LHNB: Finding the Time

My Love Has No Boundaries story, Finding the Time has now been posted! I am honestly nervous and excited to forever to meet Memphis and Jake. I loved the prompt and picture I chose.

The picture.

This is what first got my attention. I love how comfortable this couple seems to be. When I saw it, I knew it would be an established couple theme. I love established couples. I feel like the reader really gets a more in depth or rounded story.

The prompt.

Dear Author,

They have been together for several years and very comfortable with each other (as shown in the picture ;)). But lately, work and life in general made them see each other less. The picture is shown where they were finally had free time together. Even though one of them was tired, he still made an effort to be close to his boyfriend by napping on him.

I would like the story to be a slice of life with some background on how they met. I would like them to be in their thirties and act like it. More of a story of how the couple makes efforts to spend time together.

Preferably, no misunderstanding or miscommunication.

I would like that when you get to know them, you knew they will be together and have a HEA.

Sincerely,

Pete


I really hope Pete enjoys Memphis and Jake as much as I did. I fell so in love with J&M that plans for the  novel already underway. 

If you would like a chance to read Finding the Time, log on to the M/M Romance site and enjoy. There are hundreds of free reads, waiting for you!!  



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Six Sentence Sunday: Bell Jar Memories

Good Sunday morning to you all! Here are six sentences from my WIP, Bell Jar Memories. I hope you enjoy:)

Reaching to shut off my alarm, I stretched my naked body over the cool sheets. I could feel my morning wood pressing into the mattress. The alarm interrupted an amazing sex dream cut too short. I reached down to pump my cock to relieve the ache building in my balls when I froze. My free hand suddenly pinned to the bed and a muscled body straddled my legs with a hard dick pressed against my ass. "Want me to take care of that for you?" asked the voice above me. I could feel my cock immediately soften.

"Get the fuck off me Ryan," I yelled into the mattress.

Ryan started to stroke his cock up and down my ass cheeks. "Come on baby, you know you want it," he moaned.

Handkerchief

Part two of Challenge Me Monday!

Handkerchief was the word chosen by Xara X. Xanakas. 

"Dad!” cried Ragean.

 I ran as fast as my wobbly legs could carry me. She buried her head in my chest and wept hysterically. I tried to make out the jumbled mess of words she tried to form, it was pointless. I wanted to console her by telling her Drew would be okay, I just couldn’t bring myself to lie. The cautionary words of Judd Callahan pierced my brain again. I couldn't bring myself to utter those same words to my daughter. She needed her father to be strong right now.

On the drive over, I begged, bargained, and pleaded with God to save Drew. Drew had his whole life before him, it just seems so wrong to have his life cut short. How does a parent ever imagine their life without their child? I couldn’t picture my life without Drew in it. We might not have the most solid relationship, as long as he was alive, I could handle anything else.

Raegan finally started to calm down. I untangled her from my chest, “Where’s your mom?” I asked.

Her brown eyes swam in tears, “She went to ask the nurses if they had any news.” As if saying the world brought the situation back to life, she burst out in tears. I guided her to the hard plastic waiting room chairs. The smell of hospital cleanliness was strong. The off white walls seemed to close in around us.

“Raegan, honey, do you think you can tell me what happened?” I asked quietly.

I watched as she squared her shoulders, almost like she was mentally and physically pulling herself back together, “Drew and Jessie were going out to celebrate their signing with a group of friends." I put my hand on her leg to stop her.

“Who was in the car?” I was so distraught; I never once thought to ask about possible passengers in the car. My heart began to leap in my throat. So many lives could be changed tonight. The possibility was sickening.

“Jessie and Drew were riding together. The other guys were meeting them there. One of the baseball players, Mike Duvall lives out on Payson Farms. His parents were throwing a bomb fire for the senior players,” she said getting off track.

“So Jessie and Drew were driving to the farm?” I asked trying to steer the conversation.

“Yeah, Jessie was driving,” she whispered. I put my hand on her leg in comfort and waited for her to continue. “We don’t know for sure what happened, but Jess ran off the road and hit a tree. Jessie was wearing his seat belt and had to be cut from the car. Drew wasn’t wearing his seat belt and was thrown from the car.”

“Why the hell wasn’t he wearing his seat belt?” I asked. I could hear the anger in my own voice. I was the one who taught the kids to drive. Rule number one: The car does not move unless everyone has on their seat belt.

“I don’t know, dad.”

“We’ll just have to ask him when he gets out of surgery,” I said.

