Short Erotica

Many of you have expressed interest in reading some of my writing. So I thought I’d make a habit of posting a little tidbit. Think of this as fanfiction for gay porn. The two characters are Danny Gunn and, well, it could be anyone; could even be you. Anyway, thank you for being willing to read my porn.

The Conference

He idly wondered if he was ever going to get out of this fucking meeting. Well, no. He was idly wondering if he was ever going to get out of this meeting, so he could fuck. Yeah, that was definitely closer to the truth. His phone vibrated in his pocket and he smirked. He knew exactly who was messaging him, there was no reason to look at his phone. It was more fun to smile across the conference room table at him.

He had noticed the blonde man almost from the first moment he sat down. He had no idea who the man was, but his cock twitched hard enough he had to catch his breath. The almost delicate features were in stark contrast to a mouth that was made of every one of the seven deadly sins. He had never in his life been so grateful for the tedious task of going around the table with introductions. He idly made note of names of others before his dark honeyed seduction introduced himself.

“Danny, Manufacturing,” he said in a firm voice. He noted his voice was clear, a tenor to his own bass. As he turned to smile at the others sitting at the table, their eyes caught and held for a moment longer than was professionally necessary. He couldn’t be sure if he’d seen those icy blue eyes widen ever so slightly; eyebrow arching up delicately. He tuned the introductions out until it was his turn. He deliberately looked at Danny when he spoke, as though introducing himself directly to the man.

He smiled as he noticed Danny turning to his phone before his next breath after he’d mentioned his name. The smirk came as he realized the gamble worked.

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