Birds Of A Feather [Postcards From Paradise] [MultiFormat]
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eBook by G.R. Richards
eBook Category: Erotica/BDSM Erotica/Gay Fiction
eBook Description: For nearly ten years, Tim and Ramon have lived together as platonic research associates studying bird cognition. Until the morning Tim storms into Ramon's bedroom to alert him that their parrot and research subject has flown the coop, they've never even seen each other naked.
When they fly to Brazil on the off-chance they'll find their precious hyacinth macaw in the beautiful Pantanal region, Tim finds out more about the black sheep of Ramon's Brazilian family than his tight-lipped research partner would even have disclosed. In the presence of Ramon's off-beat but encouraging aunts, Tim rediscovers the comforts of family even as he finally realizes the depth of his attraction to Ramon.
As the love Tim and Ramon denied and feared and pushed aside for so many years bubbles up in them, their concerns are overthrown by sheer lust. Whether they find their bird or not on this trip, they've already found each other...
Genres: Gay / Contemporary / BDSM (Light) / Interracial / Multicultural / Voyeurism / Exhibitionism / Public Places / Series
eBook Publisher: Amber Quill Press, Published: 2010
Fictionwise Release Date: December 2011
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Tim envied that ease, but the way Ramon's body moved also made his cock strain so damn hard he wanted to touch it. There were no towels out here. He couldn't cover up, except with his wet clothes, and he wondered how Ramon would react if he looked up to find Tim jerking off poolside.
Tim resisted, resting his palms first on the hot stone behind him, then moving them up onto the plastic. He couldn't take the heat. Eventually, Ramon did stop swimming, clinging to the poolside across from where Tim was still trying to ignore his massive erection. God, it was begging to be touched. When would he get an opportunity?
Without saying a word, Ramon swam across the pool. He swam right to Tim, easing himself between those open thighs. Of course Tim wanted to say something because, hell, this was not usual behaviour, but he was afraid if he spoke that might scare Ramon off. Tim viewed Ramon very much like a bird: curious but skittish, and would take off at the slightest motion, the most innocent statement. So Tim said nothing, didn't move, hardly breathed, as Ramon wrapped his arms around Tim's sides. Ramon set his hands back against Tim's bare ass, barely touching his skin, but definitely there, and Tim didn't know what to do ... so he didn't do anything. He just watched the scene unfold.
Ramon leaned into Tim's lap, so close his pink lips were almost touching the gleaming head of Tim's cock. Every time Tim was convinced something was about to happen, nothing did. Ramon stared at his dick, moving gently toward it, then backing off. The suspense was driving Tim crazy, and he wanted to plant his hand in Ramon's hair and just push the guy down on his erection, but he knew better. He watched and waited, realizing this is precisely what he'd been doing for nearly ten years--watching, waiting...