I sat back with my arm around Raegan. She had stopped crying, I think we both needed the added comfort. I stared at the boob-tube, not really caring what was on. The mindless infomercial brought relief.

Raegan jumped to her feet when Christine entered the waiting room. “Did you find out anything?” she asked.

Christine stared at me. Her blue eyes were piercing with pain. I got up and walked to her without speaking. She was once my wife, we knew one another. I tried not to be hurt when she flinched as I hugged her. After a while, she balled my shirt in her hands. “We can’t lose him,” she cried softly.

“We won’t,” I said. Please God, don’t let me be wrong I prayed.

When she had her emotions somewhat under control, she stepped back taking Raegan in her arms. 

“The nurse said the surgeon would be out soon to talk to us.”

I crossed my arms, rubbing my hands up and down trying to push away the goose bumps dancing on my cool bared arms.

I tried not to be hurt by the fact that I was just finding out that my only son had signed his letter of intent. Later, I could deal with that later. Right now, I just wanted to hold on the good memories I had with Drew.

I could easily close my eyes and picture his first day of t-ball practice. He stood in the outfield, his brown glove and hat two sizes too. Unlike the other children around him, Drew paid close attention to what the coach had to say. Every move, every detail did not go unnoticed by him.

On our way home, we stopped to get ice cream, where Drew announced that he would one day be a famous baseball player. Just like that, he was hooked.

It was the sound of Christine digging through her purse, which brought me out of memory lane. "I know I have a bag of tissues or a handkerchief in here somewhere," she said.

When the doctor walked into the waiting room, we all jumped up at once. Every hope and prayer said in the past two hours came down to this moment. Whatever this doctor had to say, I knew it would change my family's life.

"Mr. and Mrs. Dunn?" he asked. Nodding, neither Christine nor I corrected him. He didn't need to know we were divorced.

"I'm Dr. Woodall. Your son has been in my care since he arrived. Drew came to us with sever blood loss. In order to stop the bleeding, we had to remove your son's legs."

Remove your son's legs. Those words bounced around my brain like a ping pong being smacked back and forth.

I could see Dr. Woodall's mouth still moving, but nothing was penetrating my brain. "Is he going to live?" I yelled, mostly trying to clear my mind.

"He's no longer losing blood, which was our main concern. He still has several obstacles to overcome. Everything will be touch and go from here on out."

Please feel free to leave next week's challenge words at the end of either Challenge Me Monday posts. I will combined words from both post if necessary. 

Poltergeist

Last week, I started a new blog theme event on Monday's called, Challenge Me Mondays. Where anyone can leave a word to help me with a current WIP. After randomly selecting a winner, I would have a week to write 1k using the wining word. 

Two words were left last week. Instead of picking one word, I chose to keep them both. So up first we have Poltergeist, left by Casey Cox...because she is evil;)

I chose my father/son story, currently titled Running on Empty. I have to warn you, I cut the sex scene because if I left it in, then you, the reader would be lost on what takes place in the next chapter, which happens to my the next CMM word winner. Sorry:)

"Ashland Park Community Trust Bank, This is Adam Dunn, how may I help you?" 

"Oh, I can think of several ways you can help me today, Mr. Dunn."

"Is that right, sir? Please do tell. I'm all ears."

"It's not your ears I want Mr. Dunn." 

Haden's laughter made me want to pack up and head home early. Glancing at the clock, I wanted to groan at the slow moving hands. "I'll be leaving here in about an hour and then you can have any part of my body you wish."

"Promise?" he said nearly purring.

"Absolutely."

"Actually, I just wanted to remind you that tonight's your Friday, so please don't forget dinner. I'm starved!"

"Haden, I haven't forgotten. I always look forward to date night. I'll pick up Chinese food on the way home."

"I can't wait to see you, drive safe."

"I always do," I said hanging up.

As an ER nurse, Haden's job doesn't always allow him to leave in time for dinner every night. Unlike other couples, our weekly date nights are spent at home. We take turns bringing home take out, as the other picks out a Netflix film and we snuggle in for the evening. 

I don't know if Haden has any clue how much I looked forward to our Friday's. After my divorce, I swore, I would never again be in a relationship where I couldn't be my true self. Christine, on a best day, allowed me a few minutes just holding her in arms before she would think of something else that needed her attention more. I needed the comfort, but I also think our relationship needed it more. It wasn't the main reason our marriage ended, but for me it ranked high on our failure list. 

It wasn't as if our choice of film set the mood. Case in point, tonight's flick was 1982's classic, Poltergeist. Just spending time together meant everything to me.

