Bro's Game for Anything

By Diablo Ambrose

Some fantasies are a two-player game. Adrian has it all - a chiselled body, a hot-as-sin face, a killer gaming rig and a steady allowance from his family. His roommate, Cody, doesn't have any of that. But when Adrian presents with a problem and a conspiracy, Cody realizes he has something that Adrian desperately wants at 3 in the morning: a mouth to use.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Diablo Ambrose
• Release date: Jan 21, 2024
• ISBN: 9798224871841

Diablo Ambrose

Diablo Ambrose is an author of everything from softcore to hardcore gay erotica, and is easily swayed by men with exposed chests. When not writing stories about men who love men, he's thinking about loving men. When writing, he's thinking about the time when Hemmingway said, of F. Scott Fitzgerald's appearance, "The mouth worried you until you knew him and then it worried you more."

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Bro's Game for Anything

Diablo Ambrose

Published by Diablo Ambrose, 2024.

This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.

BRO'S GAME FOR ANYTHING

First edition. January 21, 2024.

Copyright © 2024 Diablo Ambrose.

ISBN: 979-8224871841

Written by Diablo Ambrose.

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BRO'S GAME FOR ANYTHING

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BRO'S GAME FOR ANYTHING

It was just after Adrian had saved the world from nuclear annihilation that he said it was starting to lose his groove.

Cody rolled over his bed to face him - and to hide his phone screen. Summer had swept through the city streets suddenly; the kind of dry heat that lingered late into the night and loitered in the mornings. Evenings like this one were the worst, though. The heat made your neck and back sticky even as a fan at full blast shot in your direction. Nothing seemed to cool their two-bedroom apartment down fast enough, and time was running out. In just a few hours, the moon would give way to the sun once again, cooking yesterday's air.

What do you mean, bud? Cody asked. He felt disgusting, and had hoped Adrian wouldn't see how damp his shirt was or how his hair fell wet and heavy down his forehead. All he needed was a little mercy.

Instead, Adrian turned the bedroom light on.

Nowhere to hide, Cody thought.

Adrian frowned. Across the hall, his bedroom door was open, and the magenta lights meandered across the carpet and clung to his outline. No surprise there, Cody thought. Many things clung to