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Deal Closer By habu


Chapter 1 Feeling the Love

Elton John was crooning on the CD player as I stood by the French-door windows and looked out into Savannah’sChatham Square. He was singing, “It’s enough to make kings and vagabonds believe the very best,” and I knew that I’d never feel the same about this recording, one of the songs that Brice liked to make love to, in quite the same way ever again.Kings and vagabonds. It had always been that hard choice for me.Ambition to position and power or the risky, almost vilified life of living openly with another man—a dominant man. If it was to be “king,” I must do what Brice had suggested to me after fucking me in his four-poster bed just now—the bed that he and Sharon slept in. But I had let him lead me upstairs and had laid back on that bed and opened my legs to him so willingly because I had permitted myself to believe that, having led me to this bed, Brice and I had both boldly chosen “vagabond.” When I had left my MBA studies and informed my faculty adviser that I was going with Welch and Standish, he had raised his eyebrows and told me that this was quite a surprise. “So they really were interested, were they? They are real piranhas there, you know?” he’d said. “They would do anything to close the deal. You don’t seem like . . . I mean I don’t think you’re ready to . . .” “To what, Jason?”I asked, sticking my chin out. “Not ready to swim with the sharks? Too sensitive, am I?To naïve? Too easily taken in?” My statements, flung like darts, just stuck there, quivering. Jason Jenkins himself had taken advantage of the vulnerability in me. He had cultivated me and made me his assistant, and seduced me in so many ways that it was almost anticlimactic that late spring afternoon when he embraced me in his office, and kissed me, and cajoled me, and, eventually, fucked me bent over his desk, me whimpering and crying, but not stopping him, not wanting to make a fuss. Wanting to please; not wanting to inconvenience Jason in any way. “It’s not theAtlantamain offices,” I said, as if that might make a significant difference. I’m going to the Savannahoffices. Not quite the center of piranha pit, or so I’m told. “You could always . . . you know . . . stay with . . .” I placed my fingers on Jason’s lips, not wanting him to complete that sentence. Certainly not sure whether I wanted “king” or “vagabond,” but knowing that I didn’t want to be Jason’s vagabond before even having a chance to explore that choice.And being afraid that I would say yes, just because it would be the least path of resistance and because I had just a problem with saying no to anyone. I couldn’t say no to my new boss, Brice Hollins, in theSavannahbranch of Welch and Standish either. Brice was every inch the model for king, and the moment I met him, I decided that it was a king I wanted to be after all.That I wanted to be just like Brice.Smart and handsome and urbane and oozing confidence.The epitome of a successful financial services salesman. And Brice had it all. The corner office overlooking Reynolds Square, the BMW, the smooth southern drawl and gentlemanly grace of the old South, the townhouse on the quiet and lush Chatham Square, the southern belle wife, and the


requisite one bouncing boy and one precious girl. He even had the slobbering EnglishSetter . This was what I wanted, I told myself. I wanted never to leave the enchanting and gracious city ofSavannah again—but I wanted to be a king here. Just like Brice. He had it all. And within two weeks of my arrival, he had me too. The first night we worked alone in the office, he grilled me on just how devoted I was to Welch and Standish, what I would do to serve them. And the proof of my loyalty and ambition bottom lined on my laying back on my desk and opening my legs and letting Brice fuck me until my fingernails were split from gripping the edges of the desk for dear life lest the force of his thrusts pushed me over onto the floor. He told me that he knew my university adviser, Jason Jenkins well—even biblically—and that I had been selected for the fast track at Welch and Standish as long as my service matched my ambition. That was that, and I was prepared to make the best of it. But Brice had miscalculated the effect of the charm—whether genuine or convenient—that aSavannahgentleman naturally wove. Even though Brice was taking me through a fast learning curve of what a man could do to a man, I allowed to believe that there was more to our relationship than that—that Brice, slowly perhaps, but surely, was growing to care for me. He could take me roughly, but he always did that with humor and an unquenchable charm. And he could take me sensually and with great care and attention, languidly fucking me deep under the trees by a slow-loving river in a side-split that permitted us considerable deep kissing and fondling. I made the mistake of considering the possibility of “vagabond”—an open life with Brice as a couple—being a viable choice once more. It wouldn’t beSavannahthat would prevent that.Savannahwas gracious in everything—including in its acceptance of alternate lifestyles. So, when Brice told me to come to his townhouse on Chatham Square and spend the night with him in his bed, I let myself believe that he had sent Sharon away and wanted me there, in his own home, to tell me that he wanted me to move in, to take Sharon’s place in his bed.That we were to become vagabonds. All night long, Brice fucked me in that four-poster bed, making sensual love to me while Elton John crooned away on the CD player, singing his “Can You Feel the Love Tonight?” And I convinced myself that I could, indeed, feel the love that night. But when morning had come, that’s when Brice had told me thatWelch and Standish wanted me to make the move—provisionally at first—to their Atlanta office—that my training in Savannah was over. There was no offer of a new life with him; there was no explanation on why he had wanted to fuck me in his own bed before crushing my budding dreams like this. I stood at the window, looking out into peacefulChatham Square, lost in time, locked in a simpler, more grace-filled existence. I was fullynude, and leaning against the side of the window with a half-filled cup of coffee in my hand. But a gauzy curtain panel shielded me from the square, where people were already walking, some deliberately and some sauntering, taking in the beauty of the old oak-sheltered square, no doubt some kings and some vagabonds.All with somewhere to go, though. And did I have somewhere to go? I had been “this close” to becoming a vagabond. But if king it was to be, then I would throw myself wholeheartedly into being the best fucking king in the world. I felt the delicate handle of the china cup give way under the fierceness of my grip, and I put the ruins of the delicate cup and saucer down on a cigarette table beside the window.


“Come back to bed, Craig. Come to me. I have something to show you; something is calling you.” I turned toward the handsome man I had been willing to make my entire world. I wasn’t fully a king yet. If I had been, I would have walked right on past the bed and down the stairs and out the door and strode, naked, across the square. But I was still that Craig Crestar, the compliant young man, vacillating between king and vagabond, not wanting to upset or disappoint or inconvenience. And so I walked back to the bed, climbed up into it, moving my leg over Brice’s pelvis, and compliantly lowering my channel on the “something” he had to show me. “Can you feel the love?” Oh, yeah, all seven hard inches of it. Chapter 2 Job Loyalty

As we strapped ourselves in across from each other, knee to knee, in the sleek corporate jet, I was wondering why CJ had picked me to fly out to the coast to try to close this business deal. I was pretty new to the company and nowhere near to having the seniority to be included on this trip. But I wasn’t complaining. A week inCaliforniaand time to get to know the vice president of sales atWelch and Standish better was enough reason for me not to ask any questions. I was determined to get ahead in this business, no matter what it took. Sitting so close to CJ was a real bonus. I had followed his short and notable major-league football career as a running back right up until he popped that knee and decided he didn’t want to be a cripple for life. Retirement from the game hadn’t meant that he had gone to pot, though. He was keeping real good care of himself, and although his shoulders and bulging biceps overfilled that seat in front of me, he tapered down into the seat just fine. We hadn’t been up in the air for more than fifteen minutes, though, before CJ snapped his seat belt open and leaned forward and gave me a very good idea why I was along for this trip. “You understand that this deal is very, very important to us, Craig, don’t you?” “Yes, sir, I sure do,” I responded in earnest. “Just call me CJ,” he said with a big grin. “We’re wedged in together here much too closely and the flight is much too long for us to be strangers.” Then he put one of those huge hands on my knee and, while I did my best not to flinch at the touch, continued. “And I’ll bet you are wondering why a relatively new hire like you is along for the ride, aren’t you?” I nodded in assent, all of my nerve endings focused on that hand lying on top of my knee. “Well, I’ll level with you. All cards on the table. You were moved fromSavannahand picked for this trip because you are the studliest man we have in the office, and Jonathan Binggum, the CEO of this company we’re trying to land this deal with, is most agreeable when he is surrounded by studly men. Do I make myself clear?”


