The Jock
by
Blak Rayne
(@BlakRayne)
 |
‘Time is evanescent. Memories are forever.’
|
Stuck in a traffic jam on the highway, in
the middle of a record-breaking heat wave, Adrian Greene has more on his
fevered mind than praying for rain and getting home. With little else to do,
his thoughts stray to a better time in his life—his youth and an adventurous
three years spent with his first boyfriend. If there’s one thing he longs for,
it’s a chance to relive it all.
Excerpt:
I avoided Tim for days afterward—the
cafeteria—anywhere I happened to see
him, or hear his voice. Until we met up in science class and I had nowhere left
to run. Mr. Gilchrist wouldn’t allow anyone to swap partners, even though I
told him it was a life-or-death situation. He just glared, pointing to the back
of the classroom. I edged along the wall, avoiding everyone’s prying stares and
slumped into the chair next to Tim, dumping my notebook on the table.
“It’s been a while,” he murmured, below
the teacher’s announcements.
I refused to answer him and took out my
pen.
“Sooner or later you’ve got to speak to
me.” Sitting erect, he flipped open the science book. “We’re partners and we’ve
got a project to do.”
He placed the book between us, and his
hand brushed mine. I flashed a timid grin at him and he smiled. Why did he have
to be attractive and the sole object of my carnal desire?
We read the next chapter in the textbook
and discussed what we’d do for the project. The time went quickly, and before
the class ended, we were putting together the fragmented pieces of our friendship.
We talked about our parents and music, and sports, not that I had any real
interest, however we did avoid the “lump under my chip bag” topic.
The bell rang.
Tim shot to his feet and slipped me a
piece of paper from his notebook. “Read it when you get home.”
“Huh?” I started to unfold it and he
snatched it from my grasp.
“Didn’t you hear me? Not here, Adrian,
okay?” He glanced about, lowering his voice. “Promise me.”
“Ah…okay.” I stuffed the paper in a rear
pocket.
“See you tomorrow!”
And with that, he was gone like a bullet,
the first out of the classroom. Guys didn’t write guys notes, not usually
anyway, so naturally he’d piqued my curiosity. Floating from the room wearing a
grin, I wove through the oncoming maze of students. Outside, my mother had
parked along the curb, across the street in the shade of a maple tree. She
waved and smiled.
“How was your day?” She started the car.
“Good!” I clicked the seat belt and then
lifted my rump to get at the note. Apprehensive, though eager, I unfolded the lined
piece of paper.
“What’s that?”
“Nothing, just a note from a friend….” I
read the first couple sentences and my cheeks flushed. Even though the majority
of Timothy’s chicken-scratch handwriting was almost impossible to decipher,
‘fondle your balls’ came across pretty clear.
She glanced at me. “It must be something—your
face is red.”
Scrunching the paper, I laughed
nervously. My groin ached with sexual arousal. “It sure is hot in here!”
“Is it?”
“Oh yeah, I’m boiling, Mom.” I fanned a
hand in front of my face while stuffing the paper back into my pocket.
“Well, turn on the air-conditioning.”
Fiddling with the knobs, I asked, “Is dad
home yet?”
“Tomorrow night, honey. Remember?”
“That’s right, ” I said cheerfully.
“It’ll be nice to see him.”
“It will be.” She kept her hands at ten
and two, never deviating. “You know, you should invite that boy over for dinner
tomorrow night.”
“Boy?”
She laughed, dithering a little over his
name. “Tim, I think. You said he’s new to the school and doesn’t have a lot of
friends yet.”
I thought about the letter and whether it
would be a wise idea. “I don’t know if he’d want to.”
“It wouldn’t hurt to ask.”
 |
Blak Rayne
'Taking erotic to a
sinful new level...'
|
About the Author:
Blak Rayne is a published author of gay erotic and yaoi style fictional romance. She loves to write and believes it's one of the greatest forms of self-expression. What better way to see inside the human soul?
Blak resides North of Sixty, and yes, she is a woman, wife and mother. She’s been writing and drawing since elementary school, and she loves anything that involves the arts. As for family, her daughter is her toughest critic and greatest support!
Now, for the real biography....
A good friend, who is an aspiring author, happened to mention that she likes to read author bios, and when she checked mine, sadly, she was disappointed. The bio I use is generic, blah, and it doesn't tell her anything personal about Blak Rayne. Her suggestion. Change it! What she really meant to say: "I want to read the juicy bits, lady!"
Okay, the truth. My life is crazy hectic most days as I divide my time between family and friends, writing and marketing, running our businesses and household. I spend an average of eight to twelve hours a day on the computer. No, lie. After quitting smoking years ago, I've become even more of a health nut than before. I exercise every day; I have to or else I'll wind up with a fat ass! I'm one of those people who will read the labels on every food item they purchase. LOL
My favourite drink while writing is a homemade chai tea latte. Well, tea period. Must be the Brit coming out in me. When I relax, or we have company over, I usually indulge with a glass of Japanese plum wine on ice, of course. My entire office is purple, even the carpet. I find the colour calming, and it gets my creative juices flowing. Love it!
Currently, I reside in British Columbia, Canada with my husband, our daughter and son. Our eldest son passed away; he's not with us physically, but he is in spirit. My daughter owns a cat that is the moodiest creature you'll ever meet. Seriously, the foul little beast still swats at my legs when I don't pay him enough attention.
What else can I tell you? Lots of things, but the most important tidbit, I'm passionate about my writing and plan to continue publishing. How many novels? Who knows, I guess until the ideas run dry, or I die.
Happy Yaoi Hunting!
Blak Rayne
Additional Links:
Your Comments Encourage
♥ Thank you ♥
♥ °*"˜✿˜"*° ♥
Feel Free to Share
Live ~ Laugh ~ Love
with Passion
For those of you who don't know about it, Yellow Silk Dreams is really stoked to be hosting Blak Rayne's latest book THE JOCK. Something different, something new, definitely worth reading...
ReplyDeleteThank you, Jacqueline! I'm really excited to be be sharing my latest creation. And, thank you, Muffy, for posting it on your beautiful blog. :D
ReplyDelete