Thursday, April 9, 2015

Secrets of Eros

Whether searching for a master, haunted by ghosts of lovers past, christening a friend’s new apartment, or grooming prize winning roses while being secretly seduced by a much younger man, these are men who love men, worshipers of the god Priapus, and privy to the secrets of Eros.

Dante had two loves in his life – his body and his bike, and both gave him pleasure. He had one of those male bodies that develops pretty much on its own and needs little maintenance. Most guys hated him in that respect, though what he did with his body pleased many of them.

At Chaps, a quasi-leather bar, he hoped to pick up a trick for some quick action. He was dressed to seduce in faded tight blue jeans, black boots, a leather jacket, and his trademark shades with the stems disappearing in curly black hair. That was Dante. With a bottle of beer in his hand, he would stand against the wall beside the cigarette machine, and during the course of the next fifteen minutes he would gradually unzip his jacket an inch or two at a time to reveal his perfect upper body. He had perfectly formed pectoral muscles that snaked across his upper chest dividing it into halves. Unmasked by chest hair, Dante’s muscles flowed smoothly up and down with every movement of his arms as he drank his beer. The same was true of his firm abdominals rippling beneath tight flesh. By the end of the first bottle of beer, Dante would have the jacket completely unzipped and hanging open.

Any newcomer would enjoy the view of his body, and their eyes could trace his torso from his neck to the top of his low cut blue jeans that grabbed his waist four inches below his navel. Many had silently wondered if he shaved or not, because not even the slightest strand of hair was visible as the flesh disappeared into his jeans.

With his shades on and his eyes hidden, Dante would scour the room looking for a hunk for the night. Without knowing for sure if Dante were checking them out or ignoring them, newcomers could only look in his direction and fantasize. Only when Dante had found the man for the night that appeared interesting would he wander over next to him to order his second beer from the bartender. With the open jacket as an open invitation to feel his flesh, he rarely paid for his second beer. Usually a brief conversation at the bar followed by a brief examination of mutual endowments in the men’s room, and the two would shortly disappear into the night.

While he had many friends in the bar who enjoyed watching his pick-up routine, Dante was unaware how much his performance was commented on, and even timed and wagered on. But he rarely failed to score.

Dante liked the look of the young man who wanted him tonight. Jake was in his mid-twenties, with spiked blond hair, blue eyes, the two-day-haven’t-shaved look, black dress pants, and a white dress shirt open at the neck with indications of a nice mat of chest hair barely showing. The bad boy side of him immediately had visions of the two of them together, doing anything and everything, but the nice guy side of him took control of the sex-craving side, at least until he could get him home.

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Wednesday, April 8, 2015

Hyde's Dungeon: Unchained

Hyde’s Dungeon: Unchained
The man in charge of ‘torturing’ a dictator’s prisoners has initiated the dictator’s son to the brand of pleasure he inflicts.  Alphonse feared Hyde once, but is now his loyal submissive.  On his visit home from college he insists his master gives him one of their rapturous sessions.  Unfortunately, Hyde is scheduled to treat a prisoner to his charms that night.

He welcomes Alphonse to watch, but he must know he treats the prisoners differently than someone he loves.  Alphonse will get the rare opportunity to see his master unchained.

The Dungeon is a bizarre bastion of kindness in an otherwise ruthless world.  Hyde uses tools that are somewhat unique—tools that could be used for legitimate torture if a master so desired.

There are no paddles or whips in Hyde’s dungeon.  Hyde specializes in something far more extreme.

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Alphonse broke the padlock on the dungeon’s steel door with a bolt cutter.  It clanged open.  He passed through the anteroom directly into Hyde’s small workroom and clicked on the lights.
The hum of the fluorescents sparked a tender memory and a faint twitch in his cock.  He stood staring at the restraining bed with a smile.  Little had changed from his last visit several months ago.
It took only minutes for him to hear the thumping of feet down the stairs outside the door.  He heard Hyde utter a curse word upon seeing his padlock broken. 

Alphonse laughed softly.

“I don’t know who the fuck you are—” Hyde said while throwing the door open.  His rage dissolved into joyful surprise in an instant.  “Alphonse!”

Alphonse ran into his muscular dominant’s arms.  Hyde hugged him off his feet.

“You little wretch!” Hyde said while laughing.  “I might have killed you.”  He set him back on the floor and held him back to look him over.  “What on Earth are you doing here?  Don’t tell me you’ve quit college.”

