LOVING TYLER by Winona Wilder

LOVING TYLER by Winona Wilder

Coming Out 3

Tyler James is a pro at keeping his emotions bottled up. He uses sex as a tool, never associating it with love. When Cavendish sends one of their representatives to try and recruit him to be their poster boy, he's ready to tell them where they can shove their offer. But the dark-haired god in the Armani suit has him choking on his words.

Marcus Vinetti fights tooth and nail not to be sent to the boondocks to recruit some hick. He's surprised when he meets his cowboy target who has muscle upon muscle and gorgeous green eyes. Although he's usually good at masking his deviant desires, Tyler brings all his needs and wants to the surface.

Will Tyler be able to change his long-standing playboy ways, and will Marcus finally accept that he's in love with another man?

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Marcus had never been so aroused in all his life. As soon as Tyler touched his bare dick, he knew in an instant that he was onehundred percent gay. He wanted more, he wanted it all. When he sucked him into his hot, wet mouth he knew he’d beg if the man stopped. It felt so good, so intense. Heat radiated through his body and his balls pulled up tight.

Reality didn’t reemerge until Tyler mentioned taking a cock in his ass. He knew that was what men did, but it scared him. There would be no turning back if they had real sex. Once he allowed a man to take his virginity, to fuck his ass, it would be a mental confirmation of his sexual status. He didn’t want to lose his job or his family, but he also couldn’t pretend to be somebody else for the rest of his life. Marcus was so tired of playing a starring role that wasn’t his to play. It was time to come out, to take what he wanted, not what he knew others expected of him.

He could feel the cowboy’s huge cock fighting for entrance. It was hard to relax and accept him as Tyler suggested. He was so tense, so nervous, so lost. That first thrust brought tears to his eyes both from the pain and the loss. But as Tyler slowly fed the full length of his rigid cock into his ass, it proceeded smoothly, only an uncomfortable pressure left. He could feel the partial weight of the cowboy drop over him, feel the heat from his skin against his back. Tyler planted kisses over his shoulder blades and neck. Never did he thrust or move, only throbbed inside him as he adjusted to the invasion. Marcus appreciated the kind gesture, considering they were strangers and didn’t owe each other a favor.

Tyler whispered in his ear, “You did it.” In a way it was a hurdle in his life, something that had to happen and was long overdue. He could hear the genuine pride in Tyler’s voice, and it made him feel special, victorious.

The cowboy began to move, the sensation of each thrust sent Marcus’s nerves into overdrive. Every sensation felt magnified and vibrant, pulling him deeper and deeper into an erotic web. His cock was pinned painfully against the mattress where he couldn’t reach. The mix of pleasure and pain twisted into a deep-seated longing for more of the same.

“You okay?” Tyler asked. He nodded, too focused to speak. All he wanted was more friction, more new sensations from his cowboy lover. Then Tyler’s strong hands gripped his hips and pulled him to the edge of the bed. “Walk to the wall with my dick in your ass.”

Tyler’s hard-on bent and tugged inside him as he moved. When he nearly reached the wall he stretched out his arms and braced himself, his upper body on an angle. “Give me more,” he begged.

“Darlin’, use one hand for support and use the other to fuck yourself. We’re gonna come together.” Tyler was so raw, so untamed. Every word he said in that sexy Southern drawl sparked life into his long-dormant body.

He wrapped a fist around his girth and pumped, matching the rhythm Tyler kept in his ass. It was exquisite. The double stimulation had his eyes rolling back in his head. Streaks of light passed by his vision and he felt the pressure building and building in his balls. His pending release would rival all others by his hand.

“Damn, you’re tight. You’re hugging my dick so tight I can’t hold off another second.” He growled behind him, a feral sound which only excited him. His cultivated, lackluster lifestyle in the city could never compare to this untamed abandon. “I’m gonna fill you with my seed, sweet thing.”


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COWBOY DRIFTER by Winona Wilder

COWBOY DRIFTER by Winona Wilder
Coming Out 2

James doesn't know how he'll survive a road trip with Jet Cartwright. The cowboy drifter has been his wet dream for years, and keeping his true feelings hidden takes a herculean effort.

