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  MAYBE THIS TIME

  Duncan More

  Copyright 2017: Duncan More

  Beau to Beau Publishing

  www.beautobeau.com

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, organizations, places, events and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, though reference may be made to actual historical events or existing locations. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or yet to be born, is purely coincidental and entirely unintentional.

  Published in the United States of America.

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  One drunken night leads Dillon to the bed of a man that he could have sworn was a woman. Waking up naked in the bed of a drag queen is a shock, to say the least. But he kinda likes the guy. The problem is… the queen works at the same bank as Dillon. So, is it “hands off” or does he take another chance on love… and with a man? And what would happen to his career if anyone discovered his secret?

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  CONTENTS

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  About the Author

  Books by Duncan More

  Chapter One

  “Go! Go! Go!” the crowd around him shouted, urging Dillon to go faster as he tried to finish the food and drink challenge at Wayne’s Wild West Way Station and win a free t-shirt. Dillon usually didn’t accept foolish dares or just do foolish things on his own. After all, he was a mature college graduate on his way to his first big job interview. But he collected t-shirts from unusual places, and for twenty dollars he felt that he could devour three hot Italian sausage sandwiches and a pitcher of beer and two shots of tequila in five minutes. It really wasn’t that difficult for a guy who was starving, and as a bonus, he’d have a new shirt for his collection.

  He had been on the road from Maine since ten o’clock. After seven hours of driving, with music as his sole companion and only one stop at a rest area to relieve himself and grab a soda and chips somewhere in western Massachusetts, he pulled off the Interstate to get some real nourishment. He had an accounting job interview in Baltimore with Johns Hopkins, three days away on Friday, and his plan was to spend a few days checking out the city to see if he liked it. He’d drive there and grab a hotel room from which to base his exploration. His computer had told him he could make the drive in eleven hours and his on-board navigation system had confirmed it. With a suitcase packed with enough clothes for a week, he bade goodbye to his parents and started his trip to a new life. From outside Boston to Albany to Binghamton, he had made good time. Interstate 81 was going to take him south to Harrisburg where he would switch over to I-83 down to Charm City. This was a slightly longer route. He could have taken I-95 all the way down the east coast, but that would have meant big cities and big city traffic jams, not something as a recent college graduate he really wanted to navigate. He really wanted to avoid Boston, Providence, New Haven, Bridgeport, New York City, Newark, Philadelphia, and Wilmington on his way to Baltimore. Just one traffic jam in any of those cities and it would take forever to get past them and there was just no way to avoid rush hours in at least two of them.

  However, Dillon’s butt was getting sore from being seated so long and he altered his plans. He decided one more hour of driving and he’d crash in a rest area and arrive in Baltimore in the morning. He steered his car down the exit ramp and looked for a place to grab a bite to eat. The name Wayne’s Wild West Way Station caught his fancy and he pulled into the parking lot. With a western theme, the ‘way station’ looked like a good spot for some food and a beverage, and once inside he saw the huge sign explaining the gustatory challenge. He liked Italian sausages and he had drunk enough beer in college to know that a pitcher in five minutes was easily consumable, and what harm could two shots of tequila do! He accepted the challenge, the food order was brought, the alcohol was poured, and the timer started as people gathered around him cheering him on.

  That was the last thing he clearly remembered as he woke up in a strange bed, completely nude, with his pants, pullover shirt, socks, underwear and his new t-shirt neatly draped over a nearby chair. He didn’t remember anything: hitting on a girl, accepting her invitation, scoring – nothing of what would have been his first sexual conquest. Just here he was in some chick’s bedroom all alone. He heard the sound of dishes coming from another room. That meant she was still around, which was good. He decided to lie there and wait. A little morning delight would be a lot better than whatever he couldn’t remember of the night before.

  “Good morning, sexy. Glad to see you are up – not up like you were last night. God, you’ve got a big one.” He was a little shocked to see a rather swishy guy, posing in the doorway completely nude like Dillon. “How do you want your eggs this morning?” he asked.

  “What am I doing here?” Dillon asked, totally shocked.

  “I’d say recuperating from the best fuck you probably ever gave a guy. God, you’re an animal when you’re hot.”

  “I fucked you?” Dillon asked hesitantly and unbelievably.

  “Sure did. And, honey, it was good!”

  “I fucked you!” Dillon was incredulous. The concept didn’t make sense. That kind of thing wasn’t his thing. But then neither was blacking out for a whole night.

  “Right there on that bed. Lubed me up and shoved it right in.”

  “How? Why? I don’t remember much of anything after I started that food challenge.”

  “Oh, honey, you won that, hands down. Then you ordered several more shots. For me and several of the others. You were very sociable, chatting with everyone. You staggered a little when you stood up and I helped you to the bathroom. You had trouble getting it out. I had to help or you would have pissed right down your leg. You told me it was the first time anyone else had ever touched your cock and you liked it. I told you I could do much more if you wanted. We came back here. We got in bed and I started giving you head. And damn, you got hard… real hard real fast. I didn’t want to just suck it. I wanted that prick slamming into me. I asked if you wanted to fuck and you said ‘what the hell’ and so we did. Damn, it was good. You have any idea how loud you are? You just kept screaming ‘oh yeah’ as you rammed my ass.”