“Yes, quite clear,” I answered, trying to keep my voice as level as possible. “You don’t have to sleep with the guy, or anything, of course,” CJ rushed on. “You just have to be very nice to him until the ink dries on the contract.” “Of course, CJ, no problem,” I answered. And then I added, “I am very interested in my career here at Welch and Standish. I am prepared to do almost anything I need to do to help this company develop.” “Almost anything?”CJ asked slowly. “Even to the extent of being very, very,extra -special nice to Binggum?” “Yes, no problem,” I answered. With that, CJ pushed a little knob at the side of his chair and slid his chair even closer to me. In the process, those big, firm thighs and calves of his worked their way between mylegs, and he pushed my thighs apart with them as he moved in closer. The hand he had been gently holding my right knee with traveled up to mid level on top of my thigh, and his other hand went to the top of my other thigh. He looked directly into my eyes, looking for any sign of rejection or discomfort—but I was determined not to show him any. This may be the make-or-break turning point in my business future. I thought back to my last night with Brice in Savannah—to the choices I wrongly thought I had then and to my new determination to become a “king”—and I gave CJ the steady gaze he was looking for. Choice made. Ready for any consequences. CJ’s hands went around to my inner thigh and slowly worked their way up my legs until one of his thumbs could feel the top of my dick, which was snaking down my right thigh. All the time he was watching me closely. “Any problem with this?” he asked in a low voice. “No, sir,” I responded. “I hope I have made myself clear about my loyalty to the organization.” “Good boy,” CJ whispered, and he moved his left hand over the rising bulge of my dick in my pants and began a gentle squeezing and rubbing action. With his right hand, he reached over and unsnapped my seatbelt, unbuttoned my trousers, and slowly worked my zipper down. All the time he was staring into my eyes with his big browns, holding my gaze, assessing my willingness, and assuring me that everything was OK. His left hand continued stroking my hidden cock, while his right hand pulled my shirt tail out of my pants. He then went to my throat and began unbuttoning my shirt under my tie. I wasn’t wearing an undershirt, so his hands fluttered against my bare chest as he was working with the buttons. When he had the top buttons undone, his hand snaked into the opening and found my left nipple. He gave a little grunt of satisfaction at finding the silky hair curling around my chest and down my stomach. I gave a little twitch, and my cock hardened noticeably. CJ gave me a broad grin and quickly unbuttoned the rest of my shirt, and, with both hands, started pulling it up and away from my body. I pulled my torso forward to help him and found his lips upon mine, pushing my lips apart with his and giving me a kiss. The sensation wasn’t much different from that I had felt with the women I’d slept with—or Brice’s kisses for that matter—except that he seemed to take charge from the very beginning. At the end of this kiss, he took my lower lip between his and gave it a little suck. Meanwhile, his big, sensitive hands were exploring my chest and my arms. After some very pleasant nipple time, both hands moved down my washboard stomach, and then they came down to my waist.


His hands took hold of my pants and briefs, and in one smooth motion, CJ, disengaging from the kiss, pulled my remaining clothes across my buttocks, free of my legs, and tossed them to the side. Not stopping there, he pulled my shoes and socks off as well. And there I was, completely naked before him—except for my Brooks Brothers’ tie, of course. His eyes went to my crotch, and I could tell he was pleased by what he saw there. He reached over to the chair arm, pushed a button, and my seat reclined several positions. He then bent over me, his weight born by his strong arms alongside my chest, his hands so big, that he could reach my nipples with his thumbs even though his palms encased my sides, and his mouth came down to mine. This time when he pushed my lips aside with his, his tongue entered my mouth and did some exploring, causing me to emit little involuntary gasps. His lips left my mouth and continued down my neck. They played a bit in my chest hair and around my nipples, where they did a bit of sucking and nipping. All the time I was letting out gasps of mixed pain and pleasure and wasbeginning to writhe a bit under his hulking presence. Supporting himself over me just with his left arm now, his right hand went to my stomach and then slowly down, through my pubic hair, and encircled my dick. I gave a little lurch, and he returned his lips to mine and gave me a soothing kiss, as his hand gave my dick a gentle squeeze. Even though I was a good seven inches and had just about filled out, his hand was so big that his pinky overlapped into my pubic hair as his thumb came down on the knob of my cock and gained purchase to my piss slit. I was panting and moaning as his lips came away from mine, and he moved them down my body and to the tip of my cock. His hand moved to cup my balls and pull them gently down as his mouth came down over my cock, and he began to suck. I couldn’t helpit, I quickly shot my load with a scream of pleasure and a shudder. CJ rose off of me and stood above me, his legs still between mine. “I’m sorry,” I said. “I don’t usually cum that fast. It was just the newness and—” “Sorry?” CJ said with a big grin. “No need to be sorry. You’re doing just great so far. And you are one beautiful dude, I must say. Binggum is going to be quite pleased.” “So far?” As he leaned down to me, he took my tie and pulled me up to him. His mouth found mine in a deep, almost brutal kiss that made me wonder where we were going from here. Then he let me back down gently and began slowly to disrobe. Off came the tie. Nextcame the trousers, shoes, and socks. His legs were magnificent, still heavily muscled despite his retirement from the game. Then came the shirt, and I gasped at his smooth, light-chocolate, muscled torso. No fat had accumulated on this body. His nipples virtually popped out of his chest. I found I very much wanted to get those between my lips. He now stood there between my legs in just his bikini briefs. The bulge of his cock, barely held in the briefs, stretching them down to where I could see where his dong was rooted below his hairless groin matched the rest of his huge body. “Kiss it,” he said to me in a low, guttural voice. At first I didn’t comprehend what he was asking, but then he repeated, “Kiss it.” He lifted me by my tie so that there I was, sitting up, face to face with bulging cotton briefs. So, I did as he asked. I kissed the end of the bulge, and I could feel the cock hardening even further. He must have been all of ten inches. The briefs were slightly wet where the tip of his dick pushed against them, and they were giving off a musky, not unpleasant smell. I got a salty sensation when I kissed him there. CJ’s hands went to the sides of my head and held it there.


“More,” he said huskily. My hands went to the backs of his bulging thighs and worked up to his tremendous bubble butt cheeks underneath his briefs. I took the tip of his encased cock tentatively into my mouth. It was a big load to take in—much bigger than either Jason or Brice had been. I could feel when my lips had drawn over the base of his knob. I put the tip of my tongue to the tip of his dick and gently brought my teeth down behind his knob and flicked my tongue back and forth across the wet cotton. CJ moaned, and his hands tightened on my head and guided it back and forth in a short, slow motion. I wasn’t sure what to do next—with Jason and Brice, I mostly just lay there and let them work on my body. But instinctively, my left hand came back to the front, freed his balls, and gently explored them. My right hand also came around to the front and then went behind his balls and continued on until it found his asshole. CJ gave a grunt of satisfaction and spread one leg out into the aisle (which, of course, opened my legs wider), which I took as a signal that I was doing OK. So I rimmed his asshole with my finger a couple of times and then worked, first one finger, and then another, into his channel. Not long after this CJ pushed my head away with his hands and pulled his briefs off and tossed them aside. I gasped in shock. Whereas CJ was a light chocolate color everywhere else, his ramrod of a dick was almost black. Before I had much more time than to see the measure and color of it, however, CJ’s hands were back on my head and guiding me toward that log pole. “I don’t know if I can,” I whimpered. “It’s so big, and I’ve never—” “Just relax,” CJ whispered. “It will be fine. We’ll take it slow. I’ll talk you through it. There, take just the head in, as you did before. Yes, oh yes. That’s good. Tongue on hole again.Ahhhhhh, yes. You can put more pressure on my balls and pull them out more. Yes, that’s right. Other hand wrapped around my dick. Yes. Now gently stroke.Ahhhhh. Good. Yes, more of that. Now, hand all the way down on the root, thumb and forefinger wrapping tightly at root, giving pressure,thumb on the underside just at the root. Yes, right. Binggum will go wild over this. “Now, jaws open wide, tongue sliding under the cock, take in more of the cock. Yes, don’t be afraid now. There, that was OK, wasn’t it? Now suck and stroke at the same time.No, not with your hand. Hand back to root; stroke with your mouth. Here, just hang free. I’ll guide your head with my hands. There. That’s not bad, is it? Yes, Oh yes. Oh, baby fucker, yes. Now a little further down when you swallow it this time. No, don’t think ‘gag.’ Just relax. There, that’s right. Now, can you take more? Oh, yes, yes you can. There, that’s far enough for now. You’ll be able to get more in later, but this is fine for now. You’re doing just great. “Oh, yeah, baby, that feels so good. Your mouth is so soft, so good. Yes, yes, in, out. In, out.Ohhhhh. Ahhhh. Okay, I’m about to . . .Don’t worry. We won’t do that this time.Ohhhh.Ahhh.” With a jerk of his hands, CJ pulled my head away and his dick plopped out of my mouth, just as he came in three separate shudders all over my chest. He reached beside the seat for some tissues and gently wipedthe cum off my chest and stomach and pushed me back down to the seat. “There, now. That wasn’t so bad, was it? You did great for the first time.” I started to sit up, but CJ pushed me back down with that big mitt of his, slid his seat back and went down on his knees between my legs. He took my cock in his mouth again and brought it to a full hard, while he ran his hands over my body and did some work on my nipples. I thought I might cum again, when he popped my cock out his mouth, gave my balls a few licks, and then worked on down to where his tongue found my asshole, which he began flicking and rimming.


