Renae Kaye Quotes & Sayings

I love you, James Bell. I love you with all of my heart. You are the missing piece from my life. — Renae Kaye

He was covered with a healthy pelt that had some men drooling and wanting him to be their leather daddy. He just shook his head at them. He didn't do that sort of shit. If you wanted someone to boss you around and tell you what to do, then go visit your parents." - Lon Taylor — Renae Kaye

Shit! Now I have another bloody erection on the station platform. This was getting to be a habit. Soon someone will just have to say the word "train" and it will be instant wood! "Hey, Liam! I'm going to the gym to train. You wanna come? Hey, is that an erection? — Renae Kaye

Lisa, please tell me you didn't say anything embarrassing?"
"Like what?" she said.
"Like the time I got stuck in the cubbyhouse window." I held my breath in hope.
"Told him."
"The tomato up my nose incident?"
"Told him."
"The fingers I superglued together?"
"Told him.
"Is there anything you didn't tell him?" I asked anxiously.
I could see Lisa almost congratulating herself on the other end of the phone. "Yes. I didn't tell him about the time you had an erection for two days straight and Dad had to take you to emergency about it. — Renae Kaye

And missing the first train of the morning also meant I didn't get to see Jay. But I wasn't going to think about that. Because I am not gay. I don't notice other guys; I don't drool over them; I don't look forward to seeing their handsome face each morning; I don't dream about them every night; and I definitely don't get a hard-on thinking about one particular face. Nope! Not gay here at all.
Much. — Renae Kaye

There was no football on TV, which meant that I was reduced to watching cricket, which is about as interesting as watching grass grow. Thankfully they had introduced Twenty20 cricket, which was a lot faster paced and more interesting. It was more like watching grass get watered. I — Renae Kaye

Casey rested his forehead on his hands and began to recite his list of get-rid-of-my-erection-now things. "Wrinkly old testicles with masses of gray hair. Applying hemorrhoid cream. Rotten eggs broken in the house. Tennis shoes that haven't been washed for years. Moldy cabbage. Three-day-old roadkill. Toilets that don't flush properly. Accidentally using sports rub for lubricant. — Renae Kaye

Casey shook his head emphatically, then tried to tell Lon about it without telling him about it. — Renae Kaye

Everyone had a story, and it was up to them to share it or not. — Renae Kaye

Now that he was semidressed, I recovered enough to say, "Not really. But I guess if you want me to hold a conversation with you, you should keep your clothes on."
He gestured for me to follow him through the house, and I thought I heard him mutter, "Conversation is so overrated. — Renae Kaye

I'm gonna be the best damn boyfriend you ever had."
"Casey? I think you already are. — Renae Kaye

He has a standard pickup line: "Are you a bottom? Yes? Hi, I'm Dave. — Renae Kaye

If the subject of Lon's cock had been a high school subject, then he'd have been a star pupil. His notebooks would've been filled with writing, and his homework completed every single night. — Renae Kaye

This had to stop or I was going to have an aneurism. In my dick. I'd be the first person on the planet to die from an aneurism in the penis. I'd be famous, but for all the wrong reasons. — Renae Kaye

I looked down at the distorted appendage that was attached to my right arm. "Oh. That's my masturbating hand. We need to fix this fast. And I forgot to give you your blow job in the middle of the bush. Remind me when we get home, okay, babe?"
Shawn told me later that several people were walking through the car park and heard my comment, but I was beyond noticing them. — Renae Kaye

Loving someone can suck badly. They can make bad choices that fuck you up badly inside. — Renae Kaye

Harley told me that you guys were having a bit of trouble, but he seemed to think it was all his fault. So maybe I could bring him over and give him a chance to apologize? I know he loves you, Shawn. If there's anything I can do to get you guys back together, then I'll do it."
"He doesn't need to apologize," I burst out. "I'm the doofus in our relationship. I need to get on my knees and say I'm sorry by sucking him off until his brain comes out his dick. Not that I keep a strict count or anything, but I owe him about twenty-three."
There was a little pause in the conversation as we looked at each other, and I realized I had overshared. With my lover's father. I winced.
"TMI?" I asked tentatively.
He swallowed visibly. "Just a bit."
"Sorry."
"No. Don't sweat it. I'll just focus on the fact that my boy has a healthy sexual relationship and leave the other images behind." I couldn't be sure, but I think he was trying not to laugh. I get that a lot. — Renae Kaye