Trailer Park Abe 2: Abe Down Under by Dominique Gerard
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Series: All American Studs, #4
Source: Review by Request
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My rating: 4 of 5 stars
Atwood has finally escaped the hell-hole trailer park and embarked on a huge adventure, following Reece back to Broken Hill, Australia. Their relationship blooms while working together on Reece’s remote sheep farm. But other forces conspire to plunge Reece into financial ruin, and he’s faced with having to come up with a massive downpayment to keep his farm running. Reece proposes an idea that might be able to save the farm, but it means resurrecting Atwood’s alter ego on AllAmericanStuds.com … Trailer Park Abe.
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The All American Studs series hits Australia!
Every day is another day in paradise. Perfect, blistering hot weather, physical activity in the great outdoors, working alongside the hottest man I have ever set eyes upon. And sometime each day… blazing hot sex. Only to do it all over again the next day.
This series is utterly charming, cute, sexy, and sweet.
The first book in the series was an introduction to the fictional gay porn site All American Studs through the eyes of a down-on-his-luck young man named Atwood.
Atwood isn’t gay – at least he’s pretty sure he’s not gay – but his shitty family life has made him desperate for cash. He doesn’t have much in the way of prospects or education, but he is gifted in a way that makes him prefect for porn.
He soon finds acceptance and companionship in the form of Reece… Who winds up being his co-star during his first porn shoot. By the end of Atwood’s story, he was planning to run away to Australia with his scene partner.
I was delighted to learn that Dominique Gerard came back to this fun character for round two. The only thing that tops a sweet ‘Happily Ever After’ between two beloved characters, it’s a ‘Where are they Now’ and that’s precisely what we got with this story. The first time we met Atwood and Reece it was all hot and heavy, the sequel continues that incredibly hot dynamic and layers on the romance.
The boys are finding happiness in the middle of nowhere Australia, but outside forces are conspiring against them. Greedy family members and bigoted Aussies are threatening their Happily Ever After. Atwood and Reece need to make money fast if they’re going to save Reece’s farm.
The solution: Shoot another scene for All American Studs.
The problem: Atwood never intended to film again, and his feelings for Reece are far deeper than they were on that first shoot.
The boys grew closer in this episode of the series, but Dominique Gerard left off with a cliffhanger, so we’ll have to wait and see what happens next for All American Studs’ first couple.
Excerpt
I’ve been staring mindlessly at the arrivals and departures board for the past half hour, slapping my passport anxiously against my thigh. It was a stroke of luck that I had my entire life packed up in a single suitcase when I came to the All American Studs studio, including the passport I ordered back when I thought Jessica and I were going to sail around the world for our honeymoon. How blind I was back then. I know it’s my own fault that my life has turned out like this. I’m too trusting of people, always have been, and most likely always will. I should be more careful, but I’m not sure I can change myself so easily.
It’s the third time this afternoon that they’ve delayed our flight to Australia. I’m still excited about this adventure, but the nerves are starting to kick in. Impulsive decisions are always easier when you don’t have a chance to stop and think about what you’re doing. A few years ago I was seriously considering getting Jessica’s name tattooed over my heart, as a symbol of my undying love and devotion to her. While I sat in the tattoo parlor waiting for the artist to finish with another guy’s sleeve artwork, I came to the realization that a tattoo wasn’t going to do sweet nothing to fix what was wrong with our relationship. I went home and hid the two hundred dollars it was going to cost under our mattress instead. A week later the money was gone. That’s when I first discovered that Jessica was stealing from our savings to pay for her bad habits.
Reece taps me on the shoulder. He’d been sleeping like a baby the past hour and I hadn’t noticed him wake up. He gives me a smile, and I feel my frustrations melt away. This guy does something magical to me. I can’t explain it.
“You’ve never travelled overseas before, have you?” asks Reece.
I shake my head. I keep forgetting how sexy his accent his. Every time he opens his mouth and that hot Aussie twang comes out, I want to climb over and kiss him till his lips are bruised.
