Hero: Mr. B. Lumberjack. Gay. Hipster. Lives in an old train car. Has a tattoo of a tree stump with an ax on it. Bearded. Smokes a pipe. Wants to make money by opening a brothel bed and breakfast in his train car – with his body for rent.

Mr. B opened the shirt, showing off the nicely defined pecs with soft blond fuzz from the chest down. To the side, under the ribs, was a tattoo of an ax planted firmly in a stump of wood.

Mr. B grinned. “I’m gonna get one that says ‘Timber’ on the other side.”

Hero: Jo. Bi-sexual – Mr. B doesn’t know he is bi-sexual, assumes straight. Jo lusts after Mr. B – but is afraid to show him. Until one day….

“So, say you choose the bed, and you’ve marked in the questionnaire that you want blowjobs and topping.” He sat on the bed and spread his legs. “We can start off here. I pull off the suspenders first…” He slid his arms out from the leather straps. “I was thinking about this actually. It would make more sense to open the clips, but it’s sexier if I keep them on, just hanging there. What do you think?”

[…]

“So I’m sitting here, suspenders down, smoking, and I rub my dick, and I’m like ‘I’ve been hard at work chopping wood all day, and now I just wanna fuck.’”

“You deserve someone to take care of your needs,” whispered Jo, curling his shoulders slightly.

“Unless you wanted me to suck you off, then I’d pass you the pipe, and be like ‘All I could think about at work was gi—’”

Jo got to his knees and leaned forward, surprising Mr. B so much he spread his thighs wider without thinking. Was this actually happening? More importantly, what was happening?

Mr. B watched Jo, with tension making his whole body freeze. “S-so yeah, that’s where you’d kneel. Maybe I should p-put a rug by the bed…” he mumbled, unsure what to do.

Jo stared at him, his eyes so wide he looked as if he might turn around and flee at any moment, but a decision must have been made, because he suddenly put both his hands on Mr. B’s thighs and slowly moved them up, following them with the rest of his body.

Mr. B couldn’t choke out a word, too overwhelmed by the surge of speculation rushing through his head only to wipe out all rational thought with a spike of arousal. What he should be doing was asking Jo what this was about, laughing it off, or telling Jo he wasn’t sure it was a good idea. He should be worrying about their friendship, or about confusing Jo with his unnecessary intro to the brothel.

And yet he was silent. He breathed hard, completely mesmerized by Jo’s lips, and dark, unfocused eyes.

Jo exhaled softly when one of his palms reached the front of Mr. B’s jeans. He stared at it, hypnotized, but didn’t hesitate to gently massage Mr. B’s cock through the denim. In the most surreal of moments, he started pulling down the zipper with his other hand.

Mr. B exhaled deeply through his nose and had enough brain power to put away the pipe. How was this happening? Should he stop it? Did he want to stop it? What pushed Jo to do this? Had Jo thought this through? But Mr. B wouldn’t voice any of those concerns, too absorbed by Jo’s intent moves, which made Mr. B’s cock painfully hard in a split second. He wanted to dip his dick in Jo’s mouth so bad his whole body heated up like a furnace. He’d never realized just how badly he craved it.

I would give this a C+. It took me a while to really like Mr. B (he is called Mr. B because his ex’s name was Mr. A..or something like that). While he is a lumberjack, he isn’t super alpha. He is more…emo and has every cliche a  lumberjack would have. I liked Jo a lot from the start. This is a bit more – I don’t want to say silly but just….the set-up is a little more out there than reality. But if you want a quick escape – and it’s on kindle unlimited.

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