Today, our last day of celebrating our Unicornia Month, we're proud to welcome the talented and cheeky J.A. Rock to give the last birthday spank for us to grow on all year long. She made it a good one too!
“Let’s see if this helps you remember your fucking lines.” Marin thrust his dick upward into Sol’s mouth. “Why the fuck did I give you the lead if you can’t even say the damn words? You got better things to do with this mouth?”
I swayed in my restraints just above Sol. “This is a very unorthodox rehearsal, sir,” I called to Marin.
“Shut up, understudy,” Marin snapped back.
Sol was suspended naked from the theater’s fly system at a downward angle, arms spread, spine bowed, ankles tied higher than his wrists. I hung facing the opposite direction, my arms angled upward, my face just above Sol’s feet. My dick was hard.
People had warned Sol and me about Marin before we’d auditioned for this production. He’s crazy. Never takes off his hot cop hat. Or his weird sock-boots. Great director though. One of the greatest.
I would add, Definitely one of the hottest. Even standing on the stage in nothing but his cop hat and sock-boots, he was gorgeous.
Sol moaned as he tried to take more of Marin’s cock. I watched as best I could from my position. If we survived this bizarre afterhours run-through, Sol and I would be reliving it during future buddy-jerks, for sure.
Marin pulled out, and Sol sputtered. “Sorry, sir.” He didn’t sound sorry at all. “We’ll learn the lines. We will! I just…”
“You just what?” Marin’s voice was cold. The badge on his hot cop hat glinted.
Don’t say it, Sol. Don’t.
Sol sighed. “I just don’t know if Naked Peter Pan was a great idea for a show.”
Marin didn’t speak for a long time. “What fucking universe do you live in,” he said slowly, “that you don’t think Naked Peter Pan is a great idea?”
“It’s ruining our childhood,” I muttered.
“I’m about to ruin your childhood all night long, boy.” Marin hummed a few bars of “You Can Fly,” and sang, “Think of all the joy you’ll find, when my dick’s in your behind.” He slapped Sol’s ass. “Now take scene four again from the top.”
With a deep breath, Sol and I began to recite the lines in unison. The sooner we finished, the sooner Marin could ruin us.
BOOM! Now that's how you close a month long Unicorn
orgy Celebration! High hooves and a boxed wine toast to her for helping us celebrate our anniversary in style. J.A. Rock'd it! Heh! Make sure to let her know your thoughts in the comments below.
J.A. Rock is the author of queer romance and suspense novels, including BY HIS RULES, TAKE THE LONG WAY HOME, and, with Lisa Henry, THE GOOD BOY and WHEN ALL THE WORLD SLEEPS. She holds an MFA in creative writing from the University of Alabama and a BA in theater from Case Western Reserve University. J.A. also writes queer fiction and essays under the name Jill Smith. Raised in Ohio and West Virginia, she now lives in Chicago with her dog, Professor Anne Studebaker.
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Many thanks to all the authors who have joined us in celebrating our second anniversary giving so generously of both their time and their books. Because of you our anniversary has been a rousing success!