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  Opposites Attract

  First Edition

  Copyright ©2014 J.S. Morbius

  Published by Naughty Nights Press

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  Table of Contents

  About

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  A Taste from For The Love of Leon

  Chapter One

  About The Author

  About

  Kevin 'Kev' Maloney knew he was in love the day he first glimpsed the bronzed Adonis. A bleached blond, heavily tanned surfer, Marcus had to be out of Kev's league, right? What would a man like him want with a heavily tattooed, long-haired biker?

  With two totally different lifestyles, and circles of friends, would Kev be able to find happiness with Marcus, someone who was the complete opposite of him, or would the phrase 'opposites attract' be nothing more than a fantasy that would never happen.

  Chapter One

  As soon as I saw him, I knew I wanted to have him. He was in the park just lying on the grass enjoying the sun. His muscular, bronzed torso glistened with droplets of sweat, the noticeable bulge in his tight, denim shorts causing my own cock to stiffen.

  Sitting on one of the benches not too far away from him, I couldn’t help but stare at this wonderfully gorgeous Adonis, and think about all the things I would like him to do to me. But as I continued to stare, he sat up, and looked directly across to where I was sitting, before standing up.

  I swallowed as he pointed in my direction, and wondered if he had caught me watching him. Slowly he began to walk in my direction, and I wished I hadn’t made my staring quite so obvious.

  Closer and closer he came, and I felt my hands becoming clammy with sweat. If he was pissed off with me, and started something, I knew I wouldn’t be able to match up to him in the strength department. Compared to his god-like physique, I felt like the ultimate nine stone weakling, the one who had sand kicked into his face by the bully at the beach. Not that there was anything wrong with my physique, just it was nothing like his whatsoever.

  Our differences couldn’t have been any greater, I was the bad boy biker type and looked and dressed the part, normally wearing jeans and sleeveless tops, where he looked to be the bronzed surfer dude. I could imagine him out with his mates, down by the beach, surrounded by big-breasted women in micro bikinis, drinking and surfing during the day, and fucking the girls every night.

  Thinking like that, though, there wasn’t much difference in our lifestyles after all. I hung with my mates and their girls; we drank, hung about, but at night I didn’t go off with any of the girls, I went off alone.

  None of my mates knew the truth about my lifestyle when I wasn’t with them. They didn’t know I went to gay bars and often went home with a different guy every night. Hell, most of them didn’t even know I was gay. Or, at least, I didn’t think they knew, as my sexuality, and refusal to take any of the girls home, had never been questioned.

  Lowering my head as he got closer, trying to make out like I hadn’t been staring, I glanced up from under my lashes and saw he had stopped not more than two feet away. Lifting my head, deciding if anything was going to happen it would be better to get it over with, I was relieved when he shouted to a couple of people throwing a Frisbee behind me.

  Relaxing, I leaned back on the bench and caught sight of his face properly, for the first time. His smooth, clean-shaven jaw–which was perfectly shaped–hypnotized me, and his eyes were a deeper blue than any I had ever seen before.

  As he stepped past the bench, I turned my head slightly to look at his muscular thighs, wondering what it would be like to be between them as we fucked wildly like animals, and as I did I could feel his eyes boring into me. Lifting my head, I saw a slight smile form across his lips, followed by a wink, before he continued past the bench toward his Frisbee throwing friends.

  The wink sent flutters through my body, down to my crotch, and I felt my cock beginning to swell. Hurriedly, I stood to walk away, when the Frisbee the Adonis and his friends were throwing landed just in front of me.

  “Here, mate, chuck it back,” came a shout from behind me.

  Doing as I was asked, I bent, picked it up, turned, and threw the disk all in one smooth motion.

  “There you go."

  “Cheers mate,” one of the three called back.

  Turning to continue on my way, another voice called out.

  “Hey, if you’re not up to anything, why don’t you join us?”

  Once again, I turned around to see the Adonis I had been staring at, standing, waving his arms and beckoning me over. It was true, I wasn’t up to anything, not until later when I was supposed to meet my friends, so I thought what the hell and wandered over to the three of them.

  “Hiya I’m Marcus,” the Adonis said. “The other two are Kyle and Shaun.”

  “Hi, I’m Kev,” I replied. “Good to meet you all.”

  “Good to meet you as well,” the three of them said in unison.

  For the next couple of hours we laughed and joked, like the four of us had known each other for years, and I even agreed to meet them for a drink a couple of nights later but with time getting on I threw the Frisbee towards Marcus.

  “Sorry, I got somewhere to be,” I shouted so they could all hear me.

  “What, better than here?” Kyle asked jokingly.

