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"Are you sure its ok?," Lucas asked, as Felix led him through the large double doors of the infamous Quartermaine crypt.
"We'll be fine, babe. Nobody's going to be around. We'll be all alone."
"You've become quite the little minx," whispered Lucas.
"You don't have to whisper, babe. I promise this place is soundproof. And let's just say you bring out the animal in me. Now come here."
Felix grabbed Lucas by the waist and pulled him toward him until their Quartermaines were pressed against each other. They kissed, Quartermaine-ly.
"Felix," gasped Lucas. "Can Little Felix come out and play?"
Lucas dropped to his Quartermaine in front of Felix and began to Quartermaine his Quartermaine down. He went slowly as he exposed Felix's form fitting black briefs, now bulging as his raging Quartermaine struggled to escape. He pulled the pants down past Felix's creamy caramel thighs, very slowly as he breathed heavily on the caged beast before him. He let the pants fall to Felix's ankles, and then stood up to take off his own Quartermaine first, and then his Quartermaine. As his chiseled and perfectly Quartermaine became exposed, Felix took off his t-shirt and then kicked off those pesky pants. He then helped Lucas finish taking off his jeans, only to discover that he was not wearing any underwear at all.
"Well look at you," he said directly to Lucas' throbbing Quartermaine, weaving and bobbing in the cold, crisp air of the crypt.
"Yeah," offered Lucas. "Underwear can be so annoying."
"He looks lonely. Maybe he'd like a friend?" Felix then pulled down his briefs, exposing his own Quartermaine.
"Felix... oh, Felix," moaned Lucas, "I need that Quartermaine in my Quartermaine right this very Quartermaine-ing second."
"Well babe, your Quartermaine isn't the only place I'm going to Quartermaine my Quartermaine tonight."
"Is that right, Mr. Man?" asked Lucas.
"Quartermaine yeah," Felix said as he grabbed Lucas and pulled him in, their sweaty, naked Quartermaines pressed up against each other. "Before we leave here, I promise I will Quartermaine the Quartermaine out of your tight little Quartermaine. And just as you think you're about to Quartermaine, I'm going to Quartermaine so you can Quartermaine all over my Quartermaine."
"Oh Quartermaine, Felix, what else?"
"Then I am going to Quartermaine you on the cold floor of this crypt, and Quartermaine my Quartermaine until I Quartermaine. Would you like that?"
"You know I would, Felix. You Quartermaine-ing know I Quartermaine would."
"Well, you hot little, Quartermaine-r, stop talking and wrap that beautiful Quartermaine around my Quartermaine and let's get this Quartermaine-ing Quartermaine-fest started."
(For more on their Quartermaine-ing, please go to Amazon and buy the full book. Molly's got a Quartermaine damn college fund, you cheap Quartermaine-ing Quartermaines.)