That Night in the Basement

By Keegan Kennedy

Short Story. Middle Age can be a bitch, especially when a man’s in a mostly sexless marriage. So 42-year-old Decker Collins is doing the only thing he can, and that’s deal with his eight-inch problem on his own. Alas, certain things have minds of their own at times. When Decker goes down to the basement in the middle of the night to take care of business, his son’s friend, Caleb, makes Decker an offer he can’t refuse. This gay, steamy short story is 7500 words.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Keegan Kennedy
• Release date: Sep 3, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463605561

Keegan Kennedy

Originally hailing from Mississippi, Keegan Kennedy is a writer based out of Memphis, TN. He's a self-described, ‘aging, former sex symbol’ with a kinky imagination. Keegan is fascinated with the natural power exchanges between dominant and submissive males, and his stories reflect that fascination. The fantasies that he shares are full of adventure, peril, bondage, and a dry wit. And he has a knack for uncovering love and romance in the darkest of places. With a tendency toward the melodramatic, he does more than arouse or excite the reader - he engages them.Author of Homecoming: International Number One in four countries: The United States, The United Kingdom, Germany and Canada. Author of Homecoming: International Number One in four countries: The United States, The United Kingdom, Germany and Canada. Author of eBook Number Ones: The Substitute Wife, Magnificent Pretense, Captivated, Ganymede 4, West Texas Rivalry, Taken, The Christmas Bottom, The Party Favor, Stupid Jocks Make the Best Submissives, College Endowment, Who Wears the Pants in the Family?, Saving Drake McKenzie, Heisting Hogan, Half Past Midnight, Crossroads, and Man of the House.

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That Night in the Basement

By Keegan Kennedy

Copyright September 2019

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That Night in the Basement

Decker Collins entered the upstairs bedroom from the adjoining bathroom. The tall, dark-haired man with the hairy chest was clad only in his white briefs. Sitting up on her side of their king-sized bed, his wife, Tabatha, looked up from the TV.

Aside from DJ, their son, having a friend sleep over, it’d been an uneventful Friday night.

What are you watching? he asked, crossing the room.

"Real Housewives of Little Rock," she replied, her gaze returning to the screen atop the dresser across the room.

Oh, he said, climbing into bed. From the location, it seems the producers are really exhausting every avenue they can at this point, huh?

Tabatha snapped her head in Decker’s direction, her brown eyes narrowed. I love this show.

Well, that makes one of us, Decker returned.

She grunted her annoyance and returned to watching TV.

Decker looked over at his wife and sighed. Although it was late April, Tabatha was wearing a flannel, avocado-colored nightgown that covered everything except for her hands, feet, and head. With what could only be described as a terrible brown perm, she was all ice and irritation tonight.

I guess sex is off the table tonight yet again, he said sarcastically.

Sex is all you think about, Tabatha snapped.

"Well, who needs sex when they have the Real Housewives of Little Twat to keep them warm?"

I’m not going to dignify that with a response,