  “I’m sorry. I don’t remember a thing. I’ve never slept with a man before. I mean, I’m straight.”

  “Of course you are, but now you can say you have slept with a raging homosexual. But that’s all we really did – sleep. I got you safely home, got you in bed, and you did start kissing me, calling me Josette, and then you passed out. The rest is just my wild imagination. I know you’re straight, and as far as I can tell, you still are. I just had to do the hospitable thing and take care of you. We Pennsylvanians are like that. We purposely get out-of-st
ate visitors drunk just so we can take care of them. Now, you want a shower before I feed you breakfast and take you back to your car so you can be safely on your way? Baltimore, isn’t it?”

  “Yes. Job interview.”

  “Well, good luck. You know, I never got to know your name. I know you’ve got a nice dick and a hot body, and you are a sort of good kisser, but I don’t know your name. Humph, come to think of it, that sounds like a few of the guys I’ve been with.”

  “Dillon. It’s Dillon. Dillon Evans.”

  “Nice to meet you, Dillon. I’m Eugene – Lady Gia when I’m performing.”

  “Performing?”

  “Oh hell yes, sugar. I do one fantastic Barbra and my Cher is without equal – well, at least west of New York City and east of Pittsburgh.”

  “Barbara – Barbara Mandrel? Barbara Walters?”

  “Oh god, child, you really are straight, aren’t you!”

  “Told you.”

  “Oh, the things I could teach you!”

  “Like what? How to fuck a man?”

  “Oh, definitely that. Could be an all-day lesson. But you don’t have the time. Baltimore calls.”

  “Guess I’ll just take you up on the shower and the eggs then. Fried, over easy is my favorite.”

  “Got it. Over easy. Sort of like me. You go shower. I’ll get my apron on. Don’t want grease splattering on this delicate skin. Oh, you’re not Jewish, are you?”

  “No, why?”

  “I like to cook my eggs in bacon fat. Couldn’t be sure. I mean you’re cut.”

  “So are you.”

  “Oh, you noticed. You want to make a closer inspection? I won’t protest.”

  “I’ll pass. You know you really are too much. If you toned it down a little, I think we could become friends, just not in the bed.”

  “How about in the shower? I scrub your back, you scrub mine. I just don’t know if I could trust myself though. I might want to wash your cock.”

  “You’ve already held it while I was peeing.”

  “I’d like to hold while you were shooting.”

  “No way, but you could watch. I usually jerk off every morning in the shower. See how far up the wall I can hit.”

  “That’s sick, but let’s go.”

  “You’re serious about this.”

  “You just said I could watch. It’s better than nothing. Give me some ammo for my jerk-off fantasies tonight. You might be in Baltimore by then, but I can imagine you still here in my bedroom.”

  “What the fuck. You’ve been so kind to me. Let’s go.”

  Eugene led the way to the shower, got it steaming for a few minutes as it cleared his sinuses. Inside they stepped and he began soaping Dillon’s back. When he turned around, Eugene soaped the chest; he grabbed the washcloth and began really rubbing it all over. He went as far as the stomach. Much as he would have loved to go lower, he knew nothing was going to happen, and there was no reason to embarrass his guest. He handed Dillon the soap, figuring he would start washing his crotch and start masturbating.

  “Turn around,” Dillon said. Eugene did, and he felt the soap and washrag on his back. He wondered if he could get Dillon to wash his buns and hole. “Turn around.” Now the front got attention. “So you said I kissed you last night?”

  “Yes, right before you passed out.”

  “Well, I don’t remember it, I’m sorry, but maybe something inside of me wanted to. I don’t know why. You were kind to take care of me last night and I appreciate it. If you’d like, let me make amends.” He pulled Eugene’s face to him and started to kiss him just like he did when making out with Josette and the other chicks in college. His tongue battled inside and explored. Eugene responded. He wrapped his hands around Dillon’s shoulders and if he could have safely done so in the shower, he would have folded one leg behind him and stood like a flamingo. With lips joined and water cascading over them and bodies close together, cocks started erecting. Eugene got his hand between them and clutched both cocks and began stroking them together. Dillon did not protest the hands on. After all, Eugene had held it the night before to insure he didn’t piss in his pants.

  “Can I suck it just a little? For my fantasies?”

  Dillon figured why not. He did owe Eugene for his kindness and it wouldn’t be the first pair of lips to suck him, just the first male lips. Chicks had done it for him in college, especially Josette and Candy. He could just close his eyes and imagine it was them taking care of his needs instead of another man.

