About Games People Play: Bottoms Up
Written by Lorne Rodman
60 pages / 21000 words
ISBN: 978-1-60370-397-0, 1-60370-397-7
Available file types - html, lit, pdf, prc
Trace is happy with his grades, and with the way his college career is going. When he meets Colt, an older man and a gardener at the college, Trace thinks life has gotten even better. Colt is hot, experienced, and more than willing to teach Trace everything he knows.
The problem is that Colt wants Trace to do some pretty unusual things. Things that Trace knows a lot of people would never understand. As Trace struggles to understand his feelings, he runs from Colt, which only leads to more problems. From dangerous, so-called friends to perfect strangers, Trace seems to be a trouble magnet, and he has to turn to Colt to find the answers he needs. Can Colt convince Trace that life might just be better on the bottom?
Review
Kiernan Kelly, author of In Bear Country, writes:
Trace is a college student of average ability, the sort who gets worked up when he gets an A- on a test. He thinks he knows who he is and what he wants out of life, and when he meets David Colt, older, sexy as all get-out, he thinks he wants a one night stand.
Colt has other plans, and sees something in Trace that wants more than Trace is willing to admit – and Colt is just the man to give it to him.
Rodman does a bang-up (pardon the pun) job putting these two hot guys together, following their exploration into spicy bed games that begin with spankings and go from there. Trace is timid at first, unwilling to admit what Colt gives him is exactly what he wants, what he needs, and Colt is ever-patient, refusing to give up until Trace accepts him and his lifestyle.
For a taste of erotic spanking and great, steamy sex, Bottoms Up is a must-read…don't miss out on it!
Sample
An A minus.
Trace’d gotten a fucking A minus on his paper examining the socio-economic influence's on Thomas Hardy's heroes, specifically Michael Henchard from The Mayor of Casterbridge.
He had to sit, he was so stunned. He had bullshitted his way from one end of that paper to the other. Seriously. And here he was with an A minus. He checked the front page again, making sure Professor Orilio had given him the right paper back. Yeah, there was his name: Trace Kent.
Okay, someone had to buy him a beer because this was too fucking cool. If only his ability to bullshit was always at an A minus level.
He put his head back and cheered, grinning at the way the freshmen gave his bench a very wide berth. Just wait baby-college-goers, he thought. One day you too will cheer for the rare A that graces your papers.
Laughing, he shoved his paper into his backpack and contemplated his choices.
If it was Friday he'd just go down to the Dance Hall because he'd be sure to run into someone he could tell, but it could be rather thin on student patrons on a Tuesday.
He'd go cruise along University Avenue. He was bound to run into someone he knew at one of the restaurants there.
Bounding up, he swung his backpack over his left shoulder and turned right, smacking hard into someone.
"Whoa, there." Hard hands caught his arms when he rebounded, steadying him. "You okay?"
"Yeah, sorry. Sorry. I wasn't looking." He glanced up into the man's face. Oh, now. This guy was good looking.
"No problem. It's a blind corner." Smile lines crinkled up around the man's eyes and mouth, and those hands didn't loosen at all. They just held him warmly. Tanned skin topped by dark hair showed off pretty green eyes, and that smiling mouth... well, it was very pretty.
"Yeah, it is." Which was a stupid thing to say, but he was trying to prolong this inadvertent meeting.
"Where were you going in such a hurry?"
Now was the fact that this guy was still holding him flirting? He was going to go with yes, because it was just that kind of day. "Nowhere, really. I was looking for someone to have a drink with."
"Oh, too bad I'm on the clock." The guy winked, drawing attention to how pretty those green eyes were. "I could use a drink."