He slowly worked his tongue into my hole. I was getting pretty wet down there, and, after tensing up at first, my hole was relaxing and expanding for him, which, I guess was the whole point of the operation. He must have had some oil or cream in his pants pocket or somewhere close, because I felt him take his tongue away and starting to apply something cool, wet, and slippery to my ass with the finger of one hand, while the other encircled my prick and started a slow pumping action. I tightened up again as a well-lubricated finger probed deeper into my hole, relaxed, and then tightened again as a second finger joined the first. When I had relaxed from this, one of CJ’s fingers must have found my prostate, because I suddenly felt the pleasure-pain sensation that had held me in thrall to Brice. I started to jerk and writhe and issued an involuntary moan, which turned into a gasp as I shot my wad again. Chapter 3 In-Flight Service

I had just been finger fucked by my new boss, CJ, high in the sky in a corporate jet en route toL.A.He was testing me as candy for an important client my office just had to close a deal with. I had passed the finger fuck test apparently, but it soon became clear that my testing wasn’t complete. CJ laughed, extracted his fingers from my ass, and, in one smooth, athletic motion went back into his seat on his knees. He pushed a button on my seat that fully reclined the back so I went down flat. Then he grabbed my hips with his huge hands and pulled my torso toward him. I lifted my head enough that I saw his black battering ram of a dick standing up majestically between his legs. I moaned and jabbered a bit infear, I’m afraid, as he lifted my left leg up to his right shoulder and pushed my left leg out and across the arm of his seat. His left hand was supporting the whole weight of my right hip and buttocks. I saw him push his big black club down and guide it to my lathered ass. I whimpered and tried to pull myself away, but he had me in a strong grip—and I’d already given my consent; I’d said I do anything for the job. “No, don’t fight me,” he whispered in a low, soothing voice. “I know how big I am. I’ll be careful. But it will be worse if you fight it.” “Please, please,” I whimpered, as I felt the head of his cock come up against my ass. “Please” what, I didn’t know myself; I’d already said yes to this. It was just . . . just what he had there between his legs. The lubricant and his rimming had opened me up, I knew, but he was just so big. I fought to think if I’d passed anything as thick as that rod of his, I was sure I hadn’t. Oh, God, I thought, as I felt two fingers of his hand enter my ass and spread the hole apart. I involuntarily tensed up, and once again he told me just to relax. When I had done so, I felt a third finger going in, up to the knuckles, and he was widening the hole as far as he could. He held his fingers in suspense until I’d had time to adjust to them, and then I felt what must have been that big dick head of his find purchase in my hole as he withdrew his fingers. “Oh, no.I can’t,” I moaned in spite of my declarations. But CJ proved that I could. “It will be better when I’d gotten in past the prostate,” he said. And he was right. When he had gotten position, he brought my right leg up to his shoulder, got a hold on both of my hips again, and drew me up as he stood up on the floor. I could now see along my own chest and up my suspended legs, to his dick, which was still only about a third into me, and on up his beautiful chocolate body. When he stood, though, he found that he had to hunch over because of the overhead racks in the airplane passenger


compartment. “This isn’t going to work,” he said, and he plopped his cock out of my hole and pushed me back up the seat and released my legs. I felt like a prisoner who had had his death sentence commuted, but that feeling lasted only a few seconds. CJ pulled me up from the seat with the hands he had on my waist and hips, swung me around into the aisle, and laid my chest down on the cold table top between the facing seats across the aisle. He knocked my legs apart in a wide stance, with my feet on the floor; my chest on the table top, held down with a strong hand; my butt waving out into the aisle; and my face up against a porthole, where, nonsensically, I watched the world of patterned fields and small towns drift by below us as CJ’s huge dick plowed ever deeper into me. He was as gentle as possible under the circumstances, but the pain nearly overwhelmed the pleasurable feeling of taking him into me and listening to the murmurs of ecstasy of a man who held my career in his hands just as he now was holding my engorged cock and balls in his hand. After having gotten who knows how far into me, CJ started a rhythmic pumping action with his rod, at first finely controlled, but near the end in what was more of a wild frenzy. Whether or not he had intended to do so, he shot off inside me, and I felt like a fountain was gushing up toward my stomach. I can’t say I was sorry when the pumping had stopped, but now I was sure that I’d be able to endure anything that this Binggum guy was likely to expect of me. CJ laid his chest down along my back and nibbled on my ear as he started a concentrated pumping action on my own cock with his huge fist. I turned my head, and we were in a long kiss when I came yet again. He then withdrew from my ass, helped me to rise, and hugged and kissed me when he’d helped me up. Then we both collapsed onto the heavily carpeted floor of the center aisle, our bodies entwined in a close embrace. “That was wonderful,” CJ whispered into my ear. “You did just great. I would never have known this was your first time for a big cock—except maybe for the tightness of that lovely ass of yours.” “So, do you think I will do for this CEO we have to impress,” I whispered back to CJ. “He couldn’t have a cock any bigger and thicker than yours, could he?” “Ummm, I doubt you have to worry about that,” CJ said after a lengthy pause. “Binggum’s pretty much strictly a bottom.Except when he can get fresh meat—or nearly fresh meat. He’s always after me to find him a tight ass. He’s not really interested unless the hole has rarely been used. Of course, that wouldn’t be you, I suppose, if tell him the truth.” “Well, maybe if I just don’t . . .” “Of course we’ll do this again,” CJ whispered. “I’m evenmore mad for you after having had you than I was before. I’ll just let Binggum get his before I’ve opened you up noticeably.” With this, he rolled me over to where he could give me a deep, wet kiss, and he returned one hand to fondling my dick and balls. “So, I’m ready for Binggum?” I asked when CJ had let me up for air. “Well, not exactly,” CJ admitted. “Binggum not only is a bottom, he’s a bit kinky. He’s into leather and bondage. We’ll havesee whether you can handle that, if you can show a masterful hand and a bit of a cruel streak.” “But, but,” I said. “I don’t think I could do that on you, up here. You’re still my boss, and I’m afraid


