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In my last newsletter, I sent excerpt five 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 6 of Hot-Rod Magazine

Hot-Rod Magazine
Yawning, I glanced over at Kim. He lay with his back to me sound asleep, so I rolled out of bed, grabbed my phone, and headed to the bathroom. Closing the door, I sat down to relieve myself.

I’d almost dozed off when my phone buzzed indicating a FaceTime call from Byron.

“Morning, Bro,” I answered.

He lay on his back, and the way he held the phone, I could tell he was still in bed and wasn’t wearing a shirt.
I knew he slept nude.

“Morning. I didn’t wake you, did I?”

“No, I had to come to the bathroom. Did you get lucky last night?”

“No, I told you it was our first date, and I wouldn’t. Did you?”

I chuckled. “No, we took a shower together. Kim had been so worried about the performance he was wiped out. I told him we could soak in the tub, but he just wanted to go to bed, so we did. He’s still asleep."

I hadn’t bothered looking at the clock when I got up, but the display read 9:35.

“You want to come over in about an hour and decide whether we want to confront the folks about the video? Or do you have plans with Kim today?”

“No, we haven’t made any plans. You’re not up yet, either so I’ll stop by Wally’s and grab us some breakfast. I’ll bring the magazine with me.”

“Cool. I still can’t believe Mom would do that. Never thought Dad would, either, but definitely not Mom.”

“Yeah, me neither,” I agreed.

“Okay, I’ll see you in about an hour,” Byron said.

“Don’t go back to sleep.”

“I’ll leave the door open for you,” he said and disconnected.

I took a shower and shaved, then went into the bedroom to get dressed. Kim had rolled over on his left side and cuddled the pillow I’d used.

After getting dressed, I leaned down and kissed him on the cheek. “Going over to Byron’s. I’ll call you later this afternoon.”

He looked so peaceful. A warm feeling I’d never experienced before, swept over me. Leaning down, I whispered, “I love you. Get some rest.”

He didn’t stir, so I got my suitcase and toiletries bag and headed toward the front door. Stopping by the coffee table, I picked up the magazine and stuffed it under my arm. Then I set it back on the table and put my suitcase on the floor and returned to the bedroom.

Kim was still asleep. When he had rolled over and grabbed my pillow—well, technically his pillow, but the one I had used—the sheet had slid down and his right side and leg was exposed.

Grinning, I removed my phone from my pocket and took a couple of pictures of him. Not wanting to risk waking him, I returned to the living room and picked up the magazine and suitcase. After locking the door behind me, I rushed out to my car and put the suitcase in the trunk.
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Byron had the third apartment from the stairs on the second floor. Keeping the ‘zine under my left arm, I managed to hold it, carry the sack, and drink carrier I’d gotten at Wally’s, up the stairs without dropping them.

His door was ajar, but his neighbor stepped out of the apartment on the other side of Byron’s when I approached.

“Morning, Alec,” I said before he reached Byron’s door.

He put on his sunglasses as he headed toward me. “Hi, Quinn. How’s it going?”

“Great. Where you headed to?”

He pushed Byron’s door open for me and stepped back so I could enter.
“Gotta go mow my grandparent’s yard.”

He followed me in, and I set the drink holder on the breakfast bar and quickly slipped the magazine on to a barstool and set the sack on top of it. Thankfully, he didn’t notice the move. I didn’t need to hide the ‘zine from him because of it being an adult magazine, I had to hide it from him because my parents were in it.

“That’s why Byron and I chose to live in apartments. We don’t want to take care of a yard. Luckily, our Grandads still like to take care of theirs and both of our Grandmothers like to work in the yard, too.”

He chuckled and nodded. He knew that. “Enjoy your breakfast. I’ll see you later.”

“Thanks.” I closed the door behind him and breathed a sigh of relief that he didn’t want to stick around and visit for a while.

Alec and I met our junior year in high school and became good friends. I had fallen in love with him, but even though he was straight, and I’d never gotten lucky with him, when we were roommates in college, we’d beat off together nearly every night after going to bed and sometimes in the morning before getting ready for class.

“Who was that?” Byron came around the corner from the hall. He’d dressed in a tan T-shirt and a pair of tan and brown shorts. He didn’t wear any socks or shoes.

“Alec. He’s going to mow his grandparents’ yard.”

Byron picked up the sack and set it on the bar and I went around into the kitchen and washed my hands at the sink. The smell of fresh brewed coffee filled the kitchen and the coffee maker gurgled, indicating it was ready as I dried my hands on the towel hanging on the handle of the door under the sink.

