Riding the Wave

By Bull Blue

DESCRIPTION:
Don gave up his lofty middle class lifestyle to park a trailer home on the Oregon coast to pen the Great American novel. Cole is a surfer catching a few waves in front of Don’s abode. When the two lock eyes there are more than screw waves twisting about on that beach that day.

EXCERPT:
We sat there and drank our beers in silence, feeling the camper fill with thick sexual tension. Though getting shot down wasn’t part of my vocabulary, it didn’t mean it couldn’t happen. My ego was still in check because I did have a chance to score once I joined the ranks of society again.

“Thanks for the beer, man,” Cole said, tossing his beer into the trash and walking out the door.

It couldn’t have been a good minute before I heard a knock at my door. Slightly bummed by my rejection, I answered the door with a chip on my shoulder, wondering what the fuck he had to say now.

I opened the door, and there was Cole standing on my step in his hairy birthday suit with a stout hard-on curving back to the ocean.

“I was just fucking with you, too.” Cole licked his chops as I allowed him to climb back into the camper.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lot's Cave, Inc.
• Release date: Jan 11, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463210734

Bull Blue

What is normal? The answer to that seemingly simple question will probably never be found. Most of the men in my erotic stories have already accepted and adjusted to their world of homosexuality. Yet, some are still unsure, still exploring themselves and their possible life style. My stories deal with a sexual dilemma that confronts of all of us in one form or another. We cannot pass judgment on how individuals seek and find pleasure - we can only look at them with an open mind, seeing how some members of our society face the problem.

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CONTENTS

Riding the Wave

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Author’s Note

Twink Exotica

Gay Erotica

Other Novels

by Bull Blue

Before the word recession became a part of our daily vocabulary, I sold my wonderful four-bedroom home on five acres of land and bought a cheap portable camper to park along a remote stretch of beach off the Oregon coast. It sounded quite romantic in my head: The newbie writer shucking away the cast of his dull mid-grade profession to pursue his real passion in life. I didn’t know at the time that in my quest to pen the next Great American novel I would spend the bulk of my days watching the sun bouncing off the pristine Pacific Ocean, day in and day out. Even when I turned my back to it, I knew that it was still there taunting me about my writing. Don’t get me wrong, it’s a wonderful sight to behold. The problem I have is that after some time it hits you that it is the only sight.

Aside from coming up with the perfect intro to my literary masterpiece and jagging off to my stash of sexy masculine hairy men’s magazines, there wasn’t much else