Love Me: Book One In The Unconventional Love Series

By Fan'Cee

Octavius Moore Junior, better known as Junior, thought he knew what love was. But after a heartbreak that nearly had him taking his life, he learned a valuable lesson; perfect isn’t real. He also realized that age does matter, especially when there’s a seventeen-year gap—at least that was his experience.
Five years later, Junior finds himself thriving as an adult entertainer, with nothing but a luxurious life ahead of him. But when a wealthy businesswoman by the name of Naveh Purdue catches his eye, all bets are off; Junior has to have her. A single date sets off a series of chain reactions that will test Junior’s faith in love and his faith in happiness. Unforeseeable events occur when Junior finally feels like he’s found peace. Crazy exes, annoying bosses, and a best friend that makes him question his sexuality. Junior has a lot to figure out, and he just doesn’t know if Naveh will be there to help, or if it will all be too much for the woman to handle. Either way, Junior will fight until he finds the rainbow on the other side of the dangerous storm that is his life.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Fan'Cee
• Release date: Oct 7, 2020
• ISBN: 9781005836313

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1

My daddy ain’t proud, but my mama still loves me.

That’s what I say to myself every time I undress in front of the camera and let the world see me fuck someone. It doesn’t matter what anyone thinks, as long as my mama loves her little boy.

As I move into the twink beneath me, I try to think inspiring thoughts. Thoughts of fucking a gorgeous woman, and not this fucker’s asshole. It’s not my first gay scene, but I don’t like it any more than the first time I did it.

Cut! I hear the director say, and I violently jerk back.

Hey, watch it! My filming partner yells, but I pay him no mind as I stand. Walking over to my manager I grab my water from her hand, as the he director walks over to me and sighs.

Come on, Junior. We’ve been waiting for a cum shot for the last twenty fucking minutes. You got to give it to us.

I’m not attracted to the person I’m fucking, so excuse me if I find it a little hard to get off. I deadpan as I glare at the short fat fucker.

But you’re rock hard. You have to feel some attraction to the man, or you’d be soft by now.

That’s when I chuckle while shaking my head.

I took a little white pill to keep my dick up...trust me, I ain’t turned on. That’s why I’m not shooting my damn load already.

The director scoffs before he storms off, and I look back at my manager. She rolls her eyes at me, and I know she’s about to scold me like I’m a child.

You got to release Junior because, honestly, I’m tired of watching this scene. Tiffany throws her hands in the exasperation. You have used almost an entire bottle of lube. Plus, I don’t think your partner will hold on much longer. You’ve worn his ass out, literally. She rolls her eyes. I couldn’t help but laugh at her before handing her back my water bottle.

Show me your tits, I demand, and like clockwork, my manager sits down the bottle and undoes her shirt. The bitch is shameless. My hands find her sweet little b-cup breast, and I run my large hand across them. My dick twitches at the contact while my stomach and balls tighten. Before I can stop myself, I’m bending over to taste her sweet little pink nipples, one by one. My manager gasps, arching her back to push her breast farther into my mouth.

S-save it for the camera. She stutters as I pull away.

A smirk plays on my lips as I back away and turn to see my screen partner ass up, face down, ready for me. I walk over, bury myself in his ass while looking at my manager, who still has her breast out for me. She runs her hands across them and tweaks her nipples. The sight sends me into a frenzy as I speed up my thrust. Right when I feel myself about to cum, I pull out and the man beneath me gets on his knees. My release splatters all over his face while he happily takes all I can give him while he giggles like an idiot.

That’s what I call a cum shot! The director says as I walk off the set without a word. I drag my manager by her arm until we are in my dressing room. When we are inside, I bend her over my couch and take her from behind.

Like I said before, my daddy ain’t proud, but my mama still loves me.

One Week Later

Tonight is the night I have been waiting for—for a long time.

