffled feathers but he had ta concede that Kit was gay and a gay man couldnae use a fake mate ta produce an heir.  So Kit left toon and dinnae come back, that was almost two years ago and things hadnae work oot as ah had planned, no that ah really planned it. If ah had then I’d have found another way ta get what ah wanted.  What I got was disproving looks from folks in toon, me uncle no talking ta me, me aunt glaring at me, me own Ma ashamed of me and me own sexy life blown oot of the water.  All of the woman who’d had a thing fer Kit hated me fer what ah did, the fact that Kit never would have dated any of them wasnae the point.  He was the nice guy who’d talked ta anyone and ah was the quiet, awkward petty resentful one who wanted ta get me own way. 

Ever since ah saw Kit and that guy in the pub garden I cannae get the image oot of me heed, ah keep on looking at that picture and every time I do ah get the biggest hard-on.  I dinnae know whether it’s because all the girls have shunned me or the curse has back-fired onta me.  Every night ah fall asleep with thoughts of Kit, his body his cock, the way he fucked that guy.  Each morning ah wake up in a mess of me own cum.  Ah dinnae know what’s wrong with me.  True ah was never a stud, but these days I’d have better luck getting struck by lightning.

There was no one ah could talk ta aboot me new interest in men. I’ve watched so much gay porn lately and it gets me hard just the same.  Ah don’t understand why now, but after 10 month of watching it ah need more and that’s left me with only one option…. The Dog ‘n’ Duck.

I’d been thinking aboot it fer a few weeks, talking meself oot of it then changing me mind. But tonight ah was going ta go back ta the pub and just see.  Being a Bata I’m naturally geared ta play the supporting role, so maybe I’m looking fer a strong man ta dominate me.  A man who’ll pound me arse and let me suck his dick, shite ah can feel me balls tingle just thinking aboot it.  I’m no handsome like Kit, I’m 5’10, slim built with brown hair and eyes, Mr average that me.  If the type of guy I’m after doesnae find me attractive I’m no sure where ta go ta next.  Ah could always try Grinder I suppose.  But I dinnae like the idea of picking a guy from a profile, I want ta see who I’m getting before ah get them.   Ah made sure ta wear me good pair of jeans; I’d lost a bit of weight with all the stress of still working with a man that despises me.  If I’d had any sense I’d have left toon, found another pack a better one and gotten a better job.  But I’m afraid ta stride oot on me own.  Ah took a look at meself in the mirror, hoping that I dinnae look as desperate as ah felt.  I was new ta this, ah had no idea how it was going ta feel, I just knew that ah needed it.

I pulled up at the Pub and parked me ford focus behind a large four-by-four and walked slowly ta the door. Than all ah had ta do was walk inside and it would all be better…

Mustering up courage ah dinnae feel I opened the door and went in.  The place was packed; there were no empty seats and barely any standing room.  I stood where ah was by the door fer a while, trying ta figure oot how ta get to the bar and what the etiquette was, did ah approach them or them me?   I was jostled oot of me mussing by a huge guy coming in the door behind me.  Maybe just maybe this guy would be interested in me.

I looked over his broad strong body – he was much taller than me and therefore more impressively built.  The thought of his strong hands grabbing me made me feel all hot under the collar.  His hair was a dark mahogany red and he had a trimmed beard ta match – he couldnae have looked any more like a lumberjack if he’d had an axe in his hand and was shouting TIMBRE!   Ah was getting distracted again and noticed that he was looking at me oddly.  I was no the youngest man there, I’m 31 and that’s probably old ta be looking fer me first male experience.

‘Drink’? The lumberjack asked me

‘Aye, please, I was just trying ta figure oot how ta get the bar’ I said.

‘Don’t worry baby, you walk behind me and they’ll part like the red sea as ah walk towards them’ He winked and held oot his hand.

SHITE, HOLY FUCKING FUCK… DID I JUST PULL?…. THIS SHITE JUST GOT REAL.

An hour later ah badly needed a piss and headed ta the men’s and me lumberjack came with me.  I stood at the urinal and barely managed ta no pee down me own leg as lumberjack got his tackle oot.  Jeez he was well hung, it was long and thick a real mouth-full probably.  Ah finished up and washed me hands while ‘Jack’ shook himself and tucked away.  I was drying me hands when he came up behind me and grabbed me hips pulling me back inta him as he thrust himself forwards against me.  Ah could feel him, that monster cock was already semi hard and it was hard fer me.  I must have moaned withoot realising as he was bending doon ta me ear and asking if ah wanted ta feel it some more.  Ah could barely talk so I just nodded and allowed him ta lead me towards one of the cubicles.  Once inside he eased his jeans doon again and pulled his impressive cock oot. 