Jet travels the rodeo circuit and handles horse trading for busy ranchers. Settling down never crossed his mind - until he meets James, a mix of innocence and raw sex appeal. Jet quickly learns that he's willing to give up his ways for the young blond.

Will James be able to come clean with his feelings? Will Jet be able to show the younger man the many pleasures of the flesh, and will that be enough?


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After he dropped the metal ramp with an echoing boom, he plucked off his cowboy hat long enough to drag his hand through his tousled hair. Jet stared up at the sky, tracking the movement of the sun and clouds. James only watched with awe and respect of such a traveled, experienced cowboy.

“Clouds are rolling in fast now. I’d say we best hurry on our way. There’ll be a rainstorm tonight, a good one.” James believed every word. When his father said there’d be rain, it always arrived as promised whether the weatherman agreed or not.

James followed Jet into the narrow confines between the horses, patting the nervous Arabian on the rump before passing. Jet’s back was toned to perfection. James wanted to reach out and trail his hand down the length of his backbone. Fuck, Jet even had a nice ass, hard and round, filling out his jeans in an unholy way. “Do your tattoos mean anything?” he asked when they reached the end of the metal trailer.

“Hope you’re not considering getting one yourself.” Jet turned and leaned against the metal, sighing and closing his eyes briefly. The cool metal would be a sharp relief from the stifling humid heat in the trailer. “You have a beautiful body. I’d hate to see it marked up.”

A beautiful body? Did men normally talk this way to each other? Jet was one hundred percent alpha-male goodness, so it must be politically correct to compliment another man. “I think your ink makes you look even hotter.” James bit his lower lip after he spoke, regretting his choice of words. The way Jet froze and stared into his eyes spoke volumes to the inappropriate nature of his comment. Perhaps only real men could say such things, not young questionable farm boys like James. Those with an openly gay brother.

“You think I’m hot?” Jet found humor in this, smirking as he rubbed his hand over his tat.

James swallowed hard. Why couldn’t Jet put his shirt back on? The distraction was making it difficult to maintain his charade.

“Go on,” he coaxed. “I know you want to touch it.”

He had no idea the things James wanted to do. His mind was a playground of unsavory and lewd acts he’d like to partake in with the older man. But he did need to touch Jet. He reached out without being prodded and flattened his palm over the other man’s shoulder. His skin was so warm and firm. He traced the pattern of the scrollwork down his arm, disappointed when he reached unmarked flesh. “I like it,” he whispered, not trusting his full voice to crack.

“Do you like me?” Jet used a curved finger under James’s chin to raise his vision from the trailer floor to meet his gaze. “Don’t play games with me, James. Do you like me?”

“Yes.” Fuck, he’d gone and said it. But he liked his parents, his brothers, his friends. There was no shame in admitting he liked Jet, right? But he didn’t just like the man, he craved him, desired him to the point of insanity. His cock grew impossibly stiff, lust and nerves combining together in an oddly erotic experience.

“Then really touch me.” Jet’s lips were parted, his eyes half mast, clearly mirroring his pent-up lust. Could it be true? James was still terrified this was all a misunderstanding or possibly a test planned by his father. But not going along with the invitation was not an option at this point. Boldness took over. James placed his hand on Jet’s pec, squeezing slightly. His body felt hard and edible. He wanted to sink his teeth into the thick muscles and trail his tongue down those ripped abs.

“James, you’re not being a good boy.” Jet grabbed his wrist and brought it down past his belt line. When the other man pressed his hand against the dominant bulge in his jeans, James gasped aloud. No more guessing games. Jet wanted him in carnal ways. How could such a hard-core cowboy be gay? It went against everything he was taught. If Waylon and Jet liked men, then maybe James was normal, too. “Feel that? That’s what you do to me.”

“I didn’t know.” Pressure began to build in his balls as heat radiated through his body. His urge to kiss the other man overwhelmed him.

“You ever suck a man’s dick, James?”

