Summer Thunder

By Clay Ferrill

Moves to new cities mean new neighbors. Just across the boulevard from my newly remodeled house lives an unhappy couple, Manny and Alissa Summer. From the second our eyes met, Manny's been seriously flirting with me. I'm Mark Byerly. It's going to be a long, hot summer on Long Island in the Benton Heights neighborhood of West Babylon, New York. Old Victorian-era homes on estate lots in a sparsely populated neighborhood, I think of Manny often, watching him, studying his seemingly perfect masculine form, his bare upper body moving and flexing as he works on his yard. I've messed around with guys before, nothing serious, just sport sex. But this is different. It's electric. The thought of him, touching him, tasting him, taking him, makes the hair stand up all over my body. Like that loud clap of summer thunder too soon after the lightning flashes. That means it's really close. Too close.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Clay Ferrill
• Release date: Sep 20, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463379646

Clay Ferrill

The novels and short stories I have published on this platform are gay male erotica. My novels provide a more in depth view of the characters I construct and I only hope you, the reader, feel I do those characters justice by defining them as more than simply sexual objects. I've strived to add deeper and broader character dimension as I weave them into the storyline.My short stories are commonly called "bang-boy" books because they get right down to the nitty gritty and often spontaneity of consensual sex between men in various scenarios. Other readers have described them as just short enough to get them excited and worked up and in that way, very much like the former fiction stories published in the gay men's magazines of yesteryear.WARNING: If you live in or visit any countries where homosexuality is illegal, download my work at your own risk. Please take extra care and may peace always be with you.

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Summer Thunder

A very American gay erotic short story

by

Clay Ferrill

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This is a work of fiction. Names of characters are fictitious. Any resemblance to persons living or dead, or to any actual real-world events is purely coincidental. All copyrighted and trademarked names, businesses, and products mentioned in this book remain the property of their respective owners. The author is in no way attempting to claim any such ownership by their use. No infringement is intended.

Content Warning

This story contains adult language and material, including homosexual discussions and overtones, including references to homosexual activities. As such, this book is not recommended for minors, those who do not wish to read such material, or if it is illegal for you to own a copy.

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Please, I beg of you, if you live in a country that condones or practices the imprisonment or execution of homosexuals simply for being a homosexual, be vigilant and very careful.

May peace always be upon you.

Manny Summer

I felt the brush of the back of his hand on my neck and it was both rough and ticklish at the same time. My eyes snapped shut and I held my breath. I was shocked he was doing this. He was taking me at my word. Anytime, anywhere, any place I’d said just an hour ago rising to his challenge. He was referring to his inability to keep his hands off my body and my willingness to let him touch me all he wanted. Just fucking do it.

The fine hairs on my neck reacted in such an electric way. My heightened senses told me that the back of his hand, moving gently back and forth across the back of my neck, was hairy and heavy-large. I kept my eyes closed, facing down the aisle of reds in a large and very well-stocked wine section. I took another deep breath and felt myself wobble a little on my feet as if I was losing balance. This is what it’s