“No, I’m just here for the weekend.  I convinced father to send the jet for me.”
Hyde smirked.  “Well, quite spoiled, aren’t you?  El Presidente’s son snaps his fingers and gets a thousand mile sojourn.”

Alphonse placed his head on Hyde’s shoulder and groaned.  “Don’t make fun.  I just finished a grueling set of midterms.  I was stressed and depressed and…”  He looked up at the older man.  “I missed you.”

Hyde’s eyes grew fond.  He glided a hand through the smooth chestnut tresses of Alphonse’s hair and then drew their mouths together.

In an instant Alphonse had the heady rush of warmth he craved.  He’d feared he was acting too forward with General Hyde.  They had no official relationship to speak of.  He’d let himself worry about Hyde growing fascinated with someone else while he was gone.  The ardent, searching kiss told him he’d been a fool.  Whatever there was between him and Hyde—it was reciprocated by both of them.

Alphonse clung to him once their moist lips parted.  “Can we have a session?”

Hyde grimaced.  “You make me despise my duties.  I have a prisoner coming in tonight.  I still have to prepare for him.”

Alphonse pouted.

Hyde caressed his cheek.  “I would so rather lavish my attentions on you, my pet.”

“May I watch?”

“Both seats in the viewing room are taken tonight,” Hyde said, tipping his nose toward the two-way mirror that took up the majority of one wall.  “This ‘prisoner’ is a return customer.  He’s actually not a prisoner at all.  He was one of your father’s favorites and was offered a large sum to participate in a show tonight.  Since the man is quite willing—your mother has asked to come and watch as well.”

Alphonse cringed.  “Mother watches this stuff?”

“Only when she’s sure the prisoners are consenting.  She’s a bit smitten with me.”

A dent formed between his brows.  “Have you been intimate with her also?”

“Once or twice,” Hyde said softly, “when your father’s in the mood to share.”

Alphonse shook his head.  “My word.”  He thought back to official functions he was forced to attend as a youth.  He was put into an uncomfortable tuxedo and bored by the stuffy adults who were trying to curry favor with his father.  His mother was often standing with Hyde and few others from the inner circle.  Alphonse recalls her laugh cascading through the ballroom after Hyde leaned close to whisper to her.  He should have wondered why his father was never jealous of Hyde.  Even as a child he’d noticed how his mother’s eyes sparkled around him.

He broke from Hyde to glide his hand over the neatly made bed.  “I still want to watch.  I’ll ache to know you’re having a session down here…one I can’t even take part in vicariously.”
Hyde considered with a hand to his regal chin.  “Hmm.  There’s a way.  It would need quite a bit of set-up and I haven’t much time.”

Alphonse gave him a hopeful look.

“I had a closed circuit camera set up for your father once.  He wished to watch the prisoners from his bedroom.  In time he tired of this and came to prefer watching them through the window—where he could hear their cries and smell the fear in their sweat.  The equipment is in storage.  I’m sure I could have it set up in the corner.”

Alphonse’s eyes widened.  “Could I watch on the TV in my bedroom?”

Hyde nodded.

He became plaintive.  “Oh, please, Hyde?”

Hyde took a step toward him and shoved him back on the bed.  He grabbed Alphonse’s crotch.  The younger man lay back with his thighs obediently parted.

“You want to watch me in private?” he said while firmly groping.  “So you can yank your swollen cock?”

Alphonse wet his lips and nodded.  His cock began to thicken from the deft hand working it.

Hyde released him.  “No.  I forbid it.”

Alphonse gave a dismayed whine.

“You are to watch naked on your bed, with lubricant nearby, and you’re not to touch yourself.”
Alphonse’s brow rose.

“As soon as I’m done with the ‘prisoner’ I’m coming up to fuck you senseless.  That’s the price of admission to this show.”

Alphonse grinned.

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Monday, April 6, 2015

Hey, Joe by KC Kendricks

A vignette of contemporary gay romance

New York City detective Joe Hamilton lives a double life as an undercover operative. When a case takes an unexpected turn, Joe finds himself separated from his partner. He scribbles a cryptic message in a birthday card and drops it in the mailbox.

Riley O’Shea kissed his partner goodbye at the beginning of a normal day only to have Joe disappear without a word. Riley’s worried but after a greeting card arrives with a date and flight number inside, Riley claims the ticket and boards a plane to Chicago. It’s the only way to get the answers he needs – and lots of reunion sex.


