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In my last newsletter, I sent the second part of Chapter One of my current work in progress, Hot-Rod Magazine. Here's the next part.
Please keep in mind this is a work in progress and more edits and changes will likely be made before the story is in its final form.

*Notice: this excerpt does contain adult content*

Excerpt 3 of Hot-Rod Magazine

Hot-Rod Magazine
Chapter 1 (cont.)

Sighing, I stretched and sat up and watched The Weather Channel’s report of a fire somewhere in the west with no rain in sight, and looked over at the coffee table. Seeing a new issue of Hot-Rod Magazine under the TV Guide, I picked it up and looked at it. It was the next month’s issue. Seemed like they were coming out with the new issues earlier every month. We were only in the second week of August and they already had the September issue out.
Now don’t go wondering what a drag queen is doing with a car magazine. There really is a Hot Rod Magazine that is dedicated to cars—not to say that drag queens aren’t into cars—but this was Hot-Rod Magazine, notice the dash in there? And it was dedicated to hot men with hard rods. How they got away with having so close to the same name is beyond me.

Leaning back against the sofa as I heard Kim turn off the water in the shower, I opened to the first page. The guy sitting in a chair next to a fireplace with a fire blazing was indeed hot. Especially since he wore a tight-fitting cream-colored sweater and a shit-eating grin. His short blond hair was neatly combed, and his deep green eyes reflected the light from the hearth. He wore a pair of brown slacks and black loafers. He looked like someone I’d like to do.

On the next page, he stood next to the fireplace with his shirt off. He had a nice body, but just a light dusting of light blond hair. At least he was a natural blond. There was writing about him, but I wasn’t in the mood to read what they had to say about him. No, I wasn’t reading it just for the articles.

Turning the page, I wasn’t disappointed to find he’d lost his pants but wore a pair of tight, hip-hugging briefs. He had a nice bubble butt. I wouldn’t have minded seeing if it was a tight ass.

Across the page, he faced the camera with his back to the hearth and pushed his briefs down just enough to let us see a glimpse of his light blond bush.

At the bottom of that page, he was boned and cupped his hard rod in his hand showing the outline in his briefs.

On the next page, he’d lost his underwear and was lying on a large bed with his hand pressed against the back of his cock making it stick straight up. He was a hunk, and I wouldn’t have minded feeling it up my ass.

As I heard Kim flush the toilet, I knew that it’d be a little longer before he had his makeup on, so I got up and crossed to the kitchen and grabbed a glass out of the cabinet, filled it with crushed ice and water from the door of the refrigerator, then returned to the couch.

Taking a sip of ice water, I sat back down, set the glass on a coaster on the coffee table, and removed my boots. Might as well get comfortable, I thought. It’s going to be a while.

Picking up the magazine, I turned the page and gasped. Yes, if I had just taken a drink, it would have been the classic spew the water out all over the table event, but luckily, I hadn’t, so I just held my breath. I was about to pass out by the time I realized I wasn’t breathing and jumped up and gasped for air.

The blue eyes that looked up from that page and the smile with the dimple in his left cheek were the same ones that I’d seen all my life. His brown hair had not thinned over the years but had lightened a little. He stood beneath a tree next to a white wooden fence and a large meadow rolled along behind him to a snow-capped mountain looming in the distance. He wore a brown and white plaid long-sleeved shirt with the sleeves rolled up to the middle of his strong forearms and a pair of very snug-fitting blue jeans and brown cowboy boots. It was obvious he was boned through those tight jeans and he had pushed it down the side of his leg.

I closed my eyes and tried to regain my senses. Glancing at the door to the hall, I grabbed my cellphone off the coffee table and dashed over to Kim’s computer and turned on the monitor. He left the computer on all the time.

Taking another deep breath, I clasped my eyes shut tightly and I tried to psych myself up to look at the next page. Keeping my right eye closed, I peeked with my left eye. He still stood in the same place, but he had removed his shirt and tossed it over his shoulder. He had put his right foot on the bottom rail of the fence and rested his right arm on the top rail. He had a nice thick hairy chest and was in great shape.

Swallowing hard, I licked my lips and took another deep breath as I turned the page.
He still stood next to the fence, but he’d tossed his shirt across the top rail, unbuckled his belt. and unfastened his jeans. His hard rod was still shoved down against his leg, but his dark brown pubes were visible where his pants were open. He wasn’t wearing underwear.

Licking my lips again, I turned the page. He was sprawled on his back on a dark brown leather sofa. He had removed his clothes, even his socks, and boots, and he was completely erect. Across the page, he lay on his stomach showing his nice smooth ass. I was surprised he hadn’t started on his stomach and rolled over on the next page. I pressed a couple of buttons on my phone and put it to my ear.

“Yo, Bro,” Byron’s deep voice came over the phone. “What’s up?”

“Are you near your computer?”

“Yeah. But I’m getting ready to bolt. Gotta hot date with Mary Lynn Lawrence. You haven’t met her yet. Going to take her out to dinner then we’re going to go dance the night away. First date, though, so I’m not getting lucky tonight. What are you up to?”

“Get to your computer,” I instructed. “You’re going to shit a brick when you see this.”

