FREED FROM THE CHAINS OF
DECEIT by J.S Morbius
Synopsis
Jason Morley is a man, who, for as long as he's been
alive, has been living a lie. Even though he knew deep down that he was a gay
male, he tried to convince himself he was straight, or at the very least
bisexual. Although he'd had many relationships with women, it was only when
thinking of the men of his fantasies he was able to perform. His deception ate
at him.
A mysterious message appears in his inbox on a dating
site, a message he had longed to receive but never thought he would, and his
journey toward his true sexuality begins.
Wade Childs was the man who had sent the message. Like
Jason, Wade was afraid to admit he was gay. Throwing caution to the wind in the
hope of finally finding 'the one', the two men arranged to go on a date.
What followed for Jason was a week of uncertainty,
nervousness, trepidation, and, as he prepared himself for his ultimate
challenge, a whole new world of self-love discovery.
Could Jason really free himself from the chains of
deceit that had bound him his entire life? Will he be able to embrace this his
true self, true sexuality, in the pursuit of a real and happy future? Or, will
he be trapped forever in a life he doesn't want to live, too scared to admit
the truth to his family and friends...himself?
Excerpt
Chapter
One
For years
I'd tried to hide the fact I was gay, even going so far as to sleep with
numerous women, but deep down I'd always known. The only way I could get hard,
and enjoy the act of sexual intercourse with a woman, was by thinking of all
the hot men I'd spent hours staring at over the Internet. And, it was down to
one day on the Internet I finally found the courage to admit my sexuality.
I'd been
lurking on gay, and even transsexual, chat sites for as long as I could
remember. Lurking, not talking; just looking at pictures of hot bodies, hard
cocks and tight asses, stroking my hard cock as I did, when, totally out of the
blue, I received a message.
Hi handsome
They were
the only two words, there wasn’t even a picture, and at first I thought it was
one of my mates winding me up, having somehow found out the secret I wouldn’t
even admit to myself.
At first, I
just stared at the two words, fear holding me immobile in its grasp, and too
scared to respond. Closing my inbox, I stood up and walked away from the
computer, yet those two words wouldn’t leave my mind. The questions began to
surface and flow through my thoughts like wildfire. What if it isn’t a wind-up? What if whoever sent it is genuine, and
this is just the chance I’ve been waiting for?
Glancing
back to the screen glowing brightly at me from across the room, I hesitated,
wondering what would happen if I responded to the anonymous message. Lost in
the thoughts of possibly meeting someone over the Internet, I stared back at
the computer screen the image of the hot, naked, blonde Adonis on the screen,
his cock shaved and hard, staring back at me, smiling, teasing and goading me
back to the computer. I was unable to resist the look in his eye and the
perceived innuendo in his body language.
Slowly, I
walked back across the room, the hardness of my cock pushing against the
material of my trousers. Once I sat down, I re-opened the message, the
hesitation and fear I’d felt before making me very nervous. I read the two
words of the message over and over. Before I knew it, I found myself typing,
responding to the message left for me.
Hi
Hitting
send, and holding my breath, I waited a single brief moment before I panicked. What the fuck am I doing? I reached out
to flip the power switch, blowing out the breath in my lungs in a rush. Before
I could shut down the computer, though, another message appeared.
Hi, thought you were ignoring me. Sorry if I shocked
you with my message.
No, it’s okay. I mean, yes, I was shocked but... I typed rapidly, my fingers dancing over the keyboard,
the words coming out before I had a chance to really think about what I was
writing.
Hope you don’t mind me messaging you. The mysterious person typed. It’s just, after seeing your profile pic, I felt I had to get to know
you. Odd, I know, but something wouldn’t let me walk away and close down my
computer before I’d taken a chance. I mean, I've nothing to lose, right? I
figured the worst that could happen would be you telling me to bugger off,
right?
I couldn’t
believe what I was reading. The picture I'd used was a self-shot taken one
night when I was drunk, and showed me standing in front of a mirror, fully
naked, my hand wrapped around the shaft of my hard cock. I'd meant to change it
numerous times, but had never got around to taking a sensible one, and good
pictures of me were as rare as rocking horse shit; they just didn’t exist.
My name’s Wade, by the way. The next message pinged through before I had a chance
to thank him for liking my picture.
Curiosity
nagged at my insides and I began to type. I needed to know more.
Hi Wade, it’s great to meet you. How come you haven’t
got a real profile pic? I mean, I assume that isn’t really you, is it?
No, it’s not me. And, because I am not as brave as you
for one thing, he
responded. For another, I don’t rate
myself that much, to be honest.
I’d love to see a picture of you. I’d much prefer to
have an idea who I'm talking to. For all I know, you could be anyone.
Okay, I guess so. Give me five minutes, your email
address, and I’ll send you one, but you have to promise you’ll never show
anyone else.
You can trust me. Promise. I typed in the information
and then sat back in my chair, my imagination running wild.
Excitement made my hands shake and blood rush through my body. I
wondered what he really looked like. Was he like the hot, muscle-bound model
I’d been viewing earlier, or, like me – fit but not much to look at?
Okay, I’ll be
back soon.
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