I’m up for four different awards at the International Porn Festival, and I am pretty stoked about it. I’m trying to keep myself composed, but the back of my neck is sweating, my hands are clammy, and I am thirsty.

Fucking nerves.

Despite my nerves, I have to admit that I do look good. My tailor-made, expensive suit fits my tall, lean frame like a glove, and my manager, Tiffany, has an elegant dress to match me.

You ready? She asks as she steps into my hotel room. My eyes roam to her svelte figure. Her brunette hair stops just below her breast, her make-up is perfect, and she has topped the whole look off with some killer red lipstick. She looks good.

Damn, you look fucking hot, I say as I walk over to her and offer her my arm—Tiffany giggles and blushes before thanking me. We walk down the hall and get into the elevator to head to the lobby. When the elevator doors open, I’m relieved to find it quiet and partially empty, but my relief is short-lived. As soon as we step outside to get into the limo, the cameras flash.

Junior, are you excited for tonight?

Have you and your manager made your relationship official?

Junior, is it true your family has disowned you?

The paparazzi throw the same old questions at me, and as usual, I ignore them. Once inside the limo, Tiffany takes a deep breath and pulls out her tablet.

"The award ceremony starts in forty minutes. Go to the first row, seat A, and I will be backstage in case you or rather when you get awarded something." She rambles. I zone her out as I take a glass and pour myself some scotch. My mind goes back to the one question that always bothers me; Has my family disowned me?

No.

They haven’t. I know that much. My Mom calls me every Sunday and tells me to come home and visit. How do I tell her I too want to be with them, but it’s too hard because she is there? She’ll always be there. The woman I thought loved me.

When I saw Melia in that hospital after my brother-in-law got shot, I thought I’d have her forever. Sure, she was older than me, much older than me, but my Dad is much older than my Mom, and they are still very much in love. So, I went for it, and in the end, she cheated. The bitch got pregnant by another man and told me it was my baby. I believed her. Not only me, but my entire family trusted her until the day baby came. One look at the newborn, and it was clear I was not the father.

Why, Melia!? I screamed at the woman holding the fragile infant in her arms.

I’m sorry! Melia shouted back as she held her baby close to her chest. Her baby. The baby I thought to be mine but isn’t.

I thought you loved me. My voice was low and distraught. Melia only sniffled and shook her head.

How could I love you, Junior? Have you ever looked at yourself? You’re just a child. I’m thirty-five years old. I need stability, and you aren’t able to give me that.

So, you cheat!? I could have given it to you! I’ve been giving it to you for over a year now. What else do you need? Money? A house? Land? I could have given you everything, but you were too blind to see that. Too selfish to see what was right in front of your face.

I made a mistake! But I won’t apologize for it! There was no regret in her voice.

I shake my head at the memory and swallow down the rest of my drink before pouring another one. That whole ordeal was five years ago, and Melia ended up being right; I didn’t know what I wanted. But now, I know.

I want to love someone—unfiltered, raw, passionate love.

Junior! Tiffany yells, snapping me out of my thoughts. I look over at her, and she’s standing outside of the limo with the door open. Come on! She shouts again over the blaring of the music coming from the venue and the downtown LA traffic. I roll my neck, then down another shot of scotch before stepping out of the limo.

As I adjust my suit, I catch a glimpse of a few of my old screen partners, as we all head toward the venue. When we are inside the venue, I stop for a few photos with other screen partners and some fans who won VIP tickets.

Mirrors, light, and sculptures form dramatic, flashy effects and lure the journalists for an extra shot of pizzazz. I’m interviewed by a different journalist who asks me about my favorite scenes and stars that I’ve performed with this year. Thank God I got a little tipsy before I came, or else this would be unbearable.

I soon take my place where Tiffany told me, and the ceremony starts. The music entertainer for the night begins the ceremony before they announce awards. First up are all the amateur awards, and I sit up straighter when it’s time for the established pornstar announcements.