Joe’s eyes glittered in the dim light of the interior of the limo. “Let me give you something that will help you understand.”
He slid his soft lips down over my stiff dick. The searing heat of his mouth ripped a moan from me. Jolt after wonderful jolt of arousal swept me up into a sparkling darkness as his lips and hand worked in unison. My balls tingled and tightened – and my fiend of a lover stopped. I howled my frustration.
“Don’t leave me hanging!”
“We’re at the hotel.”
“What? Where?” I didn’t have enough blood in my brain to process what he was saying.
“Riley, pull up your jeans so we can get out of the car.”
There was a discreet tap on the car window. I yanked my pants into place and ran my fingers through my hair. It probably didn’t do any good. Joe tapped on the window and the door opened. He grabbed my bag and climbed out. Once on his feet, Joe held his hand out to me.
“C’mon. Archie will be back tomorrow to get us.”
I shook the hand a grinning Archie offered me. “Did you get this thing out of the impound yard?”
He winked at me. Of course, he was gay and he knew exactly what we were doing in the back while he drove.
“Yep. Joe wanted a nice ride for you and I had the keys.”
It was permission I worried about, but why shake that tree? I glanced around the parking garage. We were obviously underground which brought the uncomfortable awareness of how cautious Joe needed to be. He slipped his arm around my waist and guided me toward the elevator.
“You’ve got that look on your face, Riley. And it’s not the one that suggests you’ll give me some head in the elevator.”
“Get a grip on yourself, Joe.”
He chuckled as we stepped into the lift. I was closest to the control pad and he told me to push eighteen.
Huh. One floor below the penthouse. I didn’t want to know how much this night would cost. It was worth any price.
The elevator doors closed and quick as lightning Joe pinned me in the corner beneath the camera. I was sure the fisheye lens could still record us but I didn’t care. Let the security personnel be amused or disgusted. Joe was kissing me and nothing else mattered. I levered forward and spun him around and I thrust my tongue deep into his mouth.
His silky tongue slid over mine. The arousal that had banked down to a low simmer in my groin flashed hot and spread… 

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Friday, April 3, 2015

The Legend of Kwamie and Kitru

Uninterested in the mating ritual of his people, Amu dreams of causing male screams of passion, and he confides in Owa, the young tribal storyteller, his desire of being in another man’s arms and kissing his lips. Discovering one night that Owa is a follower of the white fluid, Amu’s passion is ignited, but both men know they must hide it from their fellow tribesmen, lest they suffer the same fate as Kwamie and Kitru, fellow swallowers of the snake.

Before dawn broke from somewhere in the Land of the Coming Sun, Amu and Owa awoke. Owa knew he had to leave first to return to the village. They dare not return together, lest someone figure out what had transpired between them. Violating the taboo of two men together the way they had been would have meant exile to a deserted isle several hours away where they would most likely perish.
Amu returned to the village a short while later, immediately grabbed his fishing net and spear, and like most of the men, he was whistling and humming and extremely happy for the first time in his life, though obviously for a different reason than the other men. He listened to the men brag of their first night with a new partner, how they did it, and how they made their women scream in ecstasy, and how many times they did it.
On the third night of mating, Owa mentioned that he was especially hungry for some fruit and was going to the forest to find some. He looked at Amu as if extending an invitation to join him before taking the trail out of the village that led to the trees where they had enjoyed their first encounter. Amu was in turmoil. He so wanted to follow but knew they were violating a taboo. He watched as Owa departed. He bedded down in the long hut and tried vainly to sleep, but the thoughts and feelings of their first encounter kept his mind active.
He rose and silently took the path into the forest, tripping now and then in the near total darkness over roots and vines that clogged the path.
“I was hoping you would come,” Owa whispered as he heard the sounds of dried branches cracking under Amu’s feet and saw by starlight the figure finally draw near.
“I couldn’t sleep.”
Owa extended his hand to Amu. Amu grabbed it, interlaced their fingers, and let Owa draw him close. Lips found lips, and all the senses except sight came into play. The heat from bodies pressing close together, the taste of each other’s mouth, the smell of each other’s skin – all were heightened by the darkness.
“Teach me how to please you the way you pleased me,” Amu said.
“Are you sure?”
“Then do what I do.”
Owa began his seduction of Amu, and Amu reciprocated, eager to please his new lover.
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Friday, March 20, 2015

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Escape from Dolphin Street

Jason dreams of skateboarding away from his dead-end life in suburbia and being with Adam, the punk he has a crush on. Jason wishes he could overcome his weakness, stand up to his bullies, and be himself. He knows Adam could show him confidence, give him courage, and make him strong if he dared to cross the line.