  “To be honest, I doubt it,” I replied.

  “So, why don’t you stay then?” Shaun piped up.

  “I wish I could, but it’s a prior arrangement.”

  I turned to walk away, telling them I’d see them again when we went for a drink, and as I did I heard footsteps running toward me. Turning back to see who was running, all I saw was Marcus flying through the air toward me.

  Before I could avoid the collision, the two of us were in a heap on the ground, Marcus straddling me and looking down.


  “What the fuck?” I said, struggling under him. “Get off me, Marcus.”

  “Calm down, Kev,” he said. “Just wanted to find out what could be more fun than coming down to the beach with us later.”

  “Just got some mates to meet, that’s all,” I said, giving up struggling.

  “And those mates are more fun than us, are they?”

  “I never said that,” I said. “It’s just, I’ve known them years and only met you three a few hours ago.”

  The truth was the longer he straddled me, the more I wanted to be with him, and him alone. I knew I was being stupid, I didn’t even know if he was gay, but there was just something about his clean cut, yet rugged, looks that I really wanted.

  “I’m only messing with you,” Marcus said, as he went to stand up.

  I was too quick for him, though, and, as his weighted shifted, I gripped his arms and rolled to the side, ending up on top of him.

  “And next time you wrestle me to the ground, make sure I stay there,” I said, before bursting out laughing.

  “That was good,” Marcus said. “No one’s ever managed to roll me before.”

  “There’s a first time for everything,” I said, staring down at him. “And I do mean anything.”

  As soon as I had finished talking, I jumped to my feet not giving him a chance to get back on top of me, even though that was exactly where I wanted him, and offered him my hand.

  “Come on, get up,” I said.

  Marcus reached for my hand and I took it firmly in my own and pulled him up. As I did, he stumbled forward and, out of nothing more than a reaction, I wrapped my arms around him to stop him falling forward. For a second, maybe two, we stared into each other’s eyes before we both quickly let go.

  “Go on, Kev, we’ll see you in a couple of days,” Marcus said eventually. “Unless you change your mind later, of course.”

  He then winked and turned away, leaving me standing there, wondering if I should just change my mind and go with Kyle, Shaun, and him or stick to my original plans.

  Chapter Two

  As I left the park, and Marcus, to go home and change for the night with my friends, I still wondered if I was doing the right thing. The thing was an arrangement was an arrangement, and I always kept my word, no matter what else came up.

  Continuing out of the park, I took one last look over my shoulder, but Marcus and the other two were nowhere to be seen. Shrugging my shoulders, I continued my journey home, arriving there twenty minutes later and headed inside.

  Throwing my keys on the side, I headed upstairs to the bathroom. After the afternoon I’d had, a good shower was in order. After all, I'd worked up quite a sweat. Slipping my shorts, boxers, and top off, I turned the water on, and stood in front of the mirror while I waited for it to heat up.

  I stared at my own muscular torso, not as muscular as Marcus’ but not bad either. I looked at the multitude of tattoos adorning my skin. I wondered what Marcus would have made of the skulls, flames, wording and other images that covered my back and chest, especially as his skin, what I could see, was pure and unmarked.

  Climbing under the shower, I let the water cascade down over my body while I just stood there, trying to decide whether to just ring my mates, say something urgent had come up and break the arrangement we had for the first time ever, or whether to just forget about Marcus. The trouble was it wasn’t that easy. No one had ever got under my skin like Marcus, even though we had only met hours ago.

  Grabbing the bottle of shower gel from the side, I lathered my whole body with soap, and washed the day's sweat off me. Once I had rinsed all the soap off, I climbed out, turned the shower off, grabbed my towel and headed toward my bedroom.

  With the towel around my waist, I opened the wardrobe and began to sort out what I wanted to wear to meet my mates, settling on tight black jeans and a sleeveless top, with the Grim Reaper holding his scythe blazoned across the front. Hurriedly, I dried myself down and dressed, before grabbing my keys, helmet and jacket and headed out the door.

  After inserting the key, I swung my leg over the Harley parked by the curb, and turned it on. As the machine burst into life, I twisted the accelerator, kicked the bike into gear, and roared off down the road to the usual meeting place, hoping the night would take my mind off Marcus.

  When I arrived at the bar the usual crowd was already all there. I turned off my bike and as I started to dismount, a beer was thrust into my hand.

  “Cheers, Kev,” my best friend Mike said, raising his own bottle to me. “What you been up to lately?”

  “Nothing much,” I replied. “What about you?”

  “Oh, you know the usual, work more than play,” he responded.

  “Tell me about it,” I said. “Today was my first day off in more than a month.”