I rushed to power down my computer and cram my belonging in my briefcase. Anyone wanting a loan could wait until Monday morning. 

When I pulled into our driveway, I grabbed our square boxes of bliss and jetted for the door. Leaving behind my briefcase and cell, since work and phone were banned on date nights. 

Hearing pots and pans clang around the kitchen, I headed to find Haden. When I finally laid eyes on him, I stopped mid step. My heart began to gallop like a race horse and my mouth watered. Haden was bent over in search of something with his amazing bare ass sticking in the air. 

"That," I started, "is one hell of a welcome home greeting."

Whipping around grasping his chest Haden let out a loud screech. Again for the second time within seconds, my mind was wiped completely of its thought. Haden wasn't entirely naked. Instead, he stood in our kitchen wearing only a black apron with, 'My Meat is Hand Rubbed' in red lettering. 

The take out bag slipped from my fingers, making a loud thud. 

"I wanted to make dessert," he said weakly. 

Devouring the distance between us quickly, our mouths found one another in a rough tangle of passion. At first, I wondered if I was being too rough. The pleading sounds and the strong grip on my shoulders, pulling me closer, made my head swim. It was the green light I needed to continue. He soon slowed our kiss, making it more sensual. When we finally pulled away we were both panting. Haden's eyes were the brightest blue I had ever seen. Love, joy, and contentment shined back at me. 

"Don't you dare stop," he said, resting his head in the crook of my neck.

I lifted him off the ground, his legs easily wrapping around my waist. Haden's eyebrows lifting as he pondered my next move. His eyes never left my own as I carried him to our room. 

<<Sex Scene>>

"No one has ever carried me to bed before," Haden said around a mouthful of reheated fried rice.

"Next time we will have to remember to turn off the stove before getting carried away."

"For sex like that, I would burn dessert every night," he chuckled. 

I glanced at the burn pan in the sink and winced. There wasn't enough S.O.S. pads in the world to bring that thing back to life. "We'll need to take stock in Tupperware," I laughed.

As Haden finished his meal, I started to clean up before loading the movie. A loud knock on the door startled us both.

"I'll get it." Haden said, getting to his feet. "Thank goodness we decided to put clothes on."

I could tell by the deep voice, that our visitor was male, but couldn't hear what was being said. 

"Did you tell them we don't want any?" I asked without looking up.

"Adam," Haden said softly, as if he was in pain grabbed my attention. 

Haden had come back to the kitchen followed closely by Officer Judd Callahan. Judd and I had gone to high school together long before he joined the police force.

"Hey Callahan, if you are here about the vandalism charges, we won't be pressing any charges. It seems my son is still a little ticked off about his father's new path in life."

"Adam, I'm not here about the charges. I tried calling, but your phone kept going over to voice mail."

"Honey, it's Drew," Haden said quietly.

What was Drew? I studied Haden and Callahan's worried faces before it finally registered. Drew was hurt.

"Is he?" I couldn't bring myself to ask the question. There was no way my son was dead. I would know. Wouldn't I?

"Why don't you sit down," Haden said, guiding me to the dining room chairs.

"What happened?" I finally mumbled.

"About an hour ago a call came in to dispatch. The woman said she could see the taillights from the road, but that the car had traveled at least twenty yards into the field.  She didn't realize how bad the accident was until she walked out to the car." Callahan stopped his story and knelt down in front of me, eye level.

"I'm going to be honest with you here, Adam. In the twenty years I've been a police officer, I have never seen anything like this before. I think you should prepare yourself for the worst case scenario here."

The Next Big Thing Blog Hop

The beautiful and amazingly talented, LC Chase was kind enough to tag me in The Next Big Thing Blog Hop. This blog hop was created so authors could discuss their latest release or their current WIP (Work in Progress). LC got our engines running with her current WIP, American Muscle I'm gonna slow it down and tell you about my latest release, Substitute Heart. 

First, I want to share. This was the angel I received after finally submitted my story. When someone from my writing group submits a story, the stunning Xara X. Xanakas always gives our stories an angel to watch over them in the submission process. Isn't he breathtaking! 



1. What is the working title of your book?

Substitute Heart. I have to show you a picture of the AMAZING cover! I cried when I first saw it. Aisha, from Less Than Three Press designed it. (See Right-->)

2. Where did the idea come from for the book?
The title actually came first along with the first chapter. It was the first time I ever just sat down without thinking about what happens next, and wrote what I saw playing in my head.