His face heated, and he pulled his hand away as if he’d been scalded. “No!” Even though they were being open and honest, he’d been brainwashed to find disgust in such talk.

“That’s right. You’ve never been with a man before, have you? I like that. You’ll be mine. Just for me.” The deep, authoritative tone of Jet’s voice had James ready and willing to submit, to be owned and dominated by this rugged cowboy.



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Jet gently spread James’s ass cheeks apart and admired the tight puckered rosette. He wanted to bend over and lick the cute little virgin hole but went to work by drizzling a line of lube down James’s crack. Jet kneaded his firm, muscled ass as he inched closer and closer to his target. When he ever so slowly inserted one finger into the tight entrance, James moaned and clenched down tight around his digit. The man’s body tensed, not unusual for one so inexperienced. Jet compensated, keeping his finger lodged in the man’s ass while reaching around to stroke his erection.

James groaned and loosened up. Jet pumped the hard shaft while circling his ass with his finger to stretch the unforgiving anal ring. He continued the sequence—pumping and circling while wiggling his finger. Next he inserted a second. “Push against me, James. Don’t tighten up.” Too bad he didn’t have his toys handy. He couldn’t peel himself away from James to grab the little bag in the backseat. Later. “Your ass is tight, baby. You’re gonna feel so good around my dick.”

“I can’t stop it, Jet. I’m gonna come.”

Jet pulled his hand away from James’s cock. “Not yet, sweet thing. I haven’t even deflowered you yet.” He aimed his rigid erection at James’s asshole and thrust forward in a steady, smooth motion. The young cowboy gritted his teeth loud enough to hear, his fists so tight the knuckles were white. “Relax. Take my cock in your ass. Feel it filling you, stretching you. The pressure won’t last, I promise.” The muscles in James’s back shifted with his rapid breathing and squirming. Such a beautiful, toned body.

James grunted once Jet was fully seated, balls deep in his ass. Jet stilled, allowing the cowboy time to adjust, to become accustomed to having a big dick penetrating him.

“If you promise not to come, you can stroke your dick. It’ll help you relax. Can you do that?”

James nodded and reached one arm down between his body and the truck bed. The thick muscles in his shoulder and arm went to work as he rapidly pumped his shaft. “I’m going to start fucking you now,” he warned. After pulling his dick out, he pistoned back in, back and forth in long, languid strokes. Jet was in heaven, watching his cock emerge and disappear into the tight ass over and over.

When James moaned, an erotic plea, Jet knew he’d crossed the line from pain into pleasure. He gripped the young man’s hips and pumped his cock in and out of his ass in firm, rapid movements. As the minutes passed, James wriggled against him, meeting him thrust for thrust. “You’re mine, James. Your ass is mine. Your cock is mine. Tell me it’s true.”

James only moaned each time he exhaled, too far gone for speech. Jet froze. “Answer me, baby. Tell me your cock and your ass belong to me.”

“Yes!” James panted. “I’m yours. You own my cock and my ass.”

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CHOOSING LOVE by Winona Wilder

CHOOSING LOVE - Coming Out Book One by Winona Wilder

Cal has hidden his true feelings from Waylon for years, not willing to jeopardize their friendship. After a night of drunken passion, the truth finally comes out. While Cal learns to accept his true nature, Waylon is afraid to risk alienating his family. Will he live in denial or choose love?

With the help of their sexy history teacher, Evan, the three men learn that love has no boundaries. But are evenings filled with hot sex enough to forge a lasting ménage?

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Fire sparked in Waylon’s eyes and, without warning, he kissed Cal—passionately. He nearly fell back against the closed door but caught his footing in time, and Waylon’s strong arms were around him in an instant. His cock pulsed and thickened knowing that Evan watched from his perch on the desk. He closed his eyes and surrendered to the advance, kissing back, nipping, tasting. Waylon reached between them, rubbing his hand over the bulge in Cal’s jeans.

