Title: Soulmates Author: B.J. Smyth Publisher: Self Published Release Date: March 09, 2019 Genre(s): Gay Romance/Age-Gap/ May- December Page Count: 196
Blurb:
A broken heart can mend with time but the scars of a past relationship can leave insecurity. Neither of them wanted to fall in love, but when they meet something special grows between them. It starts as a one-night stand but where will it end? David is a sweet, loveable guy. The last thing he was looking for is a relationship after the way his previous boyfriend treated him. He didn’t think he could trust anyone ever again. Bradley is a work focussed wealthy businessman who gets anything he wants. With his wealth, he could have anyone but nobody in his world grabs his attention. Then he met David. As David falls head over hills in love with Bradley, he wants to take the relationship to the next level and move in with him. But the lingering memories of his last relationship are still holding him back. With Bradley’s support, David overcomes his fears of living with him. However, whilst unpacking David finds something that turns his world upside down. Is Bradley the man David thought he was? Will they ever get to the wedding day? When you have been hurt by love you can build a wall around your heart to protect yourself. It takes a special love to break down those walls and enter your heart. Will Bradley be the one to take David’s heart and heal his scars forever more?
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Excerpt:
Soulmates - Chapter One.
Throwing the keys on the table as I enter the apartment, slipping off my shoes so I don’t get the white carpet dirty, I’m feeling washed-out from the day’s work. I may just sit in front of a computer talking to people on the phone—I work in a call centre—but it’s still very draining keeping that chirpy, upbeat voice all day. Now it’s Friday night, time to hit my local gay bar and see if there is any new talent out tonight.
I look into the mirror on the hall wall and give myself a little smile. “Looking good,” I say to myself with a jokey tone to my voice. Walking into my lounge, you can so tell I’m gay; the pristine white room, with artwork of half-naked men on the walls, glass chandelier-style lamps, and a large white leather sofa scattered with bright, colourful cushions. I switch on the CD player and press play. On a Night Like This blasts from the speakers as I begin to dance around the room, undoing my tie and throwing it onto the sofa. I break out into a full strip routine, seductively unbuttoning my shirt, revealing my hairy chest and belly as I slip off the shirt, dropping it to the floor. I glimpse myself in the mirror on the wall. I may be overweight, but I still know how to shake my booty.
Still dancing to the music, I undo the belt to my trousers and throw that on the sofa. Now I grind my hips as I undo my trousers, watching myself in the mirror as though I’m doing a strip tease for someone else. My trousers drop to the floor and I step out of them, left with just my tight white work briefs and black socks on as I continue dancing around the room. If my neighbours could see me now, they would be like “Oh my God! Look at him!” but hey, I don’t care. Life is too short to worry about what others think.
With two quick skips, I whip off my socks, leaving me enough of the song left to strip off my briefs. My small, fat cock swings as I dance about the room. I may have a small cock but I have nice large balls; well, that’s what guys I’ve slept with tell me.
The next track comes on—Bad Romance—as I strut catwalk-style naked to the bathroom. Stepping into the shower, I sing along whilst lathering up my cock as it thickens in my hands; it feels good, but I’m more interested in cleaning my arse. After all, I might get lucky tonight and I want a clean hole for that. I clean and finger myself, getting even more turned on. I’m up for a good fuck tonight. I wonder who will be the lucky man.
I continue cleaning myself; the water on my skin feels wonderful and fresh, like when you’ve had a stressful day and you step into a rain shower. You cannot beat the feel of raindrops on your skin.
Switching off the shower after about ten minutes, I step onto the bathroom mat and grab a towel to dry off. I look in the mirror. My face has a day of stubble, which gives me an unkempt appearance that looks good on me, so I won’t have a shave. I run my fingers through my dark brown hair; it could do with a cut, but will have to do for tonight. I finish drying off, then throw the towel in the washing basket and walk back to my bedroom. Time to decide what to wear; the look is all-important to attract attention in the bar.
Looking through my underwear drawer first, I go for a deep red jockstrap just in case I get lucky. Dark black jeans that hug my arse and a short sleeve, blue, checked shirt complete my lumberjack look.
I stand in front of the full-length mirror and admire my body. I’m a chubby, hairy bear, one nipple pierced with a silver bar, dark black hair all over my body. But the guys I go for like that cute, cuddly look, and I like a well-toned hairy bear guy to fuck me hard. I grab the hair dryer and blow-dry my hair; it’s cut short at the sides and long on top so it flops forward to the right side, hanging just above my eyes. Hair dried, I rub gel into it. Next, the aftershave and body spray. Smelling like a perfume counter in a shop, I pull on my jockstrap, adjusting myself into position so it fits over my cock and balls, and outlines my lovely arse.
Putting on the rest of my clothes, I’m ready to hit the town. Walking back into the lounge, I Feel Love is now blasting out—a classic, so I will have to listen to this one before heading out. I will get food later; with a bit of luck, someone to share it with as well.
The song finishes, so I swiftly turn off the CD player before I get distracted by another great tune. Heading to the door, I grab my jacket and slip on some shoes. “Time to get that man, babes,” I say to myself in the mirror, then give myself a cheeky smile. Grabbing my keys, I head out.