It’s been a horny year for our next winner. You can see him in over two hundred videos, and each one is rougher than the last, A redhead bimbo says with a cheeky smile. The award for Best Male Performer of The Year goes to... Octavius Junior!

You gotta be shittin’ me.

I shoot up from my seat with a broad smile and make my way up to the stage, climbing two steps at a time. As I grip the mic, a teleprompter plays different scenes I have performed this year, both with males and females in the background. The redheaded woman hands me the trophy, and I peck her lightly on the cheek.

Holy shit, I say into the mic as everyone looks up at me. Man, this is, I look down at the trophy. "—This is wild. I would have never thought I’d receive this award for doing something I enjoy, fucking. The crowd laughs, and so do I. I guess I need to thank my Dad for my ten-inch dick and thank my Mom for my big lips. People like to remind me that those are my best features."

Hell yeah! Someone screams out, and I let out a small chuckle. But seriously. Thanks to everyone who watches me do what I do. I’m so grateful for this, and I promise not to disappoint in the future. The music plays again as I make my way off the stage and head to the back. I end up winning in all four of my nominated categories, and I couldn’t be happier—the rest of the ceremony whizzes past as I bask in the glory of all my hard work.

When the award ceremony is over, I go to the hotel to change for the after-party. Tiffany comes to my room to get me in a sinful dress, and me being the horny fucker I am, I can’t stop myself from giving her a quick fuck. Once we finish, she refreshes her make-up, and we head to the party.

When we arrive, we meet with a few of our friends and head inside for a good time. As the night progresses, I get more and more intoxicated. Some of my screen partners take advantage of that and kiss me at random times—both male and female. I’m not sure why I let it happen over and over again, but I do. Finally, I break away from my cluster of friends to head to the bathroom. When I walk back out, that’s when I see her.

Her beautiful melanin skin sparkles under the strobe lights as she sways her gorgeous thick hips to the beat of the music. I proceed towards her as if she is pulling my strings like I’m her puppet.

Junior? Tiffany says as she grips my forearm. I’m not sure where the fuck she came from, but I don’t honestly give a shit. I yank out of her grasp and continue towards the little vixen dancing in the middle of the dance floor.

She is wearing a skin-tight red dress with thigh-high boots. Her long dark hair cascades down her back in bouncy curls. Even though it’s dark, I can tell her beauty is natural, only small hints of make-up.

Once I’m behind her, I snake my arm around her waist and bury my head in the crook of her neck. It’s a bold move, but I’m a brave person. The stranger sighs, and her body relaxes against me. Before long, we are both grinding to the sensual beat of the music, without a fucking care in the world. My hands slide up and down her torso, and I groan when she throws her arm back and sinks her fingers into my long curly hair. She grips it hard as I suck on the soft skin of her neck shamelessly.

I love how this woman fits into my arms. If I had to guess-without the six-inch heels, she’d be around five feet six inches. Which, to me, is nothing since I inherited my Dad’s staggering height.

What’s your name? I breathe into her ear.

Naveh, She hums into mine. Her warm breath fanning my ear makes me shudder as I lick my lips. My hand moves down, and I grip the exposed part of her thigh and sink my nails into her flesh. It’s a sadistic thing to do, but I just couldn’t help myself.

To my surprise, Naveh lets out a gasp before a sweet moan that has my head swimming. Then, without reason, she pulls away from me. I hold on to her hand until I can’t any longer; my eyes fixated on her retreating form as I watch her disappear into the sea of bodies. I don’t know why I won’t move to follow her when I know I can—it doesn’t feel right.

Hey! I hear Tiffany cry from behind over the loud music. When I turn around, I see her glaring at me. Where were you? Let’s dance.

Not now, Tiffany! I say as I brush past her and head towards the bar. After what just happened, I need a drink and some head. If I had my choice, it would be the latter, by a little vixen named Naveh.