you’d just swat me across the plane if I tried anything even slightly cruel with you.” “Possibly,” CJ answered with a low laugh. “We might try it someday, but I have other plans.” “Oh?” I asked. “Yes, don’t look toward the galley now, but didn’t you notice that swishy looking blond guy who welcomed us aboard?” “Yeah.You mean he’s been here all the time.” “Yes. Well, I told him to stay in the galley until/unless we called for him, but I’ve noticed that he’s been peeking at us off and on for some time now. We’ll use him for our next checkout phase, shall we?” “Is just slightly cruel okay for starters?” I asked. “Sure. We won’t really want to damage the CEO we’re trying to suborn, do we?” CJ answered in a low voice, and then, in a louder voice, as we both rose from the floor of the aisle, CJ called out, “Come out, come out, wherever you are, Greg, honey. I know you’re just on the other side of that door and you’ve been watching.” The door to the galley slowly opened, and the air steward glided into the compartment. I say glided, because he obviously was into ballet. He was an effeminate blue-eyed blond of slight height, but very well proportioned with strong-looking arms and legs. His smoothly shaven face was more beautiful than handsome, and his head was set in wild blond curls. My first thought was that I wondered if he was a bleach-blond and gave himself home perms. He was wearing a blowsy muslin long-sleeved shirt, open enough at the neck to show blond curls almost up to his throat, but I would not have put it past him to have bleached and permed that as well. His white pants were tight and of a material that followed his strong leg muscles and bubble butt. I would not have been surprised to see that he had the pronounced codpiece fly like you see in the ballet, as well, but the reality was that his fly was still open. We must have caught him playing with himself as he watched us and only had time to stuff his dick back into his pants before CJ forced him to appear. The bulge running down his thigh confirmed to me that he had been exercising himself in that area. “Greg? I may call you Greg, mightn’t I?” I asked him in a low voice as I bore down on him. He had been giving me the once-over as he came in the compartment—which must have meant that he already had a great familiarity with CJ, because I wasn’t so vain that I didn’t realize that any eyes in a room of naked men would go directly to the milk-chocolate athletic build of CJ and that big black cock of his. There was a sloppy grin on Greg’s face, and his eyes were so languid I wouldn’t have been surprised if they were swimming in semen already from his recent voyeurism. He reached down to zip up his fly as I came close. “No, let’s not waste our time with that, Greg, honey,” I growled, as I grabbed his belt loops on both sides and jerked his pants down. This knocked him down in the aisle, and I just pulled the pants and his thong briefs completely off his legs and tossed them aside. Greg came right back up on his feet as dainty as a cat. His expression had turned to surprise and his eyes now flared. But I didn’t give him time to respond further. My hands went to the neck of his billowing, diaphanous shirt, and I literally ripped the garment from his body. All doubt was dispelled. He indeed was a natural blond with tightly curled hair. The hair curled down from his throat and flared off to cover his well-developed chest and then flared back in to descend his flat belly and cascaded again around a very presentable cock, whichwas at least


three-quarters engorged. He had little gold rings pierced into each nipple and in his cute little bellybutton. “My, my, Greg.Aren’t we a pretty one?” I said, as I pushed him roughly back at arms’ length against the now-closed galley door. Greg’s eyes were wide, and he was licking his lips. “Not anything compared to you, sir. Please, can I touch you?” “Just a touch, Greg, dear.Just a hint of a touch,” I said as I pulled very close to him, holding his eyes with mine. He reached one hand out tentatively to my left nipple and then slid it into my chest hair. My cock gave a little lurch of appreciation against his thigh. His other hand went to my cock. But just as he touched it, I pulled away again at arms’ length. “I said just a touch for now, Greg.” He wasn’t paying any attention to me, though; he sank to his knees and swallowed my engorging cock in one expert motion all the way down to my root. I was having none of that, however. I lifted him by his chest and slammed him back against the door. I went for his balls with my right hand and squeezed as he winced and writhed in pain. “None of that for now, Greg.You have to learn who is in control.” I leaned forward and pulled at his right nipple ring with my teeth until he gave a little yelp. “Are we straight on that, Greg, honey?” He nodded, in pain. I let loose of the nipple ring but not his balls. “Say it, Greg. Tell me who’s in charge.” “You are. You are . . . sir.” “Good. CJ, what do we have here that will serve as restraints?” CJ’s eyes looked around the cabin, and then he buried a hand first into one seat and then another and came up with two seat belts he had detached at their base. “Ah, good.I suggest facing into that seat over there and using those rods running down the ceiling of the cabin over the seats.” CJ was quick to understand, and in no time we had Greg hanging with his hands tied very close to the cabin ceiling in a section with double seats and his knees on the seat facing the seatbacks. “What do you say we go directly to the fuck,” I asked CJ jauntily. “Whatever you say, Craig,” CJ answered. “But there’s something about our little steward that might interest you. Here. Give me a minute.” CJ went off into the galley, but before he got back, I’d found his little surprise. I’d gotten behind Greg and had lifted his bubble butt up and parted his cheeks, ready to prepare him for a good fuck, only to find the most open and slackest asshole I’d ever seen. CJ, as big as his cock was, couldn’t have been the biggest dude this guy had been servicing. “Oh my, Greg, what have we been doing, you naughty boy?” Still, I was doing this as much for whoever was going to fuck him as for him, so I went ahead and started tonguing around his rim and making little, very wet flicks into his hole. Greg was making little moans of pleasure now and was reaching back with his hands and running them through my hair and over my shoulders. “Oh, I see you’ve found out,” CJ said, as he returned. “Here, I know this is new to you. Use this.” CJ had brought back a huge cucumber that he’d found in the galley fridge and was lathering it with the


lubricant he’d used before screwing me. I took the lathered cucumber, which Greg hadn’t seen yet, and slid it right into Greg’s hole and gave it a little pumping action. Greg screamed in surprise when the ’cuke first entered him, but I could tell the cucumber wasn’t bothering him all that much. “Here,” CJ said, as he took the cucumber from me, tossed it aside, and slid up under Greg so that CJ was sitting in the seat facing him. He grabbed Greg’s hips, told me to position his cock, and then entered the steward as he pulled his hips down. He pumped for a while, but then told me to get behind Greg. When I was in position, he pushed Greg’s butt up with his pelvis and invited me to join in the fun. I’d never imagined doing this before, but I was game, and Greg’s ass seemed to be built for double fucking. So, in my dick went into Greg’s ass alongside CJ’s. It was quite a pleasant experience to be fucking Greg but also to be rubbing up against CJ’s cock at the same time. Greg was panting and doing a little moaning, but he was taking this quite well, I thought. CJ and I alternated between plunging together and plunging counter to each other in a piston motion. I reached one of my hands around Greg’s waist and found his cock rubbing up against CJ’s belly, and I gave it good enough attention that Greg came first and then CJ and I came almost simultaneously a few seconds later. Chapter 4 Client’s Interest

We got intoL.A.that night, and CJ and I went straight to the hotel. I was exhausted after my in-flight service training. CJ had booked a suite with two separate bedrooms, so I went to my room after dinner, showered, and went straight to bed. I was laying there on the wide bed, on my back, staring at the ceiling and just about asleep, when CJ crept into the room, came up on the bed, and sat on my thighs, his strong legs encasing mine. “There was some terminology I didn’t cover earlier that I thought you might want to become familiar with,” he said, as he looked down into my eyes in the semidarkness. “Oh, like what, Boss?” I asked, quite aware that he was already hard and I was quickly becoming so again. “Well, for instance, this is what is called the ‘double M,’” he said in a husky voice, as he took both of our cocks in a beefy hand and squeezed them together alongside each other. He then began a gentle stroking that slowly gathered rhythm. I sighed and ran my hands over his smooth chest and belly and played with his nipples. After several minutes, I sat up against him, took his head in my hands, and we engaged in some passionate, deep-tongue kissing, while he continued to double-stroke our cocks. He didn’t take us to climax, though. After a bit, he pushed me back down on the bed and came down with me, so that we were both on our side, with his butt cuddled into my belly. “I could stay here all night, here with you,” CJ whispered. “You certainly can if you want to, CJ,” I responded. “I wouldn’t be displeased in the least.” CJ gave a contented sigh and pushed his butt further into the curve of my stomach. I was quite aware that my cock was running down the generous-sized crack between his butt cheeks.


“Craig,” CJ said in a low voice after a few minutes. “Fuck me. I want you to fuck me. I want your cock in me. Just scoot your body down a bit. Yes, like that. I’ll raise my leg up like this to give you entrance and you put your leg up like that. You’re big and long enough. There, guide it to my ass and curl back up like . . . Ah, yes, that’s it.Deeper.Deeper still. Oh, yes. God that’s good. Now relax. Just do what’s natural. Oh, Oh. Yes, yes. Oh, yes, good, you can reach my rod and balls. Ah, that feels so nice. You are a natural. You are so good. This, in case you wondered, is what we call side splitting. Come, give us a kiss.” After a gentle fuck ending in a shared release, we stayed that way, me inside CJ, until near dawn. I don’t know for how long, really, because, when I awoke in the morning, CJ was gone and I briefly wondered if I’d imagined the whole previous day and night.