“Use my desk, boys. I’d love to watch the both of you in action.” Evan’s voice faintly registered in Cal’s mind. Soon Waylon was escorting him toward the desk, barely breaking their kiss along the way. Every nerve in Cal’s body fired hot with erotic need when his boyfriend undid his pants, letting them drop to his knees. He grabbed Waylon’s cock, pumping it in his fist, enjoying the wide girth of hard flesh. Cal undid his own pants, eager to get fucked before he lost his mind. When he turned to face the desk, Waylon spun him back around.

“You’re gonna fuck me, Cal.”

“What?” He’d never entered Waylon. He’d lost his virginity, but in a sense, Waylon had not. Cal just assumed that his boyfriend wanted to dominate, didn’t want to be penetrated, and he was okay with that. The mere idea of fucking Waylon’s beautiful, firm round ass nearly made him come on the spot.

“Evan taught me about give and take. I want to do this, Cal. I have to do this.”

Cal turned his head and looked at Evan sitting beside them, less than a foot away. With both their cocks bare and bobbing with desire, they were in full view for a virtual stranger. Their teacher no less. The openness between them all made him so hot, so fucking horny, he’d die if he didn’t release his load soon.

Waylon leaned over the desk on his elbows, his bare ass ready and waiting. Cal rubbed the smooth, muscled mounds while looking Evan in the eye. The teacher opened a drawer beside him and held up a tube of lube.

“Here. Rub it in.” Evan squeezed some lube into Cal’s palm. He did as told, rubbing the salve along Waylon’s crack, making the man groan, and penetrated him with his finger to distribute the moisture. “Your cock, too.” Then Evan’s lube covered hand was around Cal’s shaft, rubbing and pumping. He closed his eyes, his head lolling back on his shoulders from the onslaught of wicked sensations. A new hand caressed him, and he was about to penetrate Waylon for the first time. How much stimulation could one man handle?

Waylon peered at them from the side, frowning as he watched Evan stroking Cal. “What about me?”

“Okay, Cal, go slow,” urged Evan. Evan aimed the head of Cal’s cock at Waylon’s tight rosette. Properly coated with moisture, he pressed in. His urge to thrust full force was difficult to rein in, but he managed to embed himself to the hilt with a firm, but gentle pressure. Once fully seated, he exhaled. Waylon’s breathing came in shallow gasps, but he took Cal’s cock like a man without wimping out.

“You okay, Waylon?”

“Yeah. This is good,” he muttered, a hint of hesitation in his words.

Cal felt him clench around his cock. Being connected with the man he loved was comparable to nothing in the world. It didn’t matter who did the fucking. It was the same bond between them. “I want to fuck you so bad,” Cal groaned. “You sure you’re okay?”

“Why don’t I help?” offered Evan, his eyes dark and flirty. Cal would agree to anything about now with his cock throbbing to the point of pain. Evan pulled off his T-shirt, his body toned and tanned an even golden hue. Then he unzipped and lost his pants. His cock was ripe for fucking, pre-cum slipping off the tip.

“You’re not fucking Cal,” ordered Waylon.

“Of course not. You get to be the meat in our sandwich.” Evan winked at Cal. “It’ll be easier on you if you get to fuck while being fucked—for your first time, anyway.”

“Whatever. Hurry up because I can’t hold back much longer.” Cal began to grind his hips, pushing deeper into Waylon, desperate to begin thrusting.

Evan passed Cal the lube and leaned over the desk beside Waylon.

“Put a condom on me, Cal.” Cal’s heart filled with love knowing that Waylon wanted him fucking his ass bareback, but insisted Evan use protection.

Cal was on cloud nine, raking his eyes over the two delicious men. With both hands free, his dick still embedded in Waylon’s ass, he reached down and pulled a condom from his pocket and sheathed Waylon. He then poured lube into one hand. He bent forward, reaching around to coat his friend’s hard cock and then directed him to mount their teacher. Once in position, they both aimed at Evan’s waiting asshole.

Evan groaned, an erotic sound that echoed in the small room. Waylon wasn’t gentle as he’d been for Cal’s first time. He thrust in, holding the man’s hips securely. Cal followed suit, pulling out and plunging back in. They worked as a team, a finely tuned mass of male muscle and strength with one united goal.

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