When his only friends, Kelly and Tanya, decide to leave, Jason jumps at the chance to go. On the streets, they encounter a viciously twisted gang led by Liev, a pseudo skin, and consisting of his followers: strange Knappy with his blue lightning stun gun, butch Hex along with her fire brand Syd, and a hulking, mute giant simply called Hound. Fortunately, Adam comes to their aide, but can he be trusted, or is he one of the gang? Jason must choose between safety for his friends and his desire for Adam as they are hunted down.

Amidst the chaos, Jason is drawn to where Adam is from, the dark world of Dolphin Street, an abandoned area where street punks go. It’s a place of sharks and dolphins, predators and prey, where there are no rules. It’s a place he may never escape, or if he does, be forever changed.

Jason cleared his throat and said, “I’m here.”

Adam appeared out of the shadows naked and he wasn’t shy about it. “Take your clothes off and get over here.”

“Really, I can’t believe…” Jason gave up mid sentence, took off his shirt and kicked off his shoes.

Adam slunk back into shadow. Jason followed, sliding out of his jeans as he did. The tile floor was cool on his bare feet. A shaft of grey light hit the center of the bathroom. There was no shower curtain. A cold mist came from the nozzle.

Jason stared at Adam’s body and felt self-conscious of his own. “It’s cold.”

“I said get over here.”

Jason stepped across the room towards his fantasy come to life. Adam, the way he had dreamed about him in the dead of night in suburbia, was there in the flesh. His fear didn’t abate his excitement towards Adam’s hard and lean body. The kiss in the car, the wordless naked foreplay, all of it was overwhelming his senses. Jason reached out with a shaky hand and touched Adam’s chest. He slid his fingers down, grazing a nipple. Further down, he felt Adam’s abdomen and the trail of hair that led to his desire.

Before he could touch it, Adam grabbed his hand and pulled him around roughly. Jason felt the grip on his arm and the pressure and warmth of the front of Adam’s body against the back of his. Without a word he was guided by Adam’s legs to step into the tub and into the cold running water. Jason was engulfed in the spray. He dared not move in fear the moment may pass if he did. Adam kept the grip on him, one muscular arm wrapped tightly around while the other free hand washed him. Jason was too excited to feel embarrassed. The full pressure of flesh to flesh returned. Jason wanted to say something and was stopped by a hand to the back of the head pushing his face against the tile. Then it happened.

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Monday, March 16, 2015

Secrets Among Us

A collection of steamy erotic stories.
Cover Art by Nathie - Deviant

5 Studs:
Mitch thinks he has stumbled upon the perfect job when he goes to work for Melanie and Scott. While the couple is away, curiosity leads him to the den where he discovers a secret life of the husband. A private icon on the computer screen opens a variety of sexual liaisons with other men. It seems odd, though, that five diamond studs are involved as part of an erotic and dangerous game of chance. As the game unfolds before his eyes, Mitch is unaware he is being watched.


Fletcher Jones can chirp like a bird, grunt like a monkey, sing in nearly every key, and disguise his voice to sound like a woman, but he isn’t dangerous as so many believe. He’s a circus performer who lured a couple of hot studs into his trailer one night. When the men’s wives caught them in the act, they made sure Fletcher was sent to the infamous Manninger Institute. When he escapes, the quirky carnie eludes the authorities with his many ploys, until the institute’s founder stumbles upon clues of his whereabouts.

Erotic Scenes:

Clive has dreamed of working in film for as long as he can remember and after years of bit parts and minor roles, he has finally arrived to star in his first motion picture. Clive’s agent welcomes him, and Clive is impressed by his lavish lifestyle and can’t wait to be a part of it. When he begins to explore the monstrosity of a house of his agent, he wonders who the man’s connections really are and what exactly is expected of him as an actor in his movie debut. 

Minding PQ:

The gothic looking structure that sits high upon a hill has intrigued Luke for years. The rumors about the place are rampant and have become more unbelievable with every passing year. Luke drives past the gated entrance every day, but today the gate is open and he cannot resist. The door to the secretive domicile is unlocked and it appears no one is home. As he swishes dirt from his hands, the clapping sound summons a peculiar little man who takes him directly to Hapa. Hapa is the man who must be pleased by everyone who dares to enter his refuge uninvited, and Hapa’s requirements for pleasure are very specific and must never be questioned.