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I had no idea I could be as brazen as I was the next day while we were reeling this Binggum guy in. But CJ had told me that we didn’t have much time to turn the trick, and Binggum seemed pretty grouchy at first during our initial meeting with his full board. I guess, though, that was because he didn’t really zero in on me until I had gotten up to give my short briefing late in the morning. CJ had been curious how I could dress to be noticed, and I told him that there wasn’t really any problem in that department. I had brought what I called my party suit, which I had had tailored for cruising the bars when I’d wanted to pick up women. I saw no reason why it couldn’t work as well on a man who was so inclined, and I was proved to be correct. The suit was tailored of a fine, silky material that, nevertheless, followed just about every curve I had. The seat was basted in a bit to show the roundness and firmness of my butt, the legs fit closely to my well-muscled legs, and a close inspection of the crotch area would leave little doubt which side I “dressed” on. The pants rode quite low for dress slacks—and, in fact, would show a nice curl of pubic hair if I wasn’t wearing a shirt. The shirt was of a fine, close-fitting satiny material as well, which did not completely hide the shadow of my dark chest hair and made no attempt to hide my nipples if they were erect. The coat was also cut to flatter how my full chest flared down to a small waist. Binggum got his first whiff of the chase when I rose up behind CJ’s chair when it was time for me to brief and I stood at the foot of the table near the slide show only long enough for Binggum to get me completely in his sights. I then walked back to stand beside him at the head of the table for much of my briefing. I could tell that he was hooked because of the thorough once-over he gave me while I was near the slide screen and by the way his eyes were glued to my crotch as I came over beside him. The definitely male musk cologne I was wearing couldn’t have hurt. For most of my briefing, his eyes remained plastered to me rather than to the slides that were flipping at the front of the room. Suddenly, Binggum became much more interested in CJ’s proposal, and he asked fewer questions. By midafternoon, he seemed irritated if anyone else in the room dared to ask a penetrating or complex question, and he finally just waved all of his people away and said he wanted to discuss the final details with CJ “and his staff” alone. When the room had cleared, I gave a meaningful look at CJ and then turned to Binggum and asked if I could use the nearby men’s room before we restarted the discussions. Binggum said that was a fine idea and that he’d also take a men’s room break. CJ said he was just fine, thank you very much, and would set up the next part of the briefing while we were gone.


Binggum ushered me to a very plush executive washroom right next to the conference room. I went up to the bank of wash basins, while Binggum saddled up to a urinal. I was delighted to see that there were no barriers between the urinals. “Oh, crap,” I muttered. “Is that a coffee stain I see on my shirt?” I looked into the mirror and made like I saw some sort of blotch. Without another word, I took my coat off and hung it on a stall door. And then, turning three-quarters toward where Binggum was standing up to a urinal, his eyes glued to me, I slowly unbuttoned and peeled off my shirt and held it out to inspect it. I was fully aware that my biceps were rippling in the effort and that I was fully exposed down to a slight curl of pubic hair above my trousers. I made a few clucking sounds and acted like I must just be wrong, that I couldn’t find any coffee stains on my shirt. But, rather than put it back on, I draped it on top of my coat on the stall door and slowly walked toward Binggum. I approached the bank of urinals and, leaving two urinals between us, I moved in toward one—but not too close. I again turned a bit so that Binggum would get a full view of the action. I unzipped my tight pants and peeled them down onto my hips. My underwear of choice that day was a black net sock jock, which I proceeded to pull off of my long, thick dick and tuck up under my balls. As an added little ornament, I was wearing a black leather cock ring with silver studs at the base of my cock and balls. I thought Binggum was going to wet all over himself when he saw that. And then I sent a nice long piss arcing across considerable distance into the urinal, arching my hips toward the urinal and my finely muscled chest back, with my hands on my butt cheeks. I smiled, closed my eyes, and gave a satisfied little sigh. When I was done and had flicked my dick several times to prevent seepage, I put my tool away and slowly walked back over to the stall, faced Binggum, and redressed. I was completely brazen about the whole maneuver. Binggum couldn’t help but have gotten the engraved invitation. The subsequent private session between CJ, Binggum, and me could not have been shorter, and Binggum could not have been more accommodating and congenial. When the last verbal agreement had been settled, Binggum said his secretary could type up the deal we’d struck, and we could sign it over dinner, if CJ and I would be willing to have dinner with Binggum in his ocean-side house that evening. CJ and I, of course, thought this would be a splendid idea. Binggum went on ahead in a big, white stretch limousine, while CJ and I waited for the contracts to be typed and copied. Before we left, I slipped off to the men’s room and exchanged my white shirt, tie, and suit jacket for a billowy cotton pullover peasant’s shirt with a deep slit down the front held together by a lacing and topped by a black leather vest. The shirt was opaque enough to show off my tanned chest and the tufts of hair that wound down from my neck, out and around my nipples, and then back together and down to my crotch. I then laced a pair of soft, black-leather chaps over my pants, brushed my teeth and my hair, and headed for the door. While we were being driven over to Binggum’s house in a black limousine with smoked windows, CJ couldn’t resist doing a little bit of exploring of my body of his own with his hands and his lips, but he broke off before anything serious happened, as we both agreed that I had to be “up” exclusively for Binggum—at least until the contracts had been signed. Binggum met us at the door himself in a loosely fitting cotton lounge suit, and I was pleased to see his crotch tent out as soon as he saw me come through the door. We went into a large lounge area overlooking a nicely landscaped patio and pool, as well as the ocean. I sank into a mile-long sectional sofa facing the view. Immediately after we had been served the drink of our choice, CJ asked if there was somewhere he could change into something more casual, and Binggum fell all over himself helping CJ


out of the room. That accomplished, Binggum scurried back, planted himself nearly on top of me, wrapped one arm around my shoulder, turned my head toward his with that hand, and looked pleadingly into my eyes. “I’ve been waiting to get you alone like this all day,” he chirped. “I’ve been looking forward to it myself,” I said and gave him a million-dollar smile. He moved his lips into mine and ran his fingers into my hair, holding my head in place. My lips met his in a sweet kiss that became increasingly deep and crushing. I opened my lips to him and let his tongue in. I could feel his free hand on my chest, over a nipple, and then it slid through the lacings of my shirt front, snaked through my chest hair, and found my other nipple. I felt his body shudder at the ecstasy of finally making skin-on-skin contact—as if before that moment I hadn’t been real. I took the initiative and forced his tongue out of my mouth with mine, and I invaded his inner space, probing. He shuddered again, and his free hand exited my shirt front and moved down to my crotch. He couldn’t get all that much satisfaction there other than to get my measure, because the leather pants held my dick tightly in place. But he’d already seen the goods, so there weren’t many surprises for him to have there short of finding out how far into a couple of his orifices it could go. I moved up on my hip toward him, crossed with the arm he didn’t have locked in his embrace, and went directly for that tent he’d shown at the door in those loose cotton pants. I encased his engorging dick through his pants in my hand with a firm, authoritative grip and was pleased to find that he was fairly long and thick. He broke away from my lips with a little cry and looked deeply into my eyes with an expression of ecstasy and longing. He started fiddling with my belt buckle, but I took my hand away from his penis and gently pulled his hand away from what he was trying to do. “No, not that.Not yet. That’s the main course, and that comes after dinner is eaten and the contracts are signed, not before.” He gave me a disappointed look and started to speak, but I put my finger to his lips, and said, “That doesn’t mean there isn’t an appetizer, though. Just relax and give me full control.” Then turning more toward him, I gently pushed him down on his back along the sectional, scooted up on the edge of the couch, and lifted his right leg up and over my head until it rested between my left side and the back of the sectional. His other leg was trailing down on the floor in front of my knees and his crotch was open to me. I gently pulled the tail of his shirt out of his pants, and, while I lowered my mouth onto the top of his dick as it pushed at the fabric of his pants, I ran my hands under his shirt tail and up the sides of his well-toned torso, placing one hand over each of his nipples. I gently flicked at these with my fingers. Binggum was giving little sighing sounds and moans and was moving his arms around over his face and down along my arms on top of his shirt as if he very much wanted to do something but couldn’t quite figure out what that was. I slowly gave him head through the cotton pants. He tried to move both of his legs, but I had one leg pinned against the back of the sofa and lifted my right leg over his other leg and then pinned that between both of mine. I could feel him starting to want to raise his torso, but I applied more pressure with my hands on his nipples, moved my hands up to his armpits, with my thumbs pressing below his shoulder blades, and, taking my mouth from his crotch, whispered. “I said relax. Just let me control. I’m just showing you the advantages of working with our firm.” Binggum lay back then, with a sigh, fully prepared to work with me now. Chapter 5


