Here’s A Lustful Excerpt from My Latest Erotic Gay Romance, “For The Love Of Samuel”

Here’s A Lustful Excerpt from My Latest Erotic Gay Romance, “For The Love Of Samuel”

“For The Love of Samuel” is my latest erotic gay romance of love lost and love found, set in contemporary New York City and Fort Lauderdale.

New Yorker and aging gay man Billy Veleber who abhors growing old has lost Mitch, his former meth head lover, to his habit, and Gus, the older man in his life and mentor, to despair, when he is confronted with the chance to become 21 all over again, through the magical prowess of the dog tag of a long dead Civil War soldier, Samuel Evans. Young again, Billy abandons Manhattan for Fort Lauderdale where he meets Dare, the love of his life, whose clever quick rich venture first bonds them, then threatens to end their idyllic lives together forever. Billy also faces the reality of having to tell Dare the truth about himself.

This flashback occurs 15 years before our story begins when Billy, 35, meets Gus, 50, at a midtown Manhattan bath house after Billy has abandoned Mitch, his lover, because of their deepening meth addiction.That night at the baths, Billy and Gus just talk, Billy about his affair with Mitch and Gus about his dead lover Dennis who couldn’t escape the habit. The following day Billy meets Gus for dinner where he learns he is one of the City’s leading neurosurgeons. Gus, who has already fallen in love with Billy, offers to help him with his communications career and even have him move in with him if he likes. Billy gladly accepts and after dinner follows Gus back to his apartment in New York’s West Village…

Upstairs, Gus poured two glasses of wine and led Billy to his bedroom, the larger of the two. On the top of Gus’s bureau, Billy saw a picture of Gus and he guessed Dennis together in their speedos at some beach, magnificent specimens of hirsute masculinity, both bearded and strong as only two handsome, no, two beautiful men can be. Dennis was shorter than Gus, not much taller than Billy, but he resembled a young Tom Selleck.

Billy just blurted it out.

“How the fuck can l compete against that?”

“You aren’t competing, never was, and never will be,” said Gus, “because you’re, oh so much stronger up here,” pointing his finger to Billy’s head, “than Dennis ever was, or ever could be.” He kissed Billy on the forehead. “You were on the path to nowhere and turned around. Dennis chose that path and never looked back.”

He peeled off Billy’s polo shirt as Billy did the same with Gus.

“Plus, like I told you,” said Gus with a grin as he rubbed his broad hand across Billy’s chest and nips and shoulders, admiring all of it with his brown eyes, “no one, not even me, has got you beat when it comes to this.” He twisted some of the long delicious hairs on Billy’s chest as if he was going to braid them.

Billy returned the favor by kissing Gus’s chest and running his tongue across his heavy nips.

“Bite ‘em,” whispered Gus, “this old man can take it.”

“Strong ltalian stock, huh,” whispered back Billy.

“Damn right,” said Gus.

“Well, you got strong Slavic stock here, buddy,” boasted Billy, strutting out his chest, Gus’s cue to sink his teeth into Billy’s tits.

“Fuck Gus,” said Billy gritting his teeth, “you’re – you’re the man! Jim was never into that …”

Gus got up – “l don’t wanna make them too sore, the night’s still young” – and with both their pants still intact, he got up, walked over to the wall closet that ran the length of the room, and pulled out two leather vests.

“Ever get into this?”

No,” said Billy, laughing. “mine was always the Abercrombie and Fitch crowd.”

Gus slipped one of them on Billy, the other on himself.

“Come here,” and he had both of them stand in front of the mirror that ran the full length of the closet.

“Did you ever see a hotter pair of men in your life?” said Gus, laughing.

He was right, thought Billy, who felt empowered like he never had before.

He turned around, unbuttoned Gus’s pants, pulled them down along with hid boxer shorts. yanked them off and his shoes so that except for his dress socks and vest Gus was butt naked, threw him, this Colossus of a man, onto the bed and quickly striping off his own jeans and shoes and grabbing his own dick, Billy knelt down and swallowed Gus’ huge, thick penis in one gulp and kept it down his throat, feeling it twitch, for what seemed an eternity.

“Shit Billy, what – what the fuck are you doing to me?” yelled Gus, watching his young man like a jock father would watch his son make a hit a home run. “l’m going to come Billy, do you want it, do you want it?”

Billy didn’t make a move or a sound or a gulp as Gus’s big, thick swollen dick spurt uncontrollably down his throat.

“Fuck,” said Gus, “no one, no one has made love to my dick like that before, no one.”

Billy looked at his own penis that was still raging hard. But so too was Gus’s.

“I want you inside me,” said Billy.

“You’ll have me,” said Gus, breathless. “But tonight I want you inside me.”

Still lying on the bed in all his glorious masculinity, he turned to the nearby bed stand, reached over, opened the top drawer and pulled out a canister of Elbow Grease. Billy was standing by the bed, his penis so hard it hurt as Gus lathered it up, gave it a few kisses and then spread his furry Sequoia legs wide open.

Gus winced and gritted his teeth but kept smiling as Billy slowly entered him, Gus’s smile getting broader with every inch.

Billy could feel the heavy rug of butt hair and the thick brush that encircled his manhole. He fucked him slowly, again and again as all that fur massaged his shaft like a million tiny fingers.

Finally, silently he came, and lay himself on this man.

His man.

“Could you ever love me Billy?” whispered Gus.

Billy lifted his head and looked at Gus like he was crazy.

“What, what do you mean?”

“My heart throb is dead. Yours is still very much alive.”

“Maybe what l feel right now is lust,” replied Billy, “after all, you cockteased all weekend. “ Gus laughed. “But if l don’t come to love you, truly, deeply love you after all you’ve done for me already, God damn it, you can burn my homo license.”

And with that he crawled down, threw Gus’s legs over his shoulders, and licked up his own cum dripping from Gus’s man hole, like he was a kid licking ice cream off a cone.

“Did anyone ever tell you,” murmured Billy, his man juice dripping from his bearded lips, “that you are one hot motherfucker?”

“For The Love Of Samuel” is available as an e-book on


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