As I walk towards the bar, I can already hear the beat of the music blasting out the windows. There are about seven or eight guys outside and I recognise two of them; Brian and Tony. Getting closer, they notice me.
“Hey, sweetie,” Brian calls out with a high-pitched camp voice.
“Hi, babes. How are you?’ I reply as I reach them, giving them both a hug and kisses on the cheeks.
“Oh, sweets, I was just telling Tony about this guy I met last weekend. A real husky, hairy guy; fucked me senseless for a good few hours,” he screeches out, followed by loud laughter.
“Sounds like my sort of man. Have you seen him again?”
“No, sweets. Another fuck-me-and-leave-me guy, but hey, my arse enjoyed it,” he says with another round of laughter.
“You smell good, honey. On the hunt tonight? I can tell,” Tony says as he gives me a knowing wink.
“Well, it’s been a few weeks since my arse has had any action other than roger, my little bed friend,” I say laughing whilst hand-signalling me shoving a dildo up my arse.
“Seems we’re all desperate for a good fuck then,” Brian screeches.
“Let’s hope we’re lucky, babes. I must get a drink; my mouth feels like it’s been hanging out in a desert all week. Back soon.” Taking off my jacket, I throw it over the back of a chair, then walk into the bar, having a quick look around to see if there are any newbies in tonight. I spot a beefy guy sitting in the corner on a tall stool. I haven’t seen him before. He glances over at me so I give him a smile, followed by a little lick of my lips. He smiles back at me; you never know, maybe one for later. I carry on to the bar and order a large glass of red, trying to shout over the music as it is so loud.
Just as I pay for the drink and turn around, one of my favourite tracks comes on—What is Love. I can’t resist a dance to this one so I coolly dance through the crowded pub, making sure I have a quick glimpse at Mr. Beefy in the corner. And, yes, he is watching me as I head back outside to Brian and Tony.
“There is a nice beefcake in the corner inside I’ve not seen before,” I say to Brian.
“Yeah, I spotted him earlier. Waiting to see if he is with someone, sweets.”
“We might have a bitch-out then about who gets him,” I say with a mixture of laughter and bitchiness.
“Depends what he’s into, sweets; a tight, slim arse like mine or fat bubble butt like yours?”
“Ooh, you bitch. Well, if he likes them chunky, he’s mine.”
We linger outside, watching guys in various shapes and sizes walk into the pub; many of which are just regulars and don’t catch my eye anyway. Some others I have already had the pleasure of, or sometimes the not-so-pleasurable times with. I jig around outside to the sounds pumping out of the bar; they play great music here on a Friday night. Having finished my wine, I head back in for another one, hoping Mr. Beefy is still in the corner and alone. I glance over as I walk back in the pub, but he has gone. A wave of disappointment hits me like I have just missed out on the last slice of chocolate cake. Should I have just chatted to him earlier? “Oh, well, his loss,” I say to myself.
Ordering another large glass of wine, the music is still playing, shifting into eighties music now; my era, I love eighties music. As I turn to walk back outside, I feel like everything slows down. There in front of me is Mr. Beefy, strutting back past me towards his stool in the corner. I guess he must have been to the toilet. I give him a smile again and he smiles back—lovely white teeth. He has a flawlessly-cut goatee. Walking that close, I can see his hairy chest showing out of the top of his unbuttoned shirt. Close-cropped hair, with a chin carved into perfection. The music breaks my concentration and everything moves in real time again. He heads back into the corner. I look back at him, this time staring a little longer, trying to make eye contact with him. He stares at me and smiles again. I can feel a hot flush overtaking my body as my cock stirs. I’m sure he wants me, but I play it cool and head back outside.
‘Mr. Beefcake is so fucking hot. I’m sure he is attracted to me,” I say to Brian.
“Sweets, if you want him, you can have him. I have just seen the one I want enter the pub, so we might both be lucky tonight.”
“I will give it a few more minutes before introducing one’s gorgeous self to him.”
Brian laughs. “You knock him dead, sweets.”
We both break out into hysterical laughter and dance around outside the pub. A few more guys come along, but none take my fancy like Mr. Beefy has; he is undeniably the one I want tonight. After about another twenty minutes and finishing my wine, I decide it is time to find out more about Mr. Beefy.
“Well, here goes. Wish me luck.”
“You don’t need luck; just show him your bubble butt, sweets.” Brian cackles with laughter again.
I laugh back as I head into the pub, the wine helping to numb my nerves a little.
Author Bio:
B.J. enjoys writing gay romance weaved with hot action to tease and entertain his readers. Having experienced many of the situations in real life he brings these into his books. Preferring to have mature characters in the stories, escaping the cliché of college boy romance. My books have been described by many as short but scorching hot so be warned you may need a cool shower after reading them. Remember the old saying it's not about the length but what you can do with it lol. I Hope you read and enjoy my books as much as I enjoy writing them. If you already enjoy gay romance books or are just curious about gay love. Why not have a browse of the books, you may surprise yourself. Follow the rainbow to your dreams.