…many more stories included in this one-of-a-kind anthology.  Stories previously sold separately.

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Saturday, March 14, 2015

Hyde's Dungeon

Hyde's Dungeon

Alphonse gave a pensive moan.  He feared the onslaught of sensation he was about to endure.

Alphonse, the kindhearted son of a dictator, is being forced to learn his father’s ruthless ways, but the torture that goes on in Hyde’s dungeon is too much for him to bear.  Alphonse is horrified that someone as charming and seductive as Hyde can show such cruelty.  

Hyde refuses to allow Alphonse to think he’s a monster.  The men in his dungeon are feeling pleasure, not pain.  Alphonse is dubious…but Hyde is more than happy to demonstrate on him.

With a mixture of tenderness and trust, author Yamila Abraham proves that even the most innocent submissive can enjoy an extreme initiation at the hands of a loving master.  

The dungeon is a bizarre bastion of kindness in an otherwise ruthless world.  Hyde uses tools that are somewhat unique—tools that could be used for legitimate torture if a master so desired.  

There are no paddles or whips in Hyde’s dungeon.  Hyde specializes in something far more extreme.

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Before him were two doors: to the side was the entry to the viewing room, straight ahead was the entrance to the dungeon.  Alphonse gripped the door handle with an ecstatic rush.  The door cracked open.

He took a moment to stand in the darkness of the dungeon and absorb the scents.  It was musty, since they were in the basement, but also smelled of bleach and metal.  His cock began to stir in the loose fabric of his pants.

Alphonse flipped the switches that turned on the rows of humming florescent lights above him.  The room was small, perhaps the size of a doctor’s examination room.  The floor was concrete and most of the side wall was the mirror window that observers looked through.  Across from that wall was a massive set of waist-high clinical drawers with table space on top.  A sleek deep-basin sink was beside this, and in the corner there was a small metal table on wheels.  Straight before him was a bed, neatly made with a white sheet, with leather restraints for someone’s wrists and ankles.   

Alphonse knew there was rigging to suspend a person above the bed.  He looked up and saw it had been hoisted flush against the ceiling.  The back wall was padded, with buttons in a diamond pattern pinching in cushioned black velvet.  Hanging from this wall were far more elaborate restraints, immobilizing not just the wrists and ankles, but thighs, armpits, throat, hips, elbows, chest, and so on.
 Alphonse had seen this put to use on the second prisoner, so that he could not move even an inch while Hyde worked on him.  In the furthest corner was a something even taller than Alphonse.  It was hidden beneath a grey sheet.

He planned to spend hours in the dungeon, if not all night, so he took his time inspecting the wall with its bindings.  His fingers traced over the soft yielding fabric.  He imagined being helplessly bound while Hyde worked on him.  This gave him yet another ecstatic shiver.

The door to the dungeon clicked shut.

Alphonse became paralyzed with terror.  His heart thundered in his ears as he turned back slowly.

Hyde stood before the steel door wearing his black dungeon clothes.  Alphonse forced himself to swallow the heavy lump in his throat.

“The pad-lock is deceiving,” he said, with his dark eyes locked onto Alphonse.  “It’s easily broken, but if there were no lock at all an intruder might grow suspicious.  Of course I have a silent alarm rigged on the door.”

Alphonse forced his trembling lips to form words.  “Look…”

Hyde touched his finger to his lips.  Alphonse swallowed a second time.

“Don’t bother.  It’s obvious why you’re here.”  He stepped back to lock the door with a key and then slipped the key in his pocket.

Alphonse’s eyes bulged.

The muscular man strode toward him.  “No one breaks into my dungeon without enduring a session.”

Alphonse scampered back.  His thudding heart felt ready to burst through his chest.  “What?”

“Shh.”  Hyde pursued with heavy-lidded eyes.  “Don’t ruin this for me.”

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Wednesday, March 4, 2015

Hot August Comes by KC Kendricks

available at Amber Allure

Leo Corbin shook the dust of Westfall off his shoes to pursue opportunities among the bright city lights. When his mother suddenly dies, Leo returns home to settle her estate. His grief at her passing quickly turns to shock at what she left behind and rekindles old questions about the identity of his father.

