Free The Downlow Alpha (The Identity Crises Book 1) by Linda Wythim

passion from a strong fire to a blazing inferno.
                  As he fell to his knees in front of me, pulling my pants down to my knees, my hands reached out and I began running them through his short cut hair. My body jumped as his mouth made contact with my throbbing hardness, and I watched in a delirium of passion as he licked the bubble of excitement off my head, then lowered his wet mouth down my shaft in one fluid motion.
                  As his chin made contact with my balls, my knees got weak from the pleasure exploding throughout me, every nerve alive and singing as he worked his way back up, his mouth sucking me in his wetness, tugging on the chub of my cock. Pulling at it, at me. As his mouth worked its way up and down my cock, his hands started massaging my inner thighs, working their way up till I could feel his fingertips caressing the bottom of my balls.
                  Between his mouths wetness, his mouths loving ministrations on my smooth hard cock, and his hands lavishing my balls with caresses, I felt myself build up, my balls getting tighter and tighter as the energy built up to the point of no return. I screamed out in my release, exploding my seed into his hungry, loving mouth. His sucking was making loud suction noises as he drank my seed, spurt after spurt.
                  I felt my knees get weak, and as if sensing how I felt, he pulled his mouth off of me and stood up. I felt his hands as they grabbed me under my arms, and he picked me up like I weighed nothing, and sat me down on the pool table. He gently pushed me back till I was laying down on the table, my legs hanging off.
                  I felt him lean over me, and despite cumming just seconds ago, the feel of his wet mouth as it began sucking on me again was already stirring me back to hardness. I closed my eyes, and surrendered myself to the most awesome pleasure my cock had ever felt. Pleasure from his mouth.
     
     

Chapter three
     
                  I woke up disoriented, feeling my head pounding. I had drunk way to much beer, I thought as I struggled to open my eyes. The light shining in from around the curtains were blinding to my sensitive eyes. I looked around, not recognizing my surroundings. I struggled to remember, and it started coming back to me slowly, brief images of Clint as he made love to my manhood flooding my mind.
                  A rustle next to me caught my attention, and it took a minute to realize what I was looking at. It was Clint, sleeping next to me. He was naked, and despite a part of me that wanted to look away, I couldn’t tear my eyes off of his wide shoulders, his muscular back. His muscles in his shoulder blades had dimples in them, dimples that were appealing, pleasant to look at. His body tapered down as I looked down at the small of his back.
                  Then my eyes came to rest on his hard ass cheeks, and despite my hangover I felt a vague stirring in my cock as images of me fucking him in that ass flew through my mind. Remembrances of the sensations I felt as I was pressing into his backside, feeling him squeeze me inside his forbidden tunnel.
                  I thought I was going to be sick as it fully hit me I had sex last night with a man. I slowly rolled off of the bed, desperation filling me to not wake him. Not to have to confront the conflict raging inside of me over my actions last night, our actions. I looked around, and panicked when I didn’t see my clothes. Then it dawned on me they were in the game room, and I tiptoed out and wandered the house till I found it.
                  I hurried into my clothes, and was almost running to my car once I was outside. As I drove home, I kept looking in the rearview mirror, trying to see if there was something tangible I could see, some indication I was gay. As I pulled into my driveway, I felt like crying. My life was out of