Pumping the Client’s Prime

The client we were trying to reel in, Jonathan Binggum, was putty in my hands now. I had just told him to let me control the exploration of his body, when we heard a voice correcting my statement. “Just let us control,” I heard CJ say from across the room. I looked up, and Binggum stretched his head back to look behind him at the sound of CJ’s voice. That big, magnificent, chocolate-brown man was leaning against the door into the room he had entered. He was outfitted in black, tight silk from an armless vest open in front down to below his navel, to tight black pants, with a bright red silk, bulging pouch at the crotch. When he’d made his dramatic entrance, he moved right over to where Binggum was stretched out, and deftly pulled Binggum’s shirt up and off his body. CJ sank down on his knees beside Binggum’s chest and gave the man a big grin. “Hi, guy, long time no see,” CJ said with a laugh. Binggum laughed back, and CJ covered his grinning mouth in a big sloppy kiss. I left CJ to that area of activity and slowly brought my hands down along Binggum’s sides until they rested just above his hip bones and above the line of his cotton pants. I fanned my fingers out up his sides. He was shuddering slightly like Jell-O. I took the tip of his dick back into my mouth through the cotton pants and took him in up to the rim of his glans like a mechanical shovel. He tried to reach down to me with his hands, but CJ took both of his arms in his strong hands, moved them over his head, and went exploring on Binggum’s ears, throat, nipples, and armpits and down to his navel with his tongue and teeth. Binggum was giving little yip, yip sounds, breathing in pants, and moaning. I was pretty sure he was getting his contract’s worth with this little appetizer. Next thing I knew, one of CJ’s hands was slowly snaking down across Binggum’s chest and belly and had disappeared below the cotton pants line. I slowly took all of Binggum into my mouth, down toward the root, to discover that CJ had wrapped his thumb and finger around Binggum’s penis at the root and was applying pressure. And Binggum was responding by engorging further and arching his hips up. I sat up and looked up toward Binggum’s head. CJ had his other hand buried in Binggum’s hair, keeping him from raising his chest. Binggum was running one hand up and down CJ’s back and under his silk vest and had his other one clutching alternately at CJ’s chest and crotch, unsuccessfully trying to find an entry through the tight silk. Binggum looked down at me in dreamy ecstasy, and I smiled back at him. Taking the hem of his pants in both of my hands at the hips, I raised myself briefly and slowly brought the pants down until his dick flopped out. Seeing that chocolate-brown flesh cock ring provided by CJ very nearly made me cream myself. I lowered my mouth to Binggum’s dick and gave his glans a tight suction kiss. While holding his glans in my mouth, I opened his piss slit with my tongue, an action that sent Binggum completely over the edge. He began flopping around and squirted cum. I had sensed he was coming, however, and had moved my mouth down to where my lips met CJ’s fingers, so that I was able to take in Binggum’s three eruptions without damaging the nap of the sofa. Binggum flopped back on the sofa and threw his arms over his head with a deep sigh. I maintained my purchase on his dick while stripping him completely of his pants. I could feel CJ’s fingers leaving Binggum’s dick and continuing down to where he could play with Binggum’s balls. He went back to nibbling and tonguing on Binggum’s stomach, chest, and armpits and giving him deep kisses, and it wasn’t more than a few minutes before I could feel Binggum’s penis start coming to life again. After a few minutes, I felt Binggum give a jolt and I heard a little grunt from him, as much pain as pleasure. I turned my head and found that CJ had moved his arm and hand under Binggum’s ass, and I could see a


chocolate finger buried up to the knuckle in Binggum’s asshole. I watched in fascination, as the finger rotated and probed, and Binggum responded by wiggling his ass, making gasping sounds when CJ wasn’t kissing him, and regrowing his dick in my mouth. I began to give him head, slowly at first and then faster. I moved a hand over his thigh to cup his balls and to roll and pull at them. One finger of that hand, though, I allowed to travel down even further until I could feel CJ’s knuckle, buried in Binggum’s hole. I heard a little sucking sound from below and a grunt and moan from above, as CJ’s knuckle pulled down in Binggum’s hole and gave my finger purchase to enter the cavern. CJ and I got a little, slow piston rhythm going, whereby he pushed in as I retracted my finger and then I pushed in up to the knuckle as he pulled out. Then we changed the pattern, both going in up to the knuckle and rimming around the canal wall, opening the hole wider. A second of CJ’s fingers worked its way into the hole and then a second of mine. Binggum was panting and rotating his butt in rhythm with ours. CJ permitted him to rise up on his haunches and watch me giving him head. He took my head in his hands, and I let him guide me; back and forth, up and down, slowly down and up, and then a plunge to the root. We now had three fingers each in Binggum’s hole, and his tunnel was opening wide. He’d obviously done a lot of this before. CJ pulled his fingers out and rose to his feet in one languid move. He stood there, looking down at us. He had Binggum’s full attention, and I could see him out of the corner of my eye, as well. His hands slid down his body and met at his crotch. He reached into the folds of the material, unbuttoned his red silk pouch, and out popped his gigantic tool. He moved his hand back to the coffee table and picked up a small tube and pushed out a large dab of salve, which he proceeded to rub into his cock, from root to tip, leaving both Binggum and me with the impression that he might be masturbating himself to climax for our entertainment. Binggum was watching him in fascination laced with trepidation and doubt. His hands left my head, and I held his dick in check, and my hand went back to cupping his balls. Binggum reached out for CJ’s cock, but CJ playfully slapped his hands away and came down onto the sofa behind him on his knees. I moved around to the side and went down on my knees on the floor, freeing Binggum’s leg. CJ reached over and took a pillow from the back of the couch, lifted Binggum’s hips, stuffed the pillow under and up to Binggum’s hipline so that his butt was suspended in the air, and lifted both of Binggum’s legs over his shoulders. Binggum was propping himself up on his elbows, getting as good a look over my head of what CJ was doing as possible. CJ slowly walked into Binggum’s butt on his knees. I moved my hand back down to Binggum’s asshole and stretched the rim. I could feel CJ’s cockhead flopping against Binggum’s ass and my fingers. Binggum was moaning again and giving little shudders of anticipation. I took CJ’s cock in my hands and guided his glans to Binggum’s asshole. CJ bellied in closer, and I helped push the head of his cock further into the hole. Binggum moaned a quiet “No,” and started to reach down with his hand. But I collapsed his other elbow prop, and he fell back onto the sofa, as CJ glided several inches into the hole. I ran my hand up Binggum’s stomach and chest and held him down with my hand just below the Adam’s apple. He probably could have fought me off, but he was getting what he wanted—much more of a appetizer than I thought we’d give him—so he just played at struggling, playing the powerless victim. Playing like he didn’t want it, but aching for it. “Oh, Man, that’s nice,” CJ said in a husky voice. “I remember this ass. This is such a nice ass. I’d never forget it.” I thought maybe CJ was laying this lust for a customer thing on a bit thick, but I was sure that Binggumwas loving it. I took my mouth from Binggum’s dick and moved it up his stomach to his nipples, where I gave him some loving and rimming. I left his dick encased in my hands, though, and was keeping track of how close to shooting off for a second time he was coming. I turned my head and lay it on Binggum’s chest and watched CJ go to work. And work he did. At first I could see him coming in closer