3. What is the genre of the book?
Gay contemporary romance. 

4. Which actors would you choose to play your characters in a movie
rendition?
I think Travis would be played by Matthew Mitcham and Oliver would be played by Vin Diesel. 

5. What is the one-sentence synopsis of your book?
A solider returns from the dead to help husband move on. 

6. Will your book be self-published or represented by an agency/publisher?
Less Than Three Press published Substitute Heart on Dec. 12.

7. How long did it take you to write the first draft of your manuscript?
I wrote the first chapter and set it aside until almost a full year later. I picked it back up, only taking a week or so to complete. 

8. What other books would you compare this story to within your genre?
I haven't come across any in my genre per say, but I would say Charles Dickens A Christmas Carol. 

9. Who or what inspired you to write this book?
I love military stories. I always cry watching one YouTube video of a soldier returning home after another. This is picture (Left) also spoke to me. A lot of my work as a brotherhood theme, I admire their work and sacrifice. They are men and woman of honor. 

10. What else about your book might pique the reader’s interest?
When one of my best childhood friends passed away, I always wanted that one last chance to say goodbye. We all weren't blessed with that peace of mind of knowing our loved one is safe and okay. Travis gets to not only say goodbye, but know without a doubt that his former husband is always with him. 

To keep this blog hopping, here’s a list of awesome authors I think you should check out:
Zach Sweets and Casey K. Cox

SSS: Bell Jar Memories

For this week's Six Sentence Sunday, I have gone back to the first story I ever started (Yes, it is still a WIP!)

Bell Jar Memories is a contemporary piece that follows Aidan Matthews home after a frantic call from his sister. Aidan hasn't been back to Kentucky since leaving after a horrible event sends him fleeing. 

In this scene, the Matthew siblings are talking with their father's doctor about the car accident damage. 

Dr. Webber was heading for the door when Maddie stopped her. "Does that mean my Gramps is going to be okay? Did you fix him?"

"I hope so honey."

"Good, then can you help my Uncle Henry?"

Oh God, kid no. Please don't say it, please don't say it. I chanted to myself.

"He has a stick up his ass and Uncle Aidan said you could help." The audible gasp from every adult beside me was palpable.  

Six Sentence Sunday: Substitute Heart

On Wednesday, my story, Substitute Heart will hit the shelves. I can't tell you how excited I am. This is the first story I ever submitted to a publisher. The people at Less Than Three Press were nice enough to accept it, making my dreams of becoming a published author come true:)

 I wrote the first chapter December of last year. After that first chapter, nothing I wrote seemed to 'fit' the characters. Setting it aside, it wasn't until September that I picked it back up. I loved this piece from the time I started until the very last word was written. I admit, I cried a few times telling Travis and Lane's story. I can only hope everyone who purchases it, feels that connection as I did. 

Without any more chit chat from me, here are your six sentences...maybe a little more;)

The men stopped and moved away from the casket, allowing me more time.  Each step I took closer to Lane felt empty. At first, I could only stare at the beautiful cherry wood. When I was finally able, I placed my shaking hands on the lid. I opened my mouth to speak but no words came out. I tried again. My voice was just as shaky as my hands as I finally stammered out, "Let's think of the future. Forget the past. You're not my first love. But you're my last." Tears burned my eyes and my heart shattered. 

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Release Date and SH info!

Good day everyone! I received some exciting news this morning! My first story, Substitute Heart will be released December 12th! I am so over the moon excited and so shaking in my boots nervous. 

This story is a short contemporary Christmas piece. Travis Kuric, the main character has to start living again after the death of his husband. He has kinda hit rock bottom after losing his job days before Christmas. Travis has an unexpected visitor that helps him decide if he wants to keep living in the past or if he is going to pick himself up and live again. 

I seriously have an addiction to military videos, which started the idea for this piece. I torture myself by watching coming home videos. The first chapter in Substitute Heart came to me months before the rest of the plot came together. I cried like a baby writing that chapter. I always wondered what happened when a family member didn't come home. What happens to the people left behind? That is what started this piece. 

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When I first submitted this piece, I didn't think it would be accepted. Zach Sweets and Xara Xanakas kept telling me it would, but they have to say things like that! They are like family to me. When I received my acceptance letter I called Xara and texted Sweets, who were both attending GRL. 

This story is a labor of love. I didn't care if it was accepted or not, I loved the story and characters and that was all that mattered. The more official the book came to be, the more excited I became to share it with everyone. I feel a little strange pimping my own work, but I guess I need to get over it! If you are looking for a Christmas story this holiday season, then please check out Substitute Heart;)

Happy Holiday!

