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Category: Erotica/Gay-Lesbian Erotica
Description: When a shy, virgin erotica writer with a tool belt fetish crosses paths with an outgoing carpenter, the fireworks soar. Introverted Larry has an active imagination, and Marty is just the man to draw him out of his shell. When circumstances send the boys on a road trip together, they start to get to know each other, and they like what they see. The problem is that Larry worries about the motivation behind his feelings, while Marty's tired of the single life. He's ready to settle down and has been looking for Mr. Right. Will opposites attract and make their dreams come true, or will Larry's insecurities keep him from seizing love?
eBook Publisher: Torquere Press/Top Shelf, 2009 http://www.torquerepress.com
eBookwise Release Date: November 2009

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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [216 KB]
Words: 47104
Reading time: 134-188 min.
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TGIF. Marty was worn out. It had been warmer than normal for an early November day in San Diego, and his boss, Chris, had acted more like an overseer than a foreman. Yeah, they were shorthanded, and yeah, they were behind schedule, but damn, Marty was only human. As he pulled into an empty parking spot at his apartment complex, he saw the man who had recently moved into the apartment directly across from his own coming down the stairs.

Introducing himself shortly after the man moved in, Marty had learned a few things about him. The man's name was Larry Travis. He was absolutely painfully shy. He was rather slender and maybe two inches shorter than Marty's five foot nine. Larry was not quite thirty years old, but Marty imagined he probably got carded regularly, because he could easily pass for a high-schooler. He must've had a pretty bad case of acne back when he was a teenager, because Marty could still see faint signs of the scars. He wore some pretty darned thick glasses, but had eyes the prettiest shade of blue Marty had ever seen hiding behind them, and a mop of gorgeous, honey gold hair.

He'd also noticed Larry stealing covert peeks at him whenever they'd met up in the parking lot or in the complex's fitness center. He figured that Larry had noticed the little rainbow decal he had in the rear window of his ever-faithful Valiant.

Marty made a point to always smile, wave, and toss out a 'how are ya, Larry' whenever he saw Larry and Larry was at least starting to blush a little less each time. It had to totally suck to be that shy.

It was a beautiful, sunny afternoon, and Marty didn't feel like spending the evening cruising for a hookup at Snayque's. Not that he'd mind going out dancing--he adored dancing--but he'd rather just come home alone tonight than with another mindless pretty boy who was just looking for a fun fuck for the night.

Was there a chance in hell that his timid neighbor could be persuaded to join him and his friends for an evening of dancing? If Marty showed up with someone, it would at least keep the guys out cruising for one-night stands from bothering him.

Marty waved and hollered, "How are ya, Larry?" He flashed Larry a big smile for good measure.

It was Marty, and damn, he had that leather tool belt hanging low on his hips. The man was beautiful.

Larry was worthless at small talk anyway, but his brain shorted out completely around Marty. And Marty was just getting home from work, too--all lovely with sweat. Marty's dark hair was mussed, and his T-shirt was grubby and clinging to his chest and arms, highlighting the well-formed muscles. It took all of Larry's concentration not to stare.

What could he say that would make himself seem interesting? "I'm fine, Marty. How are you today?" Fuck. Obviously he'd failed at the trying not to sound too dull effort. His face was heating up. Double fuck.

Usually that pretty much covered it, but for some reason that afternoon Marty continued, "Say, Larry, I was thinking. If you don't have any plans for this evening, would you like to join me and some friends? We're going out dancing at Snayque's."

Oh, God. Had he heard that right? Had Mr. Personality really just asked him to go out dancing?

Larry reached his car, and Marty stood there, just looking at him expectantly. Shit. He needed to say something. "Oh, um, thank you for thinking of me."

He paused, but Marty was still patiently waiting and gazing at him with an encouraging little smile. He didn't want Marty to think he was rejecting the thoughtful gesture out of hand. "Well ... um ... well, I can't dance."

There was no way Marty was asking him out on an actual date. He knew Marty was just being a friendly neighbor and inviting him to go along, but Marty looked truly let down. "Oh, well, if you'd like to try it again, I could help you out. I could lead you through some simple moves if you'd like to try it, rather than just dancing freestyle. I promise I won't try any complicated moves before you're ready for them."

Larry heard himself saying "okay" before he even realized he was answering Marty. Damn. Much as he'd love to spend an evening with Marty, there was no way he wouldn't totally embarrass himself trying to dance.

Marty smiled warmly. Wow, his smile was so beautiful. "That's terrific. Would it be okay to come by for you around a quarter to nine?"

"Um, sure." Brilliant, Larry. Way to knock his socks off.

But Marty didn't seem to mind that Larry appeared to be a complete doofus on top of being ... well ... rather less than attractive. He just looked Larry right in the eye, continued to smile, and said "Great. I'll see you then, Larry." Then he turned away and walked up the cement stairs to their floor.

Larry, on the other hand, was rooted to the spot, staring until Marty disappeared from sight. Jesus, what had he come outside for, anyway? Oh, yeah. He was going to run out to the grocery store for a few things. What things, though? Damn. He couldn't even think straight. No way could he drive straight, either, so he walked back up to his apartment so he wouldn't end up crumpled into a boneless heap in the parking lot.