on Binggum, and I could tell by Binggum’s grunts that CJ was slowly moving deeper. But he must have reached an impasse of some sort, because he took hold of Binggum’s legs and pulled them wide. He got in a little further after that, I think, but he was looking a little perturbed. Suddenly, however, he just plunged all the way in. Binggum gave a little scream, flopped around, and huskily cried, “Oh God, please save me.He’s splitting me,” to me. “Shush, shush,” I responded. “This is just an appetizer, you know. I’m actually thicker.” And then I took his lips into a deep kiss. He took my head in his hands, and concentrated on the kiss. I could feel him relaxing, and I also could feel his head moving up and down. I looked around. CJ was slowly pumping him, putting his whole body into motion.In a little. Out.In half way.Out to nearly the tip, and then a slow plunge down to the root. Out again, followed by a quick deep thrust. I sat back on my haunches, watching in fascination. Binggum was flopping around again, but his frightened—or feigned—no’s had turned into yes, yes, yes. Then CJ showed what a magnificent athlete he was. Pulling Binggum’s legs back over his shoulder, he locked his hands behind Binggum’s back and stood up in the sofa, bearing Binggum’s entire weight. He stepped down off the sofa, moved over to a corner where the wall met the sliding windows, pushed Binggum up against the wall and started pumping deep and hard. Binggum was whimpering. Turning his eyes toward me, he whispered, “Save me, save me. This monster is going to split me apart. This big, black stud is killing me. This can’t be a dick; it’s got to be a baseball bat.” I wasn’t having any of that, however. Binggum was having a ball. Supporting Binggum on one arm, CJ reached around and took Binggum’s dick in his big mitt and pumped and pumped and pumped. With a scream of joy, Binggum came for the second time. Squirting his cum up onto CJ’s heaving chest. The silk vest had opened wide, so that most of theload just mixed with the sweat on CJ’s chest and made his body glisten in the light reflected through the glass off the ocean and the pool. Binggum buried his hands in CJ’s chest and his face into CJ’s throat. CJ just held him there for a few minutes and then gave a little jerk.“Hey, you bastard, no biting.” Then CJ pulled away from the wall and frog marched Binggum over to a wood-topped desk. With a sweep of his hand, he pushed everything off the desk top and pushed Binggum down on his back on the cold surface. Holding him down with one mitt in the center of his chest, CJ spread one of Binggum’s knees up and out. “A little help here?” he asked me, and I walked over and took the other leg and pushed it up and out, bent at the knee. “Surfacing submarine maneuvers,” he said, and I figured out immediately what he was going to do. I moved my other hand over and circled Binggum’s asshole and CJ’s buried cock, giving CJ and more visible target. Binggum was moaning.“What, What? What are you going to do?” “This,” CJ answered, and with a great slurping sound, he pulled his cock all the way out of Binggum in one smooth glide. He brought his mouth down on Binggum’s cock and slid all the way down on it twice, in two swift motions. Binggum was engorging again, and voicing little, “Oh, oh, oh’s.” Then CJ raised up again, reared his butt cheeks back, and, in perfect targeting, entered and buried his cock up to the hilt. Binggum screamed and jerked. CJ pulled all of the way back, reared his butt back again and then thrust forward again, pushing Binggum further up on the desk top with the furry of his motion. Binggum moaned and jerked again. Binggum’s head was bouncing off the wall, and he had to lift his hands up to the wall to cushion the blows. CJ lowered his mouth and swallowed Binggum’s rising cock again in one swift


motion, then again, and then a third time. This was followed by three swift, deep thrusts by the battering ram.Then a series of four. Binggum’s screams of pleasure were overriding his yelps of pain now. “Get the pattern?” CJ asked through clinched teeth. “Oh, yes, yes. God you’re good.God, god, fuck me. Fuck me harder. It’s been so long since I’ve had it this good.” But in short course he would be having it good . . . times two. Chapter 6 Doubling the Client’s Pleasure

Having royally fucked our prospective client on his desk, the wheels of CJ’s mind were spinning for the ultimate deal closer. He turned to me and said, “Now for a change of pace. Here, help me turn him.” And there, on the desk, we rotated Binggum around CJ’s buried cock so that he was face down. He held Binggum down on the tabletop with one hand in the center of his back and held one leg out to the side, while I held the other. And then CJ began to rotate his hips in a revolving motion that stretched Binggum’s ass even further and moved CJ’s dick around the happy client’s ass rim. Binggum was moaning in pleasure, and he brought his hands back to spread his butt cheeks himself. “Join me?” CJ asked after a series of varied-rhythm pumpings. “I really shouldn’t,” I answered. “This was only supposed to be the appetizer. I’m supposed to be the main course, after the papers are signed.” “But you can’t resist, can you?” CJ responded with a laugh. “I don’t think we need to worry about spoiling the main course or about the papers needing to be signed, do we,Love ?” CJ lowered himself on Binggum and nuzzled his face into his neck. “No,” Binggum gasped. “Do it. You know you promised me a double the next time we did business, and I’ve never been this open before.” “Well, okay,” I said, “but don’t look. The strip is part of the main course.” I walked over to where Binggum couldn’t see me, no matter how he strained to do so and stripped off my chaps, my pants, and my net sock jock. The freedom it brought felt good. I’d had a hard-on for what seemed to be forever, and the net had been chafing me. As I pulled the jock off, I could hear CJ take in a gulp of breath. “God, you’re beautiful, he said. I didn’t know you could get so big.” “What?” Binggum asked. “What’s happening? What did you say?” “Just that you’re a very, very lucky piece of ass,” CJ said, with a chuckle. I went over to the coffee table, took a big glob of ointment, and rubbed my dick down with it. It felt cool, and I found it had a numbing agent of the skin but something that increased the sensitivity of the


glans. This was going to be fun. I walked back over to the desk, approaching from the rear so that Binggum couldn’t see me, my big, thick tool freely flopping in the air. “This might be tricky,” I said as I approached. “Got any ideas?” “Piece of cake,” CJ answered. “I can crouch forever. You can have top.” With that, CJ crouched down, but his chest went back rather than forward and he had his weight balanced on the toes and balls of his massive feet. His dick went down to the bottom of Binggum’s asshole and retracted several inches as he crouched, and I could see what looked like a good bit of room open on top. I came up between CJ and Binggum’s butt. CJ pulled out of the hole until only his glans had purchase, and I threw my leg over the space between the two men. CJ was crouched down far enough that I could easily stand between them, my butt cheeks cuddled into CJ’s stomach and my dick running up Binggum’s butt crack. I gave him a couple of strokes there for effect. Binggum shuddered with pleasure and had both of his hands running down my dick from glans to root before I could do anything about it. His hands began to shake when he discovered I was still wearing the cock ring he’d seen in the men’s room back at the office. But then he squeezed it in a sign of approval. This show was for him, so I left him to it for a moment. Then I said, “You might want to get back to spreading those cheeks again, at least at first, if you know what’s good for you.” Binggum complied, and I lifted myself up a bit and guided the tip of my dick down to where it rested on top of where CJ’s dick was positioned just inside the entrance. CJ was pulled back so that when I came back down, my dick was laying along atop his. His was a bit longer, but neither of us had any reason to be ashamed. I moved both of my hands down and encased our cocks into one unit. I held them there for a moment, my cock still rising,CJ’s ramrod straight and strong. Then I undid the studded leather cock ring that had been nestled at my root, flipped it open from where it had been doubled up, wrapped it around our combined cocks, and fastened it again. A tremor went through CJ’s body, his cock hardened a bit further, and he gave a little sigh and buried his head into my neck and nibbled along the artery pumping blood up into my head. My blood began to boil. I turned my head, and we kissed. Binggum was giving little pants of anticipation. I removed one of my hands and pushed his free leg up and out again. And then, with me snuggled into his stomach, CJ slowly started to move forward and upward. A little thrill of sensation flashed through my glans as I felt it moving into Binggum’s tunnel, largely under CJ’s power. I wondered if there could possibly be room, but then there we were, both in up to the rim of our glans. Binggum continued panting and giving little mewing sounds. CJ’s and my kiss lingered and we opened our mouths to each other. CJ pushed us in a couple of more inches and then stopped and gently rocked back and forth, waiting for Binggum to open more. A couple of more inches and then it felt like we could go in for miles, and so CJ pushed us right in up to the hilt. My free hand no longer had any dick to hold, so I lowered it and found Binggum’s dick and balls. I played with the balls briefly and then began slowly milking Binggum’s cock. Binggum, very happy with himself, was giving little moans of pleasure and informing the world that he had done it; he had taken in two of the world’s largest and most luscious dicks. I could feel the change in CJ. The master of holding it was not far from giving up his load. I could feel that Binggum was loading up for another shot as well. I willed myself to time my load and Binggum’s shot to match CJ’s. CJ helped by losing control. He began to pump, and I had no control over that myself. His dick was supporting mine and he was providing the thrust from the rear with his massive thighs and calves.In. Out by a third and dive. Out by half and plunge. Out nearly all of the way and a deep thrust