XO,
Summer  

Published!

I have been a horrible blogger lately. I have been so wrapped up in kid events, writing, editing, and running errands that I haven't been keeping my blog updated. I have poor time management skills! 

One of the reasons I wanted to stop by and share today is because one month ago today, my first story was accepted for publication by Less Than Three Press. I am so over the moon excited!! I have wanted to be a published author since I was in high school journalism class. 

The night I got my acceptance letter, I screamed, danced around the house, woke up all my children, and called/texted many friends. My mom was so excited she told the other teachers at school. Two of them asked if I would come and talk to their classrooms. 

I am so proud to soon represent Less Than Three Press. After getting to know Sam and Megan Derr, I couldn't have asked for a better publishing company. I have amazing press family! 

My story, Substitute Heart will be released on December 26,2012. I can't like a baby writing this piece. I fell hard in love with Travis, Lane, and Oliver. When I started writing, I didn't plan for this story to end up the way it did, but I couldn't have been more pleased. This piece is really special to me. It's the first work I ever submitted. 

Here is the blurb for Substitute Heart!! I hope you all enjoy this story as much as I enjoyed writing it. 

Three years have passed since Travis buried his husband, but he is unable to let go and move on. Even the support of his late husband's fellow Marines cannot motivate him to live again. His apathy for life reaches a breaking point when he is fired days before Christmas, and an unexpected visitor shows Travis that he has one last chance for a happy future, else he is doomed to one far bleaker …

Aidan Matthews

For those who follow me, you may know my current WIP is Bell Jar Memories. The main character in BJM is Aidan Matthews. In BJM, we follow Aidan's personal journey back home after thirteen years after getting a frantic phone call from his sister.

 I chose to tell this story in Aidan's point of view because the journey is so personal, it could only have been told correctly from Aidan. There are touchy issues like child abuse and rape that have harden the main character. He is a beautiful mess to me. He's strong, yet vulnerable. 

I wanted my friends and readers to get to know Aidan as his story comes to an end for me. 

AIDAN MATTHEWS

Shep ignored my come-ons. I felt the bed dip as he moved and sat down beside me. He frowned, his fingers lightly touched the tattoo above my heart. "You never told me what this one says."

"Broken," I whispered as sleep began to tug at me.

I could vaguely feel his lips where his fingers use to be. "What happened to you that night, Aidan?"

"I was broken, Shep. I'm so sorry I broke." I could hear myself sob, but couldn't do a damn thing about it.

"Shh," he soothed. "It's okay, Aidan. I'll help you pick up the pieces again." The bed shifted again, this time I felt Shep slip under the sheets with me.

"All the kings horses and all the kings men," I sang. Once again tonight I allowed the darkness to take me under. 

This song reminds me so much of Aidan and his troubles. 

Today, for Tackle it Tuesday, I am working on BJM. 

Bell Jar Memories Excerpt

Continuation from:  http://khayes54.blogspot.com 


Bell Jar Memories
Chapter Two

The humid autumn night kissed at my skin as I walked into Fracture. The warehouse sat right off  the East River, causing the temperature drop several degrees. The sounds of a fight already in progress sent chills all over my body. The thick smell of iron became stronger as I made my way toward the cage, someone was bleeding.  I stroked my dick, feeling it harden through my leather pants.  Sick bastard.

I checked the octagon to see if anyone I knew was fighting but didn't recognize anyone. I didn't really know any of the other fighters by name, only nicknames or tattoo that made them stand out.  I went on back to the locker room placing my cell phone, watch, and shirt in a locker. Taking a minute to rub my hard cock quickened my pulse.

"I was hoping you were coming tonight, Angel."

I didn't turn around, my hard on was too noticeable. I was going to have to adjust myself before heading to the ring. Opening the same locker I had just shut, I put my hands on my hips pretended to have something to do.

"Angel, huh?" I said to the voice. "You've got the wrong man I'm far from an angel."

"No, it's you. Everyone calls you the Fallen Angel because of the tattoo on your back." Erection forgotten, I quickly turned around. The young blond fighter had one foot propped up, leaning against the lockers behind me. His eyes went directly to my crotch, he licked his lips as if my dick had grazed his kisser and left behind drops of pre-cum.

The tattoo he referred to was the largest tattoo of the five. It depicted an angel sitting on the ground with her knees pulled up, hiding her faces into her folded arms. The wings pulled close to her body like she was trying not to be seen and was afraid to look up.

