Bits of Boy Love: 8 Bite-Size Love Scenes

By Zay de Parco

This is an anthology short of eight flash fiction stories about boys loving boys. Whether at their high schools or in their bedrooms, their private moments can get a bit too hot to handle. But romance always wins in this collection because it's what boyxboy love is all about. And what better way to celebrate boy love than with tasteful storytelling? Sometimes, less really is more.

Bits of Boy Love is a 5,500-word collection of flash fiction.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Indie Erotica Collective
• Release date: Sep 3, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005126971

Zay de Parco

Writing, writing, writing... It is what I do and have done since middle school. The passion for it only grew from there. Now, I write for a living as a published author under different pseudonyms, and I love it. Designing book covers is my secondary passion, which stems from an entire childhood of artistic creations. And what do you know? I also make electronic music for fun while designing the cover art for it. My whole life has revolved around art in some form.I write stories of so many kinds in various genres, but young adult fiction has always been my favorite. New-adult fiction is a close second. Gay themes are my focus.

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Bits of Boy Love

8 Bite-Size Love Scenes

Zay de Parco

Copyright © 2021 by Zay de Parco

All characters are age 18 and over.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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Heaven Crashes into Me

He’s not just my first love; he’s my everything. Our families know, and they don’t like it very much. We’re not just different in many ways; we’re the same in one socially-triggering way: we’re both boys.

Since we’re high school seniors at eighteen, there’s not much they can do to stop us from meeting up. So, here we are at a cheap motel just outside of town. It’s amazing how a dump can seem anything but, just because of the meaning we bring to this place. I mean, the yellow-stained walls were probably white at one time, the poop-brown carpet looks worn, the dresser has chips and scratches, the TV on top of it is outdated, the hideous bathroom works when it wants to, and the lopsided bed with tacky bedding squeaks.

But I bet we’ll remember this forever. It’s where we lost our virginities to each other while wearing our promise rings.

Like all the other times, we do less talking because we can do that any other time. We’re kissing in each other’s arms while lying on the bed, clothes on the floor. He’s always on my right side because I’m left-handed. That comes in handy whenever we help