Twenty tales of hot man-on-man action showcasing the very best in erotic writing and the raunchiest gay encounters around, from wild one-night stands to the lasting connections made by long-term lovers.
Dominant masters and their willing submissives, musclebound hunks and shy, geeky guys, curious virgins and experienced studs all rub shoulders in this mouth-wateringly erotic collection.
When boys get together in bed , the last thing they want to do is sleep…
Finished By Hand by William Anthony The Hung Games by Elizabeth Coldwell Chocolates at the Sun Garden Hotel by D.K. Jernigan The Age of Indolence by Lynn Lake Two in the Bed by Drew Payne Paddle Boy by Landon Dixon Bananas by Dominic Santi Evolution of Attraction by Katya Harris Happy New Year DJ Lawrence by Graham Benedict Lay-by by L.A. Fields April Showers by Michael Wells A Queer Kind of Caring by Eve Ray Valentine by Beverly Langland Bustin’ Our Balls by Landon Dixon Memories by Michael Bracken Spanking the Stripper by E.C. Cutler A Bear in the Woods by Marcus Swannick And the Crowd Goes Wild! by G.R. Richards The Gamekeeper’s Lodge by JY A Year of Waiting by Andy McGreggor
He had moved in closer, still fascinated by the slow movements of the Moroccan gentleman’s hand. Without looking up, he asked, ‘May I?’
‘Please, feel free.’
The gentleman had released his cock from his hand, watching intently as Mr Grisham carefully wrapped his supple fingers around the dark shaft. It had been hot and twitching to the touch. The velvet smooth softness of the outer sheath moved gloriously over the iron-hard centre, and in one slow movement he had drawn the dark foreskin back, completely exposing the glistening head. Mr Grisham had leant forward and, as he gently blew on the tip, his thumb came up to massage and rub at the base of the fully exposed head.
Above him, he had heard the gentleman groan softly, pushing his hips forward, toward Mr Grisham. Continuing to position his head closer, Mr Grisham had moved down so that his lips were barely an inch away from the smooth and inviting glans. Seconds later, he had started to tease the slit and the swollen head with the firm, wet tip of his outstretched tongue.
The gentleman had stifled another collection of sounds as he arched his back and pushed his shoulders against the wall of the changing room. With hurried hands he had loosened his tie, unbuttoned his white shirt, and pulled the loose ends around his back, holding them there with his hands. It had exposed a glorious mat of pubic hair, and above it, the flat, slightly muscular stomach and smooth black chest. As he looked back down again, below his fingers young Mr Grisham had seen the slightly parted legs, and between them the pendulous, dark scrotum – its contents clearly outlined as they hung down and bounced against the gentleman’s inner thighs.
Breathing heavily himself, the shop assistant had moved his hand down so that it was wrapped around the base of the wonderful shaft, then he proceeded to tongue-whip the head – teasing the sensitive underside, slapping his tongue across the top and sides before licking the shaft up and down in long, hard, wet strokes. Reaching down with his free hand he had carefully cupped the beautifully dark sack from below, taking the weight into the palm of his hand and rolling the contents gently with his fingers.
The Moroccan gentleman had brought one of his hands back around in front of him and pushed his fingers into Mr Grisham’s hair, urging his head further into the gentleman’s exposed groin. As he thrust his hips forward, he bit at his bottom lip, then whispered, ‘Perhaps if you were to suck on it …’
Without pausing, the young sales assistant had opened his mouth slightly and guided the swollen top to his lips. Slowly and deliberately he had popped the bulbous head in and out of his mouth until its rich blackness gleamed with saliva under the muted changing room lights.
In response, the gentleman again ran his fingers through Mr Grisham’s hair, his voice cracking as he strained to keep it to a whisper. ‘Yes. Ah, yes!’
Spurred on, young Mr Grisham had slowly worked more and more of the shaft into his eager mouth, his other hand now gently tugging on the Moroccan’s scrotum, feeling it contract and its contents draw upward as he worked on it. As he repeatedly brought his head down he found the air around him becoming heavy with the smell of musky maleness. The sensation had made him work his jaw and lips all the more, his tongue sliding up and down the shaft as he started to take more and more of the glorious meat into his mouth with each head-bob. Then Mr Grisham had removed it completely, stroked it rapidly half a dozen times with his hand, then pushed it up so that it pressed firmly against the Moroccan gentleman’s belly.
Bending further down, the sales assistant then started to lick and suck on the tightening sack – lapping at his heavy pouch and bouncing the contents around on the tip of his tongue, before sucking first one and then the other into his hot mouth. They had seemed so large that he felt he could only manage one in his mouth at a time! For a fleeting moment he had moved even further down, licking underneath, then digging his tongue in between the gentleman’s legs. The sensation set the Moroccan gasping and moaning all the more, and he had spread himself wider, which allowed Mr Grisham to run his fingertips over and up the exposed flesh. Glancing up, he saw the gentleman’s face and his expression of shocked ecstasy, his eyes half closed and his tongue flicking repeatedly over his lips.