"Like I said kid, I'm no angel. My guardian angel couldn't handle the shit I had to live through. Looking away was the only option left," I said.

"Well, there is another name you are known as around here." He said with a smile on his face.

"What's that?"

"Popeye."

I looked down at the anchor tattoo and smiled. "Well, I do eats me spinach." I joked.

I took a step closer to the young fighter. Now that I got a good look at him, I remembered his name, Nick something or other. Looks were deceiving with this young bloke. Nick was small but was one hell of a scrapper. He had a left hook that knocked out many of his opponents.

"Look, don't knock me out if I offend you but are you gay?"

I nodded.

"I was hoping so. Have you ever thought about being a Dom?" he asked quickly.

Taken aback by his question, it took me a minute to answer. "A Dom? Like fucking a helpless man while chained down?"

"No, not like that. A true Dom and sub relationship. Here, go to this website." Nick took a hesitant step closer to hand me a small piece of paper. "The way you move and your accuracy in the ring is beautiful. The first time I saw you, I wanted to know what it was like to be under your hand. I mean it man, you're beautiful. You have no clue how many times I've dreamt about your broad shoulders with a flogger."

Nick turned and walked out of the locker room without another word. To be honest, I was glad to see him go, I was so uncomfortable listening to him talk about me in a way I never saw myself. Pushing those thoughts from my mind, I readjusted my dick, pulling the head up toward the top of my pants before heading out to the ring.

My fight was the last matchup of the night. While some of the crowd had headed home earlier in the night, there was still a large gathering around the cage.

My opponent was a man everyone called Red. Easy to see where he got the nickname, his hair and beard made him look like Yukon Cornelius from the childhood movie Rudolf the Red Nose Reindeer. He was a stout man, built like a barrel.

I rubbed my hand over my own beard as I watched Red prance around the ring. I studied him for weaknesses, how he moved, and which hand he threw with first. This was going to be an easy match, I didn't come here for easy so I was going to have let Red hit my several times before I took him down. I came here to feel I wanted Red to leave marks. I wanted to notice the pain from him in the morning. It might not any sense to anyone else in my life, but for me, it was crystal clear.

Since the fights were unsanctioned, there was no ref to get in the way. The bell rang and Red charged from his corner. The southpaw danced right, then left before throwing a one two punch to my left side and then to the right. I felt my ribcage shudder as the blows made contact. The breath I was holding rushed out of my body like someone had pulled the fire alarm. Red, had a wicked gleam in his eye as if he'd won the fight already. This was going to be fun.

I played with him like a kitten with a ball of yarn leading him on, letting him think I was hurt far more than I really was. Truth be told, I hadn't felt this alive in ages. Each blow from Red was like a life forced back in my body. It was painful but I relished the feeling.

I had enough when he clocked me in the eye. I didn't mind marks to my body that could easily be hidden with clothing, but marks to my face couldn't be easily explained to the people in my life. Thanks to my dear old mom, I knew how to block shots made to my face, but this one came out of nowhere. My vision swam as tears pooled, begging to be set free. I wiped my face with my shoulder and charged Red like a bull. He had been foolish and turned away from me to face  the cheering crowd. He had his hands raised in victory when my first punch of the match sent him reeling to the ground.

Kidney punches hurt like a motherfucker. Red used the cage to pull himself the rest of the way up. The gleam in his eyes was no longer there, only confusion. It didn't take Red long to realize he had been played. He sobered up and started to prance toward me. I led off with my right hand and connected my fist to his left eye. Red had started to fall on his knee's but was stopped halfway by my knee meeting chin. Blood from Red's eye slowly fell down his face. He lay on the mat trying to catch his breath. His left hand slowly tapped the blue mat three times, signaling his tap out. Pussy.

Cheers erupted from the crowd. For the first time, I heard people yelling out Angel, like Nick had said. I made my way back to the locker room. I wanted a shower. I wasn't here for cheers or congratulations. I was here for myself.

As the warm spray ran down my back, I thought about how Red would feel my beating tomorrow. My dick sprang back to life with a vengeance. Red would look in the mirror and remember me for days to come. I slowly began to stroke my cock. The power was like a high. My dick felt that power, loved that power, and wanted a release. I stroked myself slowly. I didn't care who came in or if anyone else saw. This was the moment I had been waiting for. My pace picked up as I replayed the fight in my head. I moved to feel the blows Red had landed. I began to moan when my balls began to wrinkle and pull up, I released my load into the stream of water. I watched as the cum shot from my body. I felt happy. All the shut down emotions poured out of me. I finally felt alive.