Harrison Wade stuck by his father to help run the family farm. Life for a gay man in Westfall has limitations, but Harrison knows how to make the best of them. When Leo Corbin returns to town, Harrison’s quiet existence tilts. Leo is the guy who put an end to the high school bullying Harrison endured so many years ago. Harrison quickly discovers his old boyhood crush on Leo has matured into an adult attraction.

As the mercury rises, Harrison and Leo’s friendly buddy arrangement heats up. When hot August comes to Westfall, they discover home is more than where a man hangs his hat. It’s where he gives his heart.


Harrison slid off the bench to kneel in front of Leo. He ran his hands up the inside of Leo’s thighs to coax him to spread his knees. Harrison unzipped Leo’s pants and slipped his hand inside the fly to stroke Leo’s cock. Leo stretched and unbuttoned his trousers. He lifted his ass and pushed his pants and briefs down to his ankles. His heavy erection jutted straight at Harrison. He wished he could get a better look, but it was too dark. He fisted Leo’s shaft and slowly stroked.

About eight inches. Cut. Sufficient girth. Harrison judged Leo’s dick to be perfectly proportioned to his body, not that it mattered to him. A guy had what a guy had to work with and that was that. It probably made Leo happy about his endowment, though. Harriosn smiled up at him.

“Nice cock, Leo. Not too big, not too small.”

Leo grinned. “I’ve found it to be just right. It gets the job done.”

“I’ll just bet it does.” Harrison pulled Leo in for another kiss.

Leo’s tongue licked over his as his hand covered Harrison’s and urged his fingers to a different position. Harrison surged upward as Leo pushed him down and back but they both ended up on the ground with Leo on top. Leo flexed his hips against Harrison, which prompted him to end the kiss.

“Not in the dirt, Leo. I don’t think it’s right.”

“It’s fine, Harrison.” Leo claimed his mouth again. Harrison met him in the kiss, teasing and nibbling on Leo’s lips until Leo rolled off him. “You got a better idea?”

“Yeah, city boy. I do. Wait here.” Harrison got to his feet and shoved his hand down the front of his jeans to adjust his rigid dick to a more comfortable position. Leo snickered at him.

“Oh, let me fix that for you.”

“Three minutes and it’s all yours.” Harrison stepped over to his truck and flipped the seat forward. Damn, he hoped this thing still worked. He sensed Leo at his back.

“What the fuck is in the duffel, Harrison?”

“Air mattress.” Harrison tossed the mattress into the bed of the pickup, connected the fitting to the little pump, and plugged the pump into the cigarette lighter. “Press the button on the pump, Leo.”

A hum filled the air. Leo rubbed his ass cheek. “It’s working and I’m getting naked.”

Harrison thought that was a splendid idea. He walked around the pickup and opened the tailgate so he could give the air mattress a good yank to position it. Leo was busy draping his clothes over the side of the truck bed so Harrison hurried to catch up. The pump cut off and he closed the valve and disconnected the pump. Leo was already flat on his back on the mattress staring at the stars. In the dim light his dick looked dark against his paler abdomen.

Naked, Harrison hopped onto the tailgate and crawled up beside Leo. He rocked back on his knees and fondled his balls to ease the tightness.

“Now, where were we?”

Leo lifted his hand with his fingers curled, and made a rapid stroking motion. “Hand job, I think. Simple stuff.”

Harrison had hoped for a blowjob but trading hands was likely the better idea. And he could still get a quick taste of the man. He curled over Leo and licked his cock from tip to base. Leo moaned and said a breathy “yes,” but Harrison stretched out beside him.

He almost didn’t want to kiss Leo again and get zapped by the weird electricity that arced between them when their lips touched. What the hell was that, anyway? Pheromones? Harrison shivered.

He’d read about those and they could trick a man. He wasn’t about to fall prey to them. They were both going to get their rocks off and move on. Leo would be gone in a few days. End of story. Harrison rolled to face Leo and kissed the top of the man’s shoulder. Leo shifted onto his side and wrapped his fingers around Harrison’s hard-on.

Harrison slipped his thigh between Leo’s as Leo rested his knee on Harrison’s hip. He pressed his palm to Leo’s belly and caressed his way down to Leo’s firm sac. In response, Leo leaned in and kissed him.

Harrison forgot to breathe for a moment. They inched closer, chest-to-chest, leaving just enough room to maintain a good rhythm on each other. What they did to each other was simple and familiar but more exciting being done by another hand.

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KC Kendricks

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