Summer City: Part 1

By Keegan Kennedy

Toby O'Toole is a cynical teen with a complicated past. On his own at eighteen, Toby moves to Summer City, Florida to start a new life and stumbles into the adult movie industry. Will Toby find the love and security he's always sought or get lost in a world of sex, partying, and clubs? This work is approximately 18,000 words and contains adult, male-on-male situations. Not for readers under eighteen. This is Part 1 of a continuing series.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Keegan Kennedy
• Release date: Jul 27, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005291938

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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Summer City

Part One

By Keegan Kennedy

Copyright: July 2021

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Table of Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Other Titles from Keegan Kennedy

About the Author

Chapter 1

I’d known I was gay for as long as I could remember, so I never had some dramatic coming out experience or some big cathartic moment of realization. It was never a thing, really. Unfortunately, I never lived in the same place long enough to make friends to come out to.

I never knew my dad, and my mom was more like an older sister than a mother. But the two of us were fine. However, we did spend most of the time moving around from town to town and from state to state.

My mother, Tiffany Lee, was the queen of scams. She was an extremely bright and clever woman. If she’d been born with money, she could’ve been a criminal mastermind like a mob boss. But instead, Tiffany Lee was relegated to things like identity theft, opening fake bank accounts, and forging checks. She also dabbled in running charity scams and selling fake bath salts to hipsters. Thus, the reason why we moved all over the place and never stayed in one place for too long.

Unfortunately, all good things had to end, and Tiffany Lee was arrested in Biloxi while trying to cash some bogus checks.

Another unfortunate circumstance was that I was six months shy of my eighteenth birthday when Tiffany Lee was carted off. So, Momma went to prison, and I got shipped off to live with her third cousin in Dothan, Alabama.

I met Cousin Brandine for the first time after that stuck-up lady from Child Services practically shoved me out of the car at Esther’s Trailer Park on the outskirts of Dothan.

The exact height as me, 5-foot-2, Brandine wore a perpetual pissed-off look on her fortyish face. Skinny and gaunt with big eyes, Brandine had her bleached blonde hair styled into a terrible perm. I could see a vague family resemblance, but mostly, she looked like a bootleg Tara Reid.

So, you’re Toby, Brandine said, hands on her hips as she stood at the door of the run-down trailer.

I am, I stated evenly, and you’re Cousin Brandine.

She sighed raggedly. I reckon I am. Brandine took a step back from the door. Come on in.

I walked into the trailer and looked around. The décor was dusty and dated. Shag carpet, electric orange and avocado-colored trim and paneling, and an old-school TV with rabbit ears in front of a beanbag sofa. It was like stepping into a different decade, but I couldn’t complain. I was damn lucky I’d been sent here and not to a state home or work farm.

You’ll be staying back yonder, Brandine said, walking ahead of me through the kitchen and past a tiny bathroom. The flimsy floor creaked and moaned as we moved through the structure. Here it is.

The compartment was small. There was only a single, tiny window, a twin-sized mattress on the floor, and an empty closet.

It ain’t much, Brandine said, but it’s a place to sleep and come in out of the rain.

This is fine, I replied, letting my bag slide off my shoulder.

I followed her back into the living room, where she plopped down in the rickety recliner and lit a cigarette. Have a seat and we’ll discuss the rules!

Sure, I replied, taking a seat on the beanbag sofa, but can I bum a smoke?

She frowned. This time, you can have one. She passed me the pack of Newports. But cigarettes cost money, and I ain’t funding your habit.

Understood, I said, lighting one.

Just so there ain’t any confusion, she said, propping up her ugly feet and reclining in the seat. You ain’t here out of the kindness of my heart. I ain’t seen your momma since I was eight years old, so I’d barely know her from a beggar on the street. I’m in this for the monthly check.

I figured as much, I replied. I didn’t expect to walk into some Hallmark movie… I do appreciate you being straight with me.

Brandine nodded. I work as a waitress in this shitty town, so that couple of hundred a month from the state will come in handy… I figure it’s a trade-off. You get ya a free place to stay while you finish high school, and I get some cash. But I got some rules for ya.

And those are?

The food in the fridge is mine. The remote control to this TV is mine. All the shit here in this trailer is mine, not ours. But with that said, I’ll give ya a weekly allowance to get food and such.

I nodded.

"You can come and go as ya please; just don’t wake my ass up! If ya ever do, I’ll give ya a curfew. But with my