Dustin likes the closet. It’s warm, comfy, and dark. Who needs to be out when you can get all the anonymous sex you want via the internet? And, besides, coming out is messy and gets you nowhere–certainly not a relationship. Real gay love is fiction.
When Dustin meets CollegeJock22 for a quick blow-and-go in the university library men’s room, everything he thought he knew crumbles. He can’t get that man out of his head and will do almost anything to have him. The only problem? CollegeJock22 is even more in the closet than Dustin.
He’s in so deep he can’t even see the crack of light under the door.
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Dustin glanced over the phone number scrawled in faded ink, marring the grey paint. A half a dozen more “offers” decorated the wall—hookups made inherently sleazy when delivered in bathroom graffiti.
Not that he should judge, since he occupied the stall in the men’s room at the back of the library for an anonymous blowjob with some guy he met on the internet.
Dustin barely knew anything more about CollegeJock22 than he did about “Dave,” but it was still different…somehow. He’d at least seen CollegeJock22’s picture, if only a grainy crotch shot.
His thoughts crashed to a halt when the bathroom door next to him opened. Blood immediately pounded in his ears, so loud he struggled to hear the hesitant footsteps make their way to the urinal. Cold sweat spread across his forehead. He’d done his share of hookups, but never in a public place before. The danger of being caught both terrified and excited him.
Dustin stared at the sneakered foot, visible just below the stall wall, as the other man stopped at the urinal on the other side of the metal divider. He waited for the signal. Until he heard it, he didn’t know who had come in, CollegeJock22 or some random dude needing to take a piss.
He heard a zipper open, but not the telltale sound of urination. The foot shifted. The pant leg lifted, briefly flashing a white sock. The signal. Dustin flashed his own sock.
Nothing happened. Embarrassment swelled as he realized the awkward coincidence. This was not CollegeJock22.
Then the other man’s feet moved. Another wave of cold sweat peppered his skin. He’d been right. CollegeJock22. Now he just prayed the man wasn’t fat and ugly, his profile one big lie. Dustin’s breath grew shallow and his heart thudded as the man stood on the other side of the stall door.
Dustin left it unlocked, as planned.
It squeaked softly as CollegeJock22 nudged it open.
All doubts vanished. Quite simply, CollegeJock22 would be the hottest guy Dustin ever hooked up with, the rare man who actually lived up to his profile. He easily stood five foot eleven with tight golden curls peeking out from below his ball cap. His muscled chest pulled his shirt taut beneath his open jacket and his cock…a gorgeous piece of meat dangled from his open fly. The thick and semi-hard dick sprouted from a dusting of fine hair, probably at least seven inches when erect.
Realism vs. Fantasy in M/M Erotic Romance
In Autumn Fire, my male leads live in university dorms. They’re not affluent. They don’t have antique furniture. They’re not abstaining until they find the man of their dreams.
M/M erotic romance is a subgenre of romance, one that thrives on romantic fantasies. In much M/M erotic romance, you have a male lead who’s been scorned and hurt by past loves and is content to live alone in a giant house kept immaculately clean and filled with lovingly restored antique furniture. The second male lead usually sees something deep within the reclusive man, something unique and attractive and romantic, and this second male lead must work his way into the lead’s heart and life. And then they live happily ever after.
It’s a fantasy, a really nice one. And it’s a fantasy that you can see evolves out of hetero romance storylines.
When I tackled Autumn Fire, I didn’t have a super strong background in romance books. My primary genre for reading was and still is science fiction, a genre that is grounded in realism (or at least something that could be conceived as possibly being real at some point in the future). So when I sketched out my plot for Autumn Fire, a tale of two young university studs who fall in love (and have hot sex), my instinct was to up the realism.
This realism starts with the setting and character, but also extends to the plot. If a young man is determined to fight his growing attraction to another man, what is he going to do? Some romance books would have him pine away in secret and argue with the guy when they’re together. I think a realistic reaction, especially given the demographics and contexts of my characters, is to sleep around and exorcise this attraction, to replace that love with something he can better handle (aka lust).
But with this being a romance book, and with this involving matters of the heart, we all know it’s never that easy. As much as he may want to move on and forget about the guy that captured his heart, he will never escape it. This is where fantasy and realism collide. Love is unavoidable.
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About the author:
Cameron D. James is a lover of books, coffee, chocolate, and cute Starbucks baristas.