  “Really. Did you do anything good?”

  “Nah, not really, just spent some time basking in the sun at the park."

  “Cool. See anyone?”

  “No why,” I found myself snapping back.

  “Just asking. Calm down.”

  “Sorry, too much sun, I guess.” I responded. ”Look, Mike I feel a bit off, I’m going to go home and crash.”

  “No worries, Kev. Hope you feel better next week.”

  I put the beer down he had given me, gave him a high five, and climbed back on to my bike.

  “You be careful on that thing, Kev,” he said, as I turned the key.

  “I will, you know me,” I replied. “She is my baby after all.”

  We burst out laughing as I said it, and I kicked the bike into life.

  “Later, Mike,” I said, before accelerating off.

  I felt real bad about lying to Mike. I had never done it before, but Marcus just wouldn’t leave my mind. I knew I had to see him, so I headed toward the beach, hoping I could find him and the others there somewhere.

  When I eventually pulled up on the road leading down to the beach, I could see a large group of about fifteen or twenty people halfway between the road and the sea, and just knew Marcus had to be in there somewhere. Turning the bike off, I removed my helmet and sat, just watching, wondering whether I was doing the right thing, or if I should really head off home.

  The music coming from the group drifted in the night air to where I was sitting, and I shook my head. If there was one type of music I point blank refused to listen to it was dance/techno but as the sound of Scooter began to fill the night air, I couldn’t wait any longer.

  Starting up the bike once more, I roared down the road to the beach’s edge, parked up next to the few cars that were there, and climbed off. It had been years since I had been this close to the sea, or even on the beach, thanks to an incident when I was younger, an incident I have lived with ever since.

  Still, if I wanted to get closer to Marcus, get to know him better, this was just yet another obstacle that I was going to have to overcome, this and the fact his taste his in music sucked.

  Slowly, I walked on to the beach and began walking to the group, when I suddenly stopped. What if Marcus isn’t even with them? I thought. I am going to look like a real idiot crashing a group of strangers. Rooted to the spot, I stared over toward them, the music changing yet again, and was about to forget the whole idea and walk away when I heard a voice from the group call out to me, it was Kyle.

  “Hey, Kev, glad you could come and join us,” he said, running over to me. “Come and meet the gang.”

  “I don’t know, Kyle,” I said “Maybe this is a bad idea after all.”

  “Nonsense it’s a great idea,” he replied, gripping my arm as I began to turn away. “Besides, I reckon someone will be really pleased to see you, if you know what I mean.”

  I hoped I knew what he meant, but I wasn’t going to say so, just in case I was wrong.

  “Haven’t got a clue, Kyle, tell me,” I said.

  “Nope, you will have to come and find out for yourself,” he replied, putting his arm around my shoulder before bursting out laughi
ng. “Come on, we’ve got plenty to drink as well.”

  After half-heartedly shrugging my shoulders to get him off, I went with him over to the group, and that was when I saw Marcus, looking even hotter than he did at the park. He must have been home to change because he was now wearing tight faded blue jeans and a mesh cut off t-shirt, which showed off his muscular torso.

  “Hey, Marcus, look who changed their mind,” Kyle called over to him. “Now, will you fucking cheer up?”

  “Piss off, Kyle,” Marcus retorted, jokingly. “Great to see you changed your mind, Kev. Here, have a beer.”

  “Cheers,” I said, taking my second bottle from someone that night.

  “So what happened to your previous arrangement?”

  “Oh, it got cancelled,” I lied. “It’s going to be re-arranged for next week instead.”

  It wasn’t as if I could tell him I was so desperate to see him I'd made out I was ill.

  “Well I, for one, am glad it was cancelled,” Marcus said, before taking a large swallow from his own bottle.

  “If I knew, I’d have brought something to drink with me,” I said. “It’s not fair that I drink everyone else’s.”

  “Shit, Kev, you seem to worry about everything,” Marcus laughed. “We have more than enough, we always do.”

  All of a sudden the music was cut, and everything went silent.

  “Hey, everyone,” Shaun suddenly shouted. “I’d like to introduce you all to Kev.”

  I felt my face reddening rapidly, and lowered my head.

  “Now, I know he dresses funny, but make him feel welcome,” he said before looking over toward me. “Only joking about your dress sense, Kev. It’s great that you came.”

  “Well, I could say something about your choice of music,” I replied.

  That seemed to endear me to the group and, as the night wore on, I slowly got to know everyone there as we all sang and drank into the early hours. Eventually, though, all the drink ran out and people started to say their goodbyes and leave, until there was just Shaun, Kyle, Marcus, me, and a couple of girls left.