“That’s the problem with flying budget airlines,” says Reece, stretching and yawning. Fuck me, he’s got incredible definition in his arms. “They’re never on time.”
“It’s a direct flight though, right?” I ask.
“Sure …”
I let out a sigh of relief.
“But after we land in Sydney, it’s about a thirteen hour drive to Broken Hill.”
I try to appear enthusiastic, but right now I’d kill to be able to kick my feet up and relax with a cold beer and good game of football.
“You’ll have good company, and I promise we’ll make plenty of rest stops,” he says, winking at me.
The wink is all it takes for me to go from quarter mast to full sail. I sit forward in my seat to hide the bulge in my pants. Reece watches me with a stupid grin on his face.
“So who looks after the farm when you’re gone?” I ask.
“I try not to rely on my uncle, Trevor. Our neighbor is an old family friend. If I’m gone more than a couple of days he’ll make sure the sheep get fed. Everything else can wait till I get back. But It’ll be good to have another set of able hands,” he says, patting me on the shoulder. “There’s a few jobs on the farm that I can’t get done on my own.”
An announcement comes over the PA system: our flight is delayed for another hour.
“Fuck me,” I growl and slump back in my seat, forgetting about the bulge in my pants.
Reece clears his throat and mumbles, “Atwood, are you trying to bring a weapon on board with us today?”
It takes moment for me to make sense of what he’s saying. I sit bolt upright with my hands in my lap, covering my enormous erection.
“Don’t make jokes like that in an airport! You wanna get us arrested?” I say through gritted teeth.
I try to be discreet, but fifteen minutes go by and my little guy is showing no signs of going down.
“I think I’m gonna have to do something about this … uh … situation,” I say to Reece, glancing down at my crotch.
He chuckles at me. “You need a hand?”
“I’m sure I got this covered,” I reply.
“I didn’t literally mean a hand, if it makes any difference?”
I stare at Reece. I think he’s implying that he wants to join me, but I’ve never done anything like that in such a public place. What if we get caught? I glance around and see people coming and going, or sitting in chairs waiting for their flights, everyone focused on what is going on in their own little world. No one is going to notice a thing.
I give Reece the nod, and together we make our way across the departure lounge to the public restroom. Every step, my cock engorges a little bit more, straining against my zipper.
We enter the restroom and Reece pulls me inside the accessible toilet, which is sealed off from the rest of the stalls. He pins me against the wall and kisses me with tongue. It’s a strange feeling giving control over to another man.
“I had a dream about this … about us doing it in here,” says Reece, his fingers deftly opening the top button on my jeans, and sliding them down to my ankles.
“Oh yeah? And how did your dream end?”
Reece smiles like a naughty teenage boy who just discovered his dad’s stash of porn mags. He drops to his knees and curls his fist around my throbbing cock. His cool touch makes me shiver. He puts his warm lips to my cock and licks the underside of the head. He wraps the thumb and index finger of his free hand around the top of my ball sack and pulls my balls down gently. The pressure on my sack feels incredible. Every lick of the head makes my whole dick twitch, and it bounces up and down on his tongue.
I take two fists full of Reece’s curly blonde hair, and guide his lips down the length of my cock. He chokes halfway and tries to pull back for air, but I force another inch down his throat before letting him gasp for air.
“Is this payback?” he asks, laughing.
“You mean for taking my anal virginity like a dirty whore? You betcha!”
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All American Studs is the debut gay erotica series from the dirty mind of Dominique Gerard. Dominique was raised in a strict, religious family that disapproved of any form of sex outside marriage. That didn’t stop her from exploring her carnal desires through private fantasies until she was old enough to liberate herself from the conservative life. As a teenager she developed an insatiable appetite for dreaming about hot men. By her mid-twenties, she learned that the one thing that turns her on more than one man — is two.
Dominique lives in Auckland, New Zealand with her partner in crime and their adorable Chihuahua named Fifi. She has a background in psychology and spends most of her day putting people into boxes.
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