2

Acres of rolling hills and a beautiful lake greet me as I drive down one of the many paved roads of the Moore Estate. Grand houses sitting on top of said hills, reminding me of just how hard my Dad and his brothers work to obtain such beauty. The sun is setting over the horizon when I park my car in front of my Uncles house. A nostalgic feeling washes over me as I step out and close the door. It’s been such a long time since I’ve been home, but nothing has really changed.

My mother’s large garden is still visible on top of one of the hills. Our remembrance tree drapes over the lake, and luckily there hasn’t been a single name added to it. The only thing that strikes me as odd is the new playground that looks like someone built it within the year. I know it is probably a sign from all the women that they are ready for more grandchildren.

Junior! I turn to see my cousin Eliante running towards me. Her face is bright with joy. She jumps into my arms and I hold her tight in a hug before placing her on her feet. Her long-term boyfriend Drake grins at me as he walks up to shake my hand. They both usher me inside of the mansion, where I continue to hug and greet everyone with a massive grin on my face.

It’s been a long five years, but after some convincing from my Mom, I’m home. My Uncle Nathaniel, or as we call him, Nino, walks with me from his mansion on the estate to my childhood home, with a smile on his face. His husband and wife follow along with my cousins, all talking and laughing loudly. I came to his house first to give him some information and see if he could find anything about the mystery woman from my event a few days ago.

When we walk into my childhood home, I’m not surprised to hear my Uncle Kingston and Aunt Nadia screaming at each other in the living room. All they do is yell at each other. I’ve often wondered why they won’t divorce, and I’ve even asked them before. My Uncle Kingston replied that he loved his wife more than anything in the world, and it was just how they communicated. Nino and his family walk into the living room to join them. But I head the opposite way.

When I enter the kitchen, I find my Dad and Mom in a heated kiss. They’ve been this way my entire life, never getting enough of each other, and it never ceases to amaze me. That’s the love I want and feel I deserve.

My Dad breaks the kiss, mumbling something to my Mom, which makes her giggle. Both of them still look so young and vibrate; the only thing giving their age away is the gray hairs they are getting.

My Dad spots me first, and his eyes widen. He moves my Mom to the side and rushes to me. I step forward and allow him to wrap his arms around me, giving a heartfelt hug. It’s been five long years since I’ve seen them, and I can’t help the tears that slip from my eyes. When I pull away, I see my father is crying too.

Move the hell out of the way and let me hug my boy. My Mom says as she squeezes in-between us. I laugh as I embrace her and pick her up, squeezing tight. I missed you. She says to me as I place her back on her feet.

Me too, ma.

Holy fucking shit! The sound of my older brother Pharaoh’s voice rings in my ears. I whip my head around to see him and his drop-dead gorgeous wife Cleo, standing across the room. His hair is just as long as hers and just as curly. Pharaoh’s grey eyes gleam with joy as he makes his way towards me. We don’t resemble each other as much as my other siblings and me since he has a different dad. My father met my mom when Pharaoh was eight, I believe. Not only that, but mom had him when she was only sixteen years old, and in an odd twist of fate, my father was the doctor who delivered him. Who would have thought they’d end up married with four children together, twenty plus years later.

If it isn’t my baby brother! Damn man, it’s been what? Five years!? Pharaoh exclaims as we embrace each other in a tight hug. I turn to Cleo, who smiles wide at me and kiss her cheek.

Five years and six fucking days to be exact, I say with a grin.

Language, Mom says to the both of us as she waves everyone into the dining room. We all sit down, and soon enough, everyone else begins to show up. More cousins and their wives, who are all shocked to see me after so long. My leg is bouncing under the table as everyone files in because I know she will show up. I mean, she is married to Uncle Kingston’s best friend, and they all consider him family.

Hey, my Dad leans over and speaks to me in a low voice, You will be all right. You are my strong boy. I may disagree with your lifestyle, but you are bright, and no matter what, we love you. He says as he ruffles my hair, making me smile. I’m not shocked by his words. My Dad has always been able to read me like a book.

As if