Today I'm going to give you a tease from an upcoming short story in Wayward Ink's Stranded anthology, which will release in October. My story is called Crossroads, and it's about two young men who are each at a crossroad in their lives. This is where they meet, at a rest stop in Missouri. Enjoy! And don't forget to visit the other authors in the hop!
The vending machines sat behind a partition at the back of the building, with the restrooms located on either side of the single open room—men to the left, women to the right. He was still debating on whether water would really be satisfactory, especially as he knew he’d have no choice of flavors. Plain it would be, and plain he’d have to live with, whereas if he got lemon-lime soda, at least it’d have flavor...
As he rounded the corner, he stopped dead in his tracks, his thought not only unfinished, but completely slammed from his head by the sight before him. A figure stood in front of one of the vending machines, slender legs encased in tight blue jeans that led to the most gorgeous ass Tal thought he’d ever seen in his life, a notion that was seconded by his dick, which twitched its agreement.
The girl had fine blonde hair, so pale it seemed almost white, but maybe that was just due to the harshness of the lights. Tal’s heart was beating a staccato tattoo inside his chest at the way she shifted her weight from one leg to the next. His imagination began to run rampant, as he pictured himself placing his hands on those dainty hips, drawing her to him as he nibbled on her neck. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been this turned on. A little voice inside his head rejoiced. Genie was wrong—he wasn’t what she’d said he was, and this was proof positive of that. It was all her fault if he found more pleasure in a book than in her bed. See? The proof of his sexuality was here, staring him in the face. Well, her ass, his face.
And then she turned, and in the next moment all his illusions shattered around him.
She... was... a he.