“Oh? Can’t you send it to me?”

“No, you need to be sitting down for this,” I assured him, typing in the URL for the magazine’s website on Kim’s computer.

“Okay, it’s up,” he said.

“Type in hot dash rod mag dot com.”

“What type of car is it?”

“Not that kind of rod,” I informed him.

“Oh. I don’t want to see no dude’s dick, Quinn.”

“You’ve already seen this one,” I said.

“Huh?”

“You’ll see.”

“It wants a username and password,” he said.

I flipped the magazine over to the mailing label, “Enter this number,” and read it to him.

“Okay,” he said.

“Now enter this password,” I gave him Kim’s password. I’d tried to tell him not to, but he always used the same one everywhere and I knew the password.

“Okay, I’m in,” he said.

“Good, just a sec.” I logged in also and scanned the site before saying, “On the left, click on Magazines. Then click on September Edition.

“Okay, I’m there,” he said. I was too.

“Now, hang onto the phone and click on page seven.”

“Why would I drop the pho…oh shit!” he exclaimed. “What’s Dad doing on here?”

“That’s what I’m wondering.”

“Oh, my frickin’ fucking stars,” he breathed, using his favorite expression. “Did you look at all this?”

“No, I stopped looking at it when he got on the couch and called you,” I admitted, timidly turning the page on the actual book.

“Oh, shit,” I breathed.

“Yeah, at least that answers the next question I had, ‘do you think Mom knows?’” he said.

Dad lay on his back leaning in the corner of the couch. Mom wore a black lace bra and panties and had straddled him. He had one hand on her hip, and she reached between her legs and had pulled the bottom of her panties to the side. Dad’s rod was pointed right at her. It was obvious that all he had to do was press his hips up and he’d go right into her.

On the left of the page, another shot had Mom leaning down, holding onto his cock like she was about to swallow it.

“Talk about TMI,” Byron said. “I’m never going to be able to look at Mom again without blushing.”

“I’m wondering the same thing,” I admitted.

“You’re lucky you’re gay, Quinn. At least you’ve seen Dad boned before, so except for Mom, this is nothing new for you.”

“Yeah, that’s true.”

I had always been fascinated by the male anatomy, especially the penis. I discovered young that I had one and so did my brother. After all, Mom made us take baths together when we were little, and we shared a bedroom. We had twin beds, so we didn’t have to sleep together. As we got a little older, Dad took us swimming at the Y, and I discovered older guys had even nicer penises than me and Byron.

And, of course, you’re probably wondering why Byron had said that I’d seen Dad boned—he had too. After Dad started taking us swimming, he would tell us on Friday night we’d go swimming the next morning, so naturally, we were anxious to go and on Saturday morning before normal people who didn’t have to get up and go to work on a weekend, wanted to get up, Byron and I would wake up early and as soon as we heard Mom in the shower, we’d run into their bedroom and crawl into bed with Dad to awaken him. Since he slept naked and we’d crawl under the cover with him, we always got a good look at him as we covered up with him. Some mornings he’d be boned, others not. But he never stopped sleeping naked because of us. He even went swimming with us and afterward would shower with us. Now that we were older, the three of us belonged to the same gym and we’d work out and shower together afterward. So, although I hadn’t gotten to see Dad boned since we were little, I at least still got to see him naked.

I had been in the ninth grade when I discovered I wasn’t the only guy who liked penises. Roland Jenkins was in the same grade and we got to be good friends. After spending a lot of time together, we started studying together after school, then he had me over for a weekend and taught me how to masturbate. Since Byron and I shared a room, I couldn’t have Roland over, so it was a couple of weeks later before I spent another weekend with him, and he showed me how great it was to have sex. While Byron hadn’t spent any overnights with his friends and he hadn’t learned how to jerk off, he didn’t mind me teaching him how, but he wouldn’t let me show him how great a blow job could feel and, although I had tried, I couldn’t get him in my ass, either. But at least he didn’t mind jerking off with me nearly every night, and sometimes in the mornings, while we were still in high school.

“So, where’d you get this?” he asked.

“Kim’s got the ‘zine. That’s where the long number came from. When you subscribe, they give you free online access to go with it.”

“Oh, my frickin’ fucking stars,” he gasped.

“What?” I frowned turning the page. It was another hunk smiling up at me from the page. “Nothing else is in the ‘zine.'”

“This couldn’t be in the magazine. At the bottom of the page with Mom straddling Dad, there’s a video.”

I clicked the link and a box popped up and the video started.

Dad stood next to the fence like in the first picture, and the camera switched to a different angle as Mom arrived on a black horse.

“I didn’t know Mom could ride,” I said.

“Me neither,” he replied as Dad climbed over the fence and she slung her right leg over the saddle horn. Dad reached up and put his hands on her sides before helping her slide off the horse, kissing her as he lowered her to the ground.

Taking the reins in his right hand, Dad put his left arm around Mom and led the horse to the gate.

In a smooth and easy crossfade, the scene changed to the living room with the couch that Dad had been sprawled out on and Mom unbuttoned his shirt as they kissed.

To be continued in the next Newsletter.

Hot--Rod Magazine is set to release July 2, 2021. Pre-order your copy now at Amazon
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