Sexual Favors For Uncle Ted (Stepcest Quickies)
(Gay Erotic Encounters #7)
Copyright © 2012 by A. D. Cooper
Published by Caffeinated Owl Press
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This is an original work of fiction. Any similarity to actual persons, alive or dead, or real events is purely coincidental and unintentional. The material found herein contains graphical depictions of sexually explicit situations and is intended for mature audiences only.
Table of Contents
Excerpt from Killer Liaison (Book 1 of Danger Games)
Excerpt from Fucking the Big Bad Wolf (Gay Erotic Fairy Tales #1)
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Introduction: Gay Erotic Encounters
“Gay Erotic Encounters” is a collection of homoerotic short stories, which revolves around everyday (and some not-so-everyday) encounters that takes on a hot, steamy and sexy turn. Tales from this series are inspired by the things that I’ve read, stories I’ve been told by friends, and sometimes, even happenings in my own life. (Well, not the sex part, unless you know something I don’t! ;)
Come join me and see what happens when friends, neighbors and complete strangers decide to explore their… hidden naughty sides.
And if you enjoyed this book, I’d love to hear from you.
Happy Smutting,
Addy
Sexual Favors For Uncle Ted
When the sirens began to sound, my first instinct was to run like hell. I couldn’t get arrested, or I’d be royally fucked for a very long time and not in a good way.
Not with that bag of weed in my jacket pocket I brought as a party favor for my Greek brothers.
So I ran, down the hallway of the house and frantically looking for an open door, window… anything that I could climb or jump out of to make my escape. I shouldn’t have smoked that last joint, though. That was a dumb idea, in retrospect. I was having a really tough time keeping my head straight while completely baked and drunk.
I made it to the cramped bathroom at the far end of the hallway and was halfway out the small window when someone grabbed my ankles and dragged me back inside.
“Aah!” I kicked and wriggled, trying to get loose. “Get off of me!”
“Are you fucking crazy?” The voice yelling at me was familiar, but in my panicked state I couldn’t identify the person. “You’re on the third floor, you dumb ass! What are you thinking climbing out of a window?”
“Fuck!” I swore as I landed on my back, hitting my head on the cold tiles when he succeeded in pulling me back into the small dark bathroom. I groaned at the pain, and didn’t notice the baggie that fell out of my pocket. By the time I realized, it was already too late.
“What’s this?” The guy picked it up, tossing it in his hand and looking at it closely. “You dealing pot?”
He put the bag into his vest pocket and rolled me over onto my stomach. I screamed and bucked as the guy pinned me to the floor with my right arm in a hammerlock. “Let me go!”
“Hold still, you dumb shit. You’re under arrest for possession and underage drinking.” The cop cranked my other arm back and put me in plastic cuffs before rolling me over. He shined a penlight on me; I squinted at the bright light, cranking my head to the side to dodge it.
“Sean?” said the cop, mild shock apparent in his voice. It was then that I realized whose voice it was.
My uncle Ted.
Well, technically, he was my stepuncle—my stepdad’s younger brother. My stepdad worked as a contractor for the military and was away a lot. Ted would come by to make sure Mom and I were okay once in a while. I hadn’t talked to him in awhile though. Not since I’d moved into the student ghetto more than a year ago. I had decided on day one that if I wanted any kind of a social life at all in the next four years, I had to pledge to a Greek house. I couldn’t live at home even if campus was a short twenty-minute drive away from home.
Shit. Of all of the on-duty cops that night that came to raid the joint, it had to be him.
I was so very, very, seriously screwed.
“Fucking hell,” Ted cursed angrily as he pulled me up to lean against the sink. “Why, Sean? What the fuck were you thinking?”
I couldn’t think of a good response so I shrugged, trying to keep still so he wouldn’t notice that not only did I have a bag of pot on me, I was high as a kite. My heart pounded hard from the panic that was magnified by my fucked-up state of mind.