Dixon, L: Hot Tales of Gay Lust Three

An Xcite Books collection of twenty gay erotic stories with mixed and varied m/m themes. Butt In: He was an assman from way back, always gravitating to men's moons - following them with his eyes in pants and shorts and swimsuits, fondling them with his hands, clothed and bare, fucking them with his cock. And so, when he saw the man laid out on the beach like a Nubian offering to the glute gods, he went weak in the knees and hard in the cock. And he just had to butt in. Engines of the Night: They were after Mariano. Far off, the high-pitched whine of an engine throttling to top speed, then the shotgun-like blasts of a bigger engine, exploding from cruising to racing speed, echoing through the dark, empty, concrete streets. Revving closer, burning nearer, seeking, doing battle over hot, young men like Mariano who dared go out at night. Massaging the Truth: It was a sleazy, back alley Washington massage parlour with a reputation for "full-service" rubdowns. You had to know the password just to get in. Thompson knew it, wanted the works. And then he knew he wanted so much more. Agony Uncle: A lot of young men had gone through it - being "interviewed" by "Uncle Simon", the man who ran the main industry in town, virtually controlled the entire county. It was a rough, rigorous process that resulted in only the right men for the job. The reward? Employment at Uncle Simon's business, servitude at Uncle Simon's home. Men of the Open Road: The road he walked, he didn't walk alone. With his thumb out, dressed in a tight white T-shirt and pair of blue jeans that showed off his smooth, young, sun-bronzed body, he kept getting picked up by older men. And taken for rides. It was the most satisfying form of travel he knew. Slave-master: He kept three slaves, treating them like the dogs they were, using collars and chains and commands, and his cock, for obedience. He made them perform for him - on each other - before unleashing his own lust on all three. Slaves never had it so good. Gym Dandy: The new guy, Dexter, strode into the gym like he owned the place, taking narcissism to a whole new level. He was tanned and ripped, had a torso bulging with chest plates, huge, vein-striated arms that peaked up into the clouds, cleft chin and square jaw and bright blue eyes. In other words, I liked everything about the dude, except his 'tude; that did need a whole hell of a lot more work. And I was just the horny man to do some honing, for the good of gym harmony. Saunsational: Cody was sitting all by himself in the sauna. The heat was turned up high, the steam thick and wet. He was wearing just a white towel, his hand burrowed down in the towel, softly, languidly stroking his hard, pulsating cock. Until another man entered the cedar-panelled room. And the temperature soared, the sauna gone sexual cauldron. Rough Play: Braden was on the college football team. As a result, the big lug was kind of shy about his gayness. So, he used horseplay as foreplay - his way of getting a certain sexy little nerd to do exactly as he wanted. He performed best under pressure, after all. Who says all jocks are dumb, let alone straight? Black Marketeer: Ben Jardin was the biggest black marketeer in southern Arizona. With a warehouse full of illicit goods to back him up, he could help people out - for the right price. It was usually a good deal for all the men he serviced. Until a couple of real racketeers tried to muscle him out of some of his merchandise. That's when Ben Jardin had to work it really dirty.

An Xcite Books collection of twenty gay erotic stories with mixed and varied m/m themes. Butt In: He was an assman from way back, always gravitating to men's moons - following them with his eyes in pants and shorts and swimsuits, fondling them with his hands, clothed and bare, fucking them with his cock. And so, when he saw the man laid out on the beach like a Nubian offering to the glute gods, he went weak in the knees and hard in the cock. And he just had to butt in. Engines of the Night: They were after Mariano. Far off, the high-pitched whine of an engine throttling to top speed, then the shotgun-like blasts of a bigger engine, exploding from cruising to racing speed, echoing through the dark, empty, concrete streets. Revving closer, burning nearer, seeking, doing battle over hot, young men like Mariano who dared go out at night. Massaging the Truth: It was a sleazy, back alley Washington massage parlour with a reputation for"e;full-service"e; rubdowns. You had to know the password just to get in. Thompson knew it, wanted the works. And then he knew he wanted so much more. Agony Uncle: A lot of young men had gone through it - being"e;interviewed"e; by"e;Uncle Simon"e;, the man who ran the main industry in town, virtually controlled the entire county. It was a rough, rigorous process that resulted in only the right men for the job. The reward? Employment at Uncle Simon's business, servitude at Uncle Simon's home. Men of the Open Road: The road he walked, he didn't walk alone. With his thumb out, dressed in a tight white T-shirt and pair of blue jeans that showed off his smooth, young, sun-bronzed body, he kept getting picked up by older men. And taken for rides. It was the most satisfying form of travel he knew. Slave-master: He kept three slaves, treating them like the dogs they were, using collars and chains and commands, and his cock, for obedience. He made them perform for him - on each other - before unleashing his own lust on all three. Slaves never had it so good.