Unlike Kim’s one-bedroom apartment, Byron’s breakfast bar was to the right of the front door and his dining area to the left. The kitchen, while also U-shaped, had the sink in the counter below the bar, so anyone doing dishes could talk to whoever sat at the bar. The dishwasher was to the right of the sink. The range top was on the U part of the wall separating the kitchen from the hall to the bedroom and bathroom. The microwave above the oven stood in the corner leaving plenty of room for food preparation between it and the range top. On the back wall, more counter space separated the oven from the large, double-door refrigerator and a small pantry. He had hung a painting of an open window looking out on a beach scene over this counter. Between the pantry and the outside wall, a wooden, hinged louvered door hid the washer and dryer.

Although he had a nice dining room table, he only used it when he had our parents over for a meal—which seldom happened. He had set his computer desk against the wall across from the table.

The brown man-made leather, over-stuffed sofa separated the dining area from the living room. A matching loveseat flanked the wall, and a matching recliner stood between the loveseat and patio doors. His large flat-screen TV stood at an angle on an entertainment center in the far-right corner. When he used the computer, he had to turn to his right to see the TV screen. I’d suggested putting his computer desk between the TV and the hall, but he didn’t want to.

“Oh, this smells so good, Quinn.” He opened the container, and the aroma of the warm pancakes filled the air.

Without asking, I removed two plates from the cabinet above the bar and set one in front of him and the other next to him where I would sit. I got two forks and two knives from the drawer to the left of the sink and placed them on the bar, also.

“Thanks.”

While I joined him at the bar, he slid the two pancakes, two sausage patties, and scrambled eggs out of the Styrofoam container onto the plate.

I did the same with mine, and we used the knives to spread the butter over the pancakes.

I removed a cup of coffee from the drink holder and handed it to him. Then removed the other one and took a sip.

While we ate, he glanced down at the magazine on the barstool next to him. “Did Alec see the rag?”

“I had it under my arm and slipped it onto the stool and set the sack on top of it. He didn’t mention it if he did.”

“Good. I’d never be able to look him in the eye again if he knew Mom and Dad were in it.”

“I still can’t believe they’d do that,” I admitted pouring syrup over my pancakes. “Mom and Aunt Lorraine are going to a flower show this afternoon. Uncle Dwight’s taking Addie’s car to have it looked at. She says it’s shimmying.”

Byron cut a piece of sausage and paused with the fork halfway to his mouth, then slowly lowered it back to his plate. “Mom and Aunt Lorraine have always been real close. Do you think Mom told her?”

Aunt Lorraine was a year older than Mom, but they had shared a room when growing up, and were still close.

I took a sip of coffee and set the cup back on the bar. “No way. That would require Aunt Lorraine seeing Dad because you know she’d want to see the pictures. No way would Mom let her know.”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

We finished eating and I picked up the plates and carried them around to the dishwasher and put them in. “It’s almost full, do you want me to start it?”

“Yeah.”

Byron brought the containers around and put them in the trash in the pantry while I started the dishwasher.

“You want some more coffee?” he asked.

“Sure.”

I removed the lid from my cup, and he topped it off with the fresh coffee, then he filled his, also.

Byron carried his cup and the magazine over to his computer and I followed him. He pulled a chair out from the table for me and set his cup on the desk in front of the monitor before sitting down in his computer chair at the desk.

“How long has Kim had the subscription?”

I set my cup on the edge of his desk. “I don’t know. This is the first edition I’ve ever seen.”

He turned the magazine over. “This code probably tells, but I don’t see an actual date in it.”

Byron opened his browser and logged back into the site. “Probably shows in here,” he said.

He clicked on Account in the top right corner. “Just his second month,” he said, reading the Member Since notification.

“I didn’t see this months’ edition.”

We sipped our coffee and looked through the previous editions.

“Looks like Mom and Dad are the first couple,” Bryon said, clicking on the March edition. “And there’s no women before her, either.”

“I’m surprised there’s no gay couples, either,” I said as he scrolled to the next page in March.

“Me, too.”

He leaned over a little and let his arm bump mine. “You ever video yourself beatin’ off?”

“No. Have you?”

He blushed. “Yeah. Frequently.”

“You’d better delete them off your phone before Mary Lynn finds them.” I grinned. “Or do you want her to find them?”

He chuckled. “No. I’ve moved them to my computer and deleted them from my phone. But I have a passcode, so she can’t get into either.”

