Clay Ferrill, $0.99, ISBN 978-1005700645
Contemporary Erotica, 2021
Danny Maher is a very busy lad of twenty. Thou Shalt Not doesn’t seem to be his personal philosophy at all, as this story sees him merrily working his way into the good graces of a hot mechanic, a fellow that works in an apple orchard, and finally, the new hot priest in the neighborhood. That’s right, folks, this is a short story of unrepentant, unapologetic erotica starring a randy, thirsty fellow with the best ass in town.
I can only judge a simple story of this nature by how hot the raunch is, and it’s definitely oh my oh material. The scenes work in a most effective toe-curling bite-my-finger way because the phraseology is just so naughty and hence, fun. Danny is definitely into all those things as much as those hot men are into him alright, and the things he does with his mouth to that bloke in the hay bales… oh, I really like them apples alright.
My disappointment with this one is how the final climactic shoot…er, showdown with the priest is more of an anticlimactic wind down than anything else. Come on, we are talking about a man of the cloth. Sure, we’ve all heard what they say about those men and altar boys, but come on, in fiction at least, surely it will be fun to have that scene to be more of a taboo-breaking thing instead of a horny priest getting gobbled up with gusto. Let’s have that man conflicted, put up more of a fight, or something. Sex is a church shouldn’t be similar to sex on a hay bale or in a car, surely. Jesus is watching, so put on a good show at least! At it is, this scene is easily the most blah of those in this story. The ones involving the mechanic and the apple orchard fellow are so much hotter.
There are also some boo-boos in the prose, often with the wrong words used here and there (“bail” instead of “bale”, for example), but because the heat factor is high for the most part, it’s easy to just wave off these things and focus on the things Danny is doing with his mouth and other parts of his body. If anything, I am far more disappointed at how little of a religious experience the scene with the priest is. This entire story, from the title to the cover and all, is leading up that grand finale, and it ends up being more akin to swiping right only to discover that he’s actually 5′ 3″ and still lives with his parents.