  “It’s all yours.” He did close his eyes as he felt a warm mouth surrounding his meat. But this was not just the head with a hand stroking the base. This was his whole dick being devoured. No gagging, just a complete engulfing of his cock. He could feel his cockhead entering the throat; he could feel Eugene’s nose banging into his abdomen. He could feel a hand gently caressing his balls, urging them to retract and get ready to fire. He opened his eyes to watch Eugene’s head bobbing up and down. He could see Eugene’s hand stroking his own meat as he sucked on Dillon’s. It actually looked somewhat erotic to him.

  Though Eugene had only imagined Dillon would be loud, his moans echoed in the shower so much that any neighbors within earshot would know that a man was close to orgasm. He started forcing his dick as far as he could – harder and faster – and based on his times with chicks, he had to announce his imminent climax. His girls didn’t want the load in their mouth. Eugene just wrapped his hand on Dillon’s ass and helped it slam the cock down his throat. He could feel each blast race up the shaft and explode. Dillon used his arms to balance himself on Eugene’s shoulders – his legs were becoming that weak. If Eugene were standing, Dillon would have set a new record, for Eugene’s mouth would be at least 5’9” from the floor. Eugene moaned as his own climax overwhelmed him and he arched spurts of cum, some landing on Dillon’s leg and some going right down the drain.

  Dillon helped Eugene to his feet. “How come a chick can’t give me head like that! That was the greatest!”

  “Because they don’t have any idea how it feels. Too bad you have to go to Baltimore. Tonight I could show you that my ass is better than any pussy you’ve shoved your dick in.”

  “Not possible. I ain’t ever stuck it in one yet. I keep trying. Going to have to rent me a whore for the night soon after I get the job.”

  “Well, you’ve fed me. Let’s dry off and let me feed you breakfast and get you on your way for that job, and you can get yourself laid proper.” They dressed and Dillon tossed on his new shirt, but it didn’t fit. It was a small and he wore a large. Had he tried to wear it, he would look like three pounds of hot Italian sausage crammed into a one-pound casing. They sat and talked for a good hour and it was guy to guy conversation – gone was all the campiness that Eugene normally exuded. For the first time in years he was with a guy, although only briefly, that he felt he didn’t have to be on stage for. He could be his true self. They both knew there was no chance of meeting again, so there was no pretense of exchanging numbers. A quick hug in the empty parking lot of Wayne’s Wild West Way Station and Dillon was back on the Interstate. Eugene thought to himself à la Scarlet O’Hara, “Tara. Home. I’ll go home, and I’ll think of some way to get him back. After all, ‘Tomorrow is another day’ but tonight will just be another Wednesday night. It was a quick drive back to his little hamlet of Rupert’s Crossing. As he changed the bed sheets, he started singing a tune from the movie Cabaret that he hadn’t performed in quite a while.

  Maybe this time, I'll be lucky/ Maybe this time, he'll stay

  Maybe this time/For the first time/Love won't hurry away.

  He will hold me fast/I'll be home at last.

  Not a loser anymore/Like the last time/And the time before.

  Everybody loves a winner/So nobody loved me;

  'Lady Peaceful,' 'Lady Happy,'/That's what I long to be

  All the odds are in my favor/Something's bound to begin

  It's got to happen, happen sometime/Maybe this time I'll win �
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  Chapter Two

  Wayne’s Wild West Way Station still had a few parking spaces left in the lot when Dillon arrived on his way back north. He was warmly greeted by the barmaid who remembered him.

  “Hi.” Just on my way back home. Stopped in. Wondering if I could exchange the shirt I won the other night? It’s a small and I take a large.”

  “Sure. No problem. Wouldn’t do us any advertising benefit if it doesn’t get worn. You didn’t wear it, did you?”

  “No, just put it on and took it right off.”

  “Want to go get it?”

  “Well, Darcy,” he said, spying her nametag on her blouse, “I guess it can wait a bit. I am hungry. Been six hours. Think I’d like two of those sausage things. They tasted pretty good, from what I remember. I didn’t make too much of a fool of myself Tuesday night, did I?”

  “You were feeling no pain. You put away quite a few tequila shots – the salt, the lemon slice – the whole performance. But you weren’t bad. And you didn’t argue about driving when Gia offered you a place to stay for the night.”

  “Yeah, first time I ever shared a bed with a guy.”

  “He didn’t molest you or anything, I hope.”

  “Nope – a perfect host. Just told me in the morning that if anyone ever asked me if I slept with a flagrant homosexual, I would now have to admit it.”

  “Yeah, that sounds like our Gia. Heart of gold but he loves to blow people’s minds.”

  “Does he usually come in or was that a rare visit?”

  “Normally he comes in on Fridays about seven, but tonight he and his friend Flame are doing a show around ten-thirty, so I doubt he’ll be early. They got to do costumes and make-up and all that stuff.”

  “Do you have his phone number? I could call him and let him know I stopped in on the way home.”

  “No. Didn’t he give it to you?”

  “No. We didn’t see the point. I was just an overnight rescue. I thought it would be nice to return the favor. Buy him dinner or a few drinks. Just as a way to say thank you.”

  “Let me get this right. You were going to get him dinner and drinks plus yourself and then get on the road and drive back up to where was it – Vermont?”