“Umm hum.” I teased.

“Have you ever videoed you doing it with Kim?”

“No. Not going to, either.”

“I wonder how much they pay?”

I shrugged and got up and headed to the kitchen. “You want some more coffee? I’m switching to a bottle of water.”

“No, I’m fine. Thanks.”

After putting the empty coffee cup in the trash, I retrieved a bottle of water from the refrigerator and jumped when he yelled, “Oh, my fricking fucking stars!”

“What now?” I rushed back to the computer just in time to see a picture of Aunt Lorraine poised with her mouth open to take Uncle Dwight in her mouth. Uncle Dwight frequently joined us at the gym, so I’d seen him naked, but never boned. He was a little bigger than my seven inches.

Byron scrolled down to the video at the bottom of the page. “Should we?”

My cock was already straining against my tight jeans. I’d had the hots for Uncle Dwight for as long as I could remember and couldn’t wait to see the video. “I’ll probably never be able to look at him again without pulling a boner, but sure.”

He clicked the button and the video loaded.

Aunt Lorraine and Uncle Dwight lay sleeping back-to-back in a king-sized bed, with a light-blue sheet pulled up under their arms. A gentle breeze rustled the blue curtains through an open window and the sun fell on the end of the bed. I’d been in their bedroom several times growing up, and I knew this wasn’t shot in their house.

Uncle Dwight rolled over onto his back, pushing the sheet down to reveal his hard, hairy chest. We could see the bulge of his hard rod through the thin sheet. He yawned and stretched, raising his right arm up and resting it on the pillow above his head. We thought he was going to go back to sleep, but a few moments later, he rolled onto his right side, and gently ran the back of the fingers on his left hand slowly over Aunt Lorraine’s arm.

She moaned and turned her head toward him, and he kissed her on the cheek.

A slow cross fade to a camera next to the bed beside Aunt Lorraine, and she was on her back and they were kissing passionately.

Uncle Dwight ran his hand up her side and gently pulled the sheet down, revealing her ample breasts.

“I didn’t know she had an all-over tan,” Byron whispered.

“Since Uncle Dwight does, I guess they probably use the same tanning salon.”

“Probably.”

Uncle Dwight kissed her neck and slowly made his way down to her breasts. He flicked his tongue over her erect right nipple, then started sucking it.

Another cross fade, moved to another camera on Uncle Dwight’s side of the bed, and he lay on his back while she kissed her way down his chest and stomach. She moved the sheet out of the way and took his hard rod in her hand. He had to be at least an inch longer and a little thicker than me. I rubbed my hard rod through my jeans as she kissed the head then swallowed him all the way down to his dark brown pubes.

Byron gasped. “Wow. He’s bigger than us, I’m surprised she swallowed him whole.”

“Me, too,” I whispered.

She sucked and licked his cock for a few moments, then he pressed his hips up and ran his hands through her thick brown hair.

He moaned. “I’m gonna squirt.”

She let go of his cock with her mouth but kept stroking him with her hand and he moaned again and blasted his wad across his stomach. It almost reached his chest.
The scene faded to black as he pulled her up and kissed her on the lips.

Byron closed the browser and looked at me. “Wow. Now I wonder if Aunt Lorraine is the one who suggested Mom and Dad do it, since they were in the March Edition.”

“Good question.”

“Oh, shit,” Byron breathed. “Should we tell DJ? He’d kill us if he found out we knew and didn’t tell him.”

Twenty-seven-year-old Dwight Jr, our cousin, was a year older than Byron. Addie, his sister, at twenty-five, was a year older than me.

“I don’t know. But if we tell him about his parents, we’ll have to tell him about ours.”

Byron frowned. “True, but I think we should.”

“If we do, then we’ll have to tell Addie.”

He shook his head franticly. “No, no, no. We can’t tell her. She’d totally freak out. She’s totally against you being gay anyway. We can’t tell her.”

He grabbed his phone and pressed a few buttons.

“Morning, ‘Cuz,” DJs deep voice came over the speaker.

“Hi, DJ. What are you up to?”

“Just finishing folding laundry and getting it put up. What are you doing?”

“Haven’t done that yet. Need to, but Quinn’s here and we found something on the ‘net you need to see. Can you come over?”

“Uh, sure. But why don’t you just send it to me?”

“No, we need to be with you when you see this.”

“Well, okay. I’ll be there in about twenty minutes.”

“See you then.”

DJ disconnected.
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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