Twisted: A Gay Erotic Thriller
By Joey Jameson
Imagine another person, the mirror image of you
but yet different in every way… Everly and Hadley Stone are identical twins.
Growing up the boys were inseparable, always at each other’s side
and experiencing everything together as one. It seemed like nothing was strong
enough to break the bond between the two brothers. Until now…
On the eve of their birthday the twins meet a man who is literally
to die-for, causing them both to fall helplessly at his feet. But what any
unsuspecting man should know, is that wherever the Stone brothers go, trouble
follows. Their story is one of secrets and lies which will have you guessing
till the brutal end who’s good, and who’s very, very bad. Light or dark? Sweet
or sexy? Quiet or confident? Innocent or deadly. Pick your flavour.
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About the Author: Joey Jameson lives
in Brighton, UK; a world of decadence, glamour and intrigue. He believes life
is better when drizzled with naughtiness and drenched in layer upon layer of
sparkling glitter. His work is best appreciated with a hard drink and the
lights down low and will leave you wondering just what goes on in his twisted
little mind.
He is the author of “Candy from Strangers”, “Blackout” and the
recently released short “Interview with the Porn Star.” Keep your eyes peeled
for more titilating adventures that are yet to come.
For more on Joey Jameson, please visit www.chancespress.com.
For more on Joey Jameson, please visit www.chancespress.com.
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Excerpt: I writhed
underneath his bulk, my raging hard-on pressing up against my jeans to the
point of causing me to chafe inside my trousers. Before I could respond, he
drove his tongue deep into my mouth again; hot and wet it explored, licking and
sucking in a rhythmic manner. His hands moved up my muscular torso, finding
their way under my top and running his fingers over the deep grooves of my abs.
A moan escaped my lips at the sensation of his smooth palms making contact with
my nipples. My mouth opened further, inviting him deeper inside me.
Lying on his
sofa, I could feel how cheap it was as the rough coiled-springs drove up
uncomfortably into my back causing it to arch unwillingly and force my crotch
up even further against his own. He
responded by driving his pelvis harder to meet me half-way, the sensation
sending sparks of colourful pleasure dancing through my bloodstream.
I opened my
eyes for a moment and searched his face, trying desperately in vain to remember
his name.
Dan…Darryl…Donnie…
Didn’t matter
anyway, it wasn’t like we were going to be friends afterwards.
I pushed him
off me, forcing him to sit up and causing a look of hurt to flash across his
features before quickly evaporating into lust as I lifted my black t-shirt off
over my head; stopping only for a second to let him admire my sculpted chest
before I started to unbuckle my shorts. I could feel his eyes roll over my
naked torso; pausing at the broadness of my tanned shoulders and trickling down
over my round pecs. I slipped a hand into the waist band of my denim cut-off
shorts and let my eyes close as I grabbed my dick and adjusted it in the
confines of my underwear. When I opened them he was practically drooling at the
sight of me touching myself.
I unzipped
the crotch and nodded in his direction, silently motioning for him to get naked
too. He stood and clumsily tore at his shirt, letting it fall discarded to the
floor. As he fumbled with his own trousers, desperate to get back to touching
my skin, I stood and let my shorts and underwear fall to the ground in a pool
at my feet.
He was hot.
There was no denying it; similar in build to myself, same deep V definition
under his abs and with just a light dusting of hair over his generously perk
pectorals. The muscles in my stomach constricted as lust swept over me, and I
realised just then how horny I actually was.
As he
swiftly removed the last of his clothing revealing a hard-on that sliced
through the air like a sword as it was released, I was on him in a flash,
taking his dick in my right hand and forcing him down on his tacky old sofa. He
groaned in response to my grip and laid himself back with his hands behind his
head. Lowering myself down I took him into my mouth, all at once I forced the
muscles in my throat to relax as I led him deep inside my mouth, trailing my
wet tongue down his girth. I paused for a moment as my head relaxed further and
he slid obligingly even deeper until he practically grazed my tonsils. With one
hand I worked the skin around his penis in a circular motion as my tongue
licked and lips sucked expertly at his head. My other hand found my own cock
and worked a similar motion on myself, mirroring what I was doing to him. He
arched his own back now, driving him further inside me as his hips began
pumping slowly into my face. I responded by gently grazing my teeth up and down
his shaft once, sending him the message to chill
the fuck out.
He
half-groaned and half-laughed as he got the hint that I was in charge.
“Fuck yeah,
baby, keep doing that.”
My mouth
sucked harder and harder, my tongue licking and spitting as it went to town on
his smooth glistening mushroom head. My own strokes became shallower as I began
to feel the orgasm building inside me causing my own cock to moisten.
“Jesus, you
give good head,” he whispered as he took my head in his hands and knotted his
fingers in my dark hair.
I
loved dirty talk. The filthier the better. The more a guy talks smut to me the
fucking hornier I get.
I groaned in
response, my desire boiling up inside of me and coming out in grunts through my
stuffed mouth.
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