Inked: First Time Gay

By Blake Cruise

When Jeff enters a tattoo parlor to get a coverup, he's not prepared for what happens next. Because he finds himself making a surprising connection with the brooding tatto artist who works there. On the surface, the two men couldn't be more different, but straight boy Jeff finds himself intrigued and attracted to Scott in a way he doesn't want to admit. And soon he discovers that the feeling is mutual ...

• Language: English
• Publisher: Cruise Control
• Release date: Jun 13, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223771708

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Chapter One

As I approached the tattoo parlor, I felt a flutter of nervousness. And it wasn’t just from the thought of getting work done, either. Staring at the imposing black frontage and sign above that read Wild Ink in blood red letters, I knew I’d stand out like a sore thumb.

After all, I was slim and boyish, dressed in smart, preppy clothes, in other words basically about as far away from ‘biker’ as you could get. And from the huge hulking motorbikes resting out front I guessed that was the kind of clientele this place normally attracted.

Sure enough, as I pushed open the door with a clammy palm then slipped inside, I was met by the cold dark glare of a burly looking dude sat behind the counter. He was dressed in a black shirt with the sleeves roughly cut off in order to show off the many tattoos that wound around his muscular arms. Arms which I realized were folded defensively across his chest.

Can I help you? he said with a sarcastic smile, raising a thick black eyebrow as he looked me up and down, no doubt wondering if I’d come in off the sidewalk by mistake.

Oh uh hey, I was just erm … I heard myself saying nervously, my mouth doing that thing where it ran at a million miles an hour while it waited for my brain to catch up. "I was just looking to get a … a … coverup."

There! I’d finally found the correct word.

But from his impassive expression, plus the fact that the nearby stereo system was blasting out hard rock at an ear-splitting volume, I wondered if he’d even heard me.

I was about to repeat myself when he pushed himself to his feet, rising to well over six feet, then said in a low, gruff tone, So what is it you want covered exactly?

I let out a sigh of frustration as I made to roll up the sleeve of my pastel blue sweater and show off the reason for my visit here.

It wasn’t the tattoo itself I was embarrassed of, so much as what it represented. And these days, I hated it so much that I didn’t even like to look at it, forcing myself to wear long sleeves even in the height of summer and shower with my eyes closed, as pathetic as that probably sounds.

This, I said quietly, laying my arm on the counter, watching on as the tattooist’s cold dark eyes flashed down at the name emblazoned on it in faded black ink.

Taylor.

And as I saw her name again, I felt my mind racing back through all those memories, all those times we’d spent together …

I’d known her all my life. We grew up just down the street from one another, and we became childhood sweethearts, our relationship growing and deepening, surviving all through High School, College and beyond.

It was like something out of a cheesy Lifetime movie. I even started working for her father’s firm if you can believe it, and we bought a house together