I’d had me own cock sucked a few times, no recently but ah knew the technique so I bent doon opened me mouth and licked along his length like ah was licking an iced lolly.  Ah must have been doing something right because his big paw of a hand grasped the back of me heed ta stop me from moving as he thrust his cock further inta me mouth making me eyes water.  This was not only me first time giving a blow-job but also having me face fucked.  I forgot ta breathe and struggled ta take in air after what felt like an hour but was more likely 5 minutes he pulled oot and tugged me jeans down spinning me around.

‘You ready for this baby? Jack asked’

‘I… I’ve no done this before…’ I stammered

‘.. Not fucked in a toilet or not been fucked?’

‘Either’

‘Holy hell, I’ll take it slow then’.  Jack pulled his top over his cock opened the door and went to the soap dispenser on the wall, then returned and shut the door.  With the soap in hand he coated two fingers with the make-do lube and rubbed it over me puckered hole.  With every swipe he pushed his finger in and oot until it was all the way ta the knuckle before slowly retracting again.  He eased his finger in till me muscles relaxed, then he added a second finger and repeated till he could freely move his fingers.  Fishing around in his pocket he pulled oot a condom, tore open the packet and sheathed himself before lining his cock up and easing gently in.  Ah bent forward placing me hands on the toilet top and leaned forward bracing meself.  At first ah felt a burning sensation as his cock pushed inta me, stretching me even more than his fingers had.  Then he started ta move in and oot getting deeper with each surge forward. Me soaped up channel clenching his shaft as he fucked me virgin hole.  From this angle ah could feel him hit something deep within me that sent tingles up me spine.  Me own cock had already gone rock hard and wept tears of cum the harder he hit that spot.  If ah had me hands free I might have taken me own cock in hand and jerked meself oof while he pounded me but ah was too busy hanging on ta the toilet.  It dinnae matter anyway as after another few hits of that magic spot had me coming all over the toilet as ‘Jack’ gave one more forceful thrust, his own cock twitching and expanding inta me as he came too.   He held on ta me a few minutes more before pulling oot and removed the condom and dropped it doon the toilet before hitting the flush.

Standing straight he pulled his jeans back in place and tucked himself in. Ah was frozen in place still bent over the toilet, too overwhelmed ta realise that me right of passage was over.  Jack pulled me up turned me around then pulled up me jeans before wrapping his hands around me in a close hug.  Me rapid shallow breaths slowly calmed and deepened as me brain thawed enough ta function properly.  Ah shuddered and pulled away looking deeply in ta the blue eyes of me first.  There was such tenderness there ah almost buckled at the knees.  Steadying me Jack fastened me jeans and placed both hands on me faced before kissing me gently on the lips.  He then stood back opened the cubicle door and led me back to the still packed bar.  Ah was still a little dazed and held on to his hand as he found me a seat and went ta get me a coffee.

Me arse was a little tender ta sit on but no badly enough that I’d have ta sleep standing up.  I waited fer me…. Date?  Me lover? Me whatever ta return with me drink.  A couple of guys looked me over while ah was looking around the room, seemed that ah was in with the locals.  Once Jack returned handing me my drink and his phone number.

WELL HELL, I WASN’T EXPECTING TO GET A PHONE NUMBER TONIGHT, BUT THERE AGAIN I HADN’T EXPECETED TO SUCK COCK OR GET ARSE FUCKED EITHER.  It was turning in ta one hell of a night all right.

Finishing me drink ah fumbled around fer my phone, dialled the number on the card for… Jon Frazer aka my lumberjack.  Jon plucked his beeping phone from his pocket and hit save looking at me expectantly.

‘What name should I save this under?’ He said looking at me expectantly.

‘Derek, Derek Muir’.

‘Nice to meet you Derek, I’m Jon, you fancy meeting up again sometime?’

Did I?  He was sexy and huge, in every way.  Aye, I wanted him again. ‘Aye, I’d like that’.  Was all ah could think ta say.

The evening was getting late and ah had a 45 minute drive home.  So ah stood gave him a small kiss on the cheek before mentioning ah was free next week, then left the pub.

I crawled inta me bed an hour later, me arse still a bit sore and me mind swimming.  I’d gone and done it.  I’d given inta the urges that had ignited the day ah had Kit cursed.  Ah was well and truly fucked now - in every way.  How was ah any different ta Kit?  Was ah gay now?  Would ah still fuck a woman if she lay naked on me bed?  I’m no sure, at the moment all I can think aboot is men, and how I’m a massive