Eight Inches. Sean Wolfe Fay
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Eight Inches
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Eight Inches
SEAN WOLFE
The first true love of my life, and the guy who made me believe in the existence of soul mates, was Gustavo Paredes. He taught me the difference between love and sex, and taught me how to really love another person and allow myself to be loved. He taught me the value of growing up and of commitment and of being true to myself. He was my partner and my life for thirteen years, and everything good and loving in me is because of him. Gustavo Paredes-Wolfe passed away in 2003.
This book is dedicated to you, Gustavito ~ Te extraño y te quiero
mucho. Siempre vas estar en mi corazon.
Thanks and Acknowledgments
Thank you to Austin Foxxe, former editor in chief of Men and Freshmen magazines, for believing in me and publishing my first erotic stories, and encouraging me to reach for the highest stars.
Thank you to my Angel on earth, Jane Nichols, for believing in me and supporting my dream, even if she can’t bring herself to read any of my erotica books.
And special thanks to my editor, John Scognamiglio. You never give up on me, and are always willing to go the extra mile for me. Thank you for giving me the creative liberties that you have. You totally ROCK!!
Contents
Introduction
INCH ONE: Street Smart
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INCH TWO: Head of the Class
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INCH THREE: Politico
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INCH FOUR: Frat Frenzy
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INCH FIVE: Tick Tock
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INCH SIX: DudeSearch
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INCH SEVEN: Big as Hell
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INCH EIGHT: No Looking Back
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Introduction
I remember when I was a kid my whole world revolved around my little neighborhood in the small town I grew up in. It was easy, because in Booker, Texas, there was only one school, one small hometown bank, one gas station, and one tiny grocery store. Everyone knew everyone else, and privacy was a myth that we read about in terms of “rights to” and “invasions of.” Those terms seemed both ridiculous and strangely elusive to our little town of 500 residents.
“Globalization” for us meant gaining a deep understanding of the intricacies of life for rice patty farmers in China by watching National Geographic specials on TV or by buying imported jalapeños from Mexico with which to top our nachos.
It was hard, if not impossible, for us to understand how our lives could possibly affect that of those rice patty workers on the other side of the world, or even those Mexican neighbors immediately to our south. We were farmers working to fill our own silos; we built our own little churches—nine of them in that small town, to be exact, and we attended those churches every Sunday; and we played the same nine or ten other tiny towns in football every single year. Our little town took care of our own, and the same “village” mentality surely did the same for all the other millions of villages around the world. Our lives meant nothing to anyone outside of our village, nor did anyone else’s life affect our own.
Well, I’m not a little kid anymore, and we’re not living in that cellular, self-possessed world anymore. In a day and age where we can, and do, travel all across the world simply to go shopping or experience a meal…or, even more intimately, adopt children to become a part of our own family, many of us are beginning to realize that we are all part of one family, and that our “village” is much larger and more influential than we once thought.
I do a lot of diversity and inclusiveness trainings and workshops. In one of those workshops I use an activity called the “Circle of Influence.” In this exercise, we draw a big circle and write our names in it, and then we draw eight to ten smaller circles around the outside of the bigger circle. Inside the smaller circles we write the names of people or situations in our lives that have affected or influenced us—either positively or negatively—and we reflect on those people or circumstances, and talk about the ways in which they have helped shape who we are now.
It’s a powerful exercise, because most of the people in my classes have never given much thought to their circles of influence, and it brings home to them how, although we are all strong and unique individuals, there are a lot of people and circumstances that have helped get us to where we are. At the end of the exercise I ask my participants if their circle of influence is fairly vanilla—if it looks a whole lot like they do—or if it’s pretty eclectic. I encourage them to “color up” their circles of influence, to step outside their comfort zone and experience things and people and places and tastes and colors that are new to them. We cannot grow as people by surrounding ourselves with people just like us, or by experiencing the same things over and over again.
My last two books, Aroused and Taboo, were centered around a central theme. Each story was independent but was connected to the theme. For Eight Inches I wanted to do something different. I wanted to demonstrate how each of us is connected to one another in ways that we might never know. But the energy of the universe runs through all of us, and we are all touched by the same energy, and therefore are part of one another.
I had no idea when I began writing this book that we’d be in the beginning of possibly the most exciting time of our history—where we have a leader who commands respect from the rest of the world, and who values and embraces diversity and inclusiveness, and who believes in the power of humanity…all of it, and not just those of us who believe the same things that he does. Yes, I really did start writing this book that long ago, before anyone really thought this enlightened time in our history was possible!
But