that was extended by a flood of CJ’s cum.Then another spurt. And then a third, accompanied by my first. And then another by all three of us, simultaneously, that caused us to yell with pleasure in harmony—one well-oiled extraordinary fucking machine. Having cum before, Binggum’s effort was short-lived, but CJ and I bathed him all the way up to his eyeballs in our sperm. When I was sure that CJ’s legs must be about to give out, I stood up full, unfastened the cock ring, withdrew from Binggum, gave him a little pat on the butt cheek, and moved off to the side. “Take your pants into the other room and clean yourself up,” CJ said, as he held Binggum in place with his buried rod. “There’s a bathroom in there. Don’t let him see you yet.” I picked up my clothes and headed for the room, but I turned at the door in time to see CJ gently pull an exhausted Binggum up off the table and fold him to his chest with his arms under Binggum’s knees. He moved them to the sofa and slowly sank down into a double fetal position without losing the dog-in-the-bun position. Binggum was being very quiet. Chapter 7 Guess Who’s Coming for Dinner

When I had cleaned up and returned, I found that CJ had wiped himself off with a washcloth that Binggum had conveniently previously located in a bowl on the coffee table and was stuffing and buttoning his cock back into his red-silk pouch. Binggum was stretched out on the sofa, another wash clothlying near him on the floor, probably used with a gentle touch by CJ in the most customer-friendly fashion, his tumescent cock nodding up and down on his belly, and a definitely satisfied smile on his face. CJ hadn’t yet seen me and was addressing Binggum.“So, dinner anyone? Or do we have the fortitude to move right onto the signing and the main course? Or do we just skip the main course altogether because the appetizer was too much?” Binggum lifted his head and replied, “Not on your life on skipping the main course. But dinner might be a good idea, and I might have to pop a few pills to continue much beyond the signing. God, I wish you weren’t on the other coast, CJ—and that your company provided all of the corporate support my company needed.” Then Binggum and CJ simultaneously caught sight of me, and Binggum’s eyes nearly popped out of his head. I had shed everything down to my toes but the black net pouch jock and had only put back on the slender black leather vest and the smooth-leather black chaps. I was posing in the same doorway CJ had posed in, nicely and fully tanned, my left forearm running up the side of the door frame, my hand flopped down on the top of my head, and the line from my beefcake chest tapering down to my washboard abs and slim waist curved to my jutting right hip. I had combed my curly chest and stomach hair to fine down that trailed down toward and into mygroin, and the sock jock almost, but not quite, met up with the studded leather ring at the thick root of my cock. The black netting left nothing to the imagination. “Oh . . . my . . . God,” CJ muttered. All Binggum could add was a husky, “I don’t think I’ll beneeding any pills after all,” and, to back that statement up, his cock was already jerking to attention.


The three of us moved into the dining room. Binggum motioned for me to sit beside him, but I took the seat across from him, and CJ took the seat on the end. There wasn’t much conversation as we were being served. Binggum couldn’t keep his eyes off me. Late in the meal, I found a bare foot on mine under the table, and I had little trouble deciding whose it was. Binggum was tentatively sliding his toes up under the fringe of my chaps. Just to show him how dexterous I was, I lifted one of my feet up to his crotch and got his cotton pants-encased dick between two toes. He gave me a sly look and pulled his pants down over his hips and started massaging my foot when I returned it to his dick. I moved the toes down the length of his dick and applied my big toe firmly on his piss slit, which made him lurch and cough at the table. “Perhaps its time for us to sign those agreements,” CJ said sweetly, as Binggum scrunched down in his chair, coming very close to going under the table completely. “Later, I think,” Binggum answered. “I think there perhaps should be a salad course before the main course, don’t you think?” “Oh, I think not,” CJ answered. “By the way,” he changed the subject brightly, “Did I happen to tell you that our friend Craig here had never been fucked before yesterday and that he has one of the sweetest and tightest asses you’ll ever meet?” Binggum, who had been taking a swig of his ice tea sputtered and had a coughing fit. I had to smile at CJ’s bald lie. But anything was legitimate in the corporate world to close the deal. “Are you all right,” I asked with concern, as I moved my other foot under Binggum’s ass and managed to wedge the big toe into his asshole. “Okay, let’s sign now,” Binggum said. “Where are the contracts and a pen?” As soon as both had signed, however, CJ pulled some leather straps out of nowhere and bound Binggum to his chair. “What’s this all about? Let me go,” Binggum roared, but there was a gleam in his eye that belied his ire. “Oh, shut up. You know this is how you like it. You can have him, but first you watch. As I said, for all his charms, Craig is practically virginal. I’m the only one who’s had him, and that was mostly a trial. We’re going to put a little preamble show on for you here. Maybe Craig won’t be quite so tight when it comes your turn.” “No. Stop. Let me go first,” Binggum pleaded. “God, you’re going to drive me crazy.” “Oh, yes we are,” CJ pleasantly agreed. He dragged Binggum and his chair around and over to where he could see a large open space in the middle of the lounge area. “Here, Craig,” CJ commanded. “Come over here and stand facing our host.” I dutifully walked over and stood in front of, and about ten feet from Binggum. CJ walked up close behind me and placed his hands on my hips. He kissed and nuzzled my neck and throat until I began to shiver slightly. He then ran his hands up and under my vest, while continuing to nibble on my neck. Binggum moaned slightly and tried to pull out of his chair. His pants were still down around his knees, and I could see that he already had a good hard on. CJ gently pulled the vest up and off my back and discarded it on the floor nearby. He covered my nipples with his strong hands and massaged. Now I was sighing as well, and I turned my head for a tender kiss. I could feel him rising against my butt cheeks, and


I pulled more closely into him. CJ was stroking down my chest now and onto my stomach. One of his hands continued on down, through my pubic hair, under the netting of my sock jock and wrapped itself around my engorging dick. The other hand returned to my chest and massaged a nipple. I moaned and raised one arm and laced my fingers into the hair at the back of his head. My other hand covered his down on top of the netting. I spread my legs a bit and nuzzled my butt closer to his ramrod. Binggum was licking his lips, enjoying his bondage and the view. CJ found the buttons on the sock jock and stripped it away and tossed it over by the vest. My cock and balls were now free and exposed. CJ took my hand, wrapped it around my cock and said, “Masturbate for a few minutes for our host, while I get more comfortable myself.” He moved over to the side, where both Binggum and I could see him, and slowly stripped. First his vest was peeled off, and then his pants, and there he stood in all his athletic glory. Meanwhile, I was slowly stroking my cock with one hand and moving my other hand around my body, feeling the ecstasy of solo flight. CJ moved back beside me, facing Binggum, and we both were masturbating ourselves, our cocks growing larger in unison. Binggum moaned and somehow managed to get his hand around his own cock. CJ pulled a couple of strings on my chaps and they fell away, and there we both stood, fully naked. He turned me until we were facing each other, our profiles to Binggum, moved to within six inches of me, took one of my hands and wrapped it around both of our dicks. I gently stroked them, and we kissed, as he covered my body with his hands. He broke away from the kiss, and, starting with my face, he kissed, tongued, and licked his way down my neck, around both nipples into both armpits and down my stomach, stopping for special attention to my navel, into my pubes, around my penis and to my balls, which he licked and slurped with a satisfying sucking noise that had Binggum banging away at his own cock. Then he moved me closer to Binggum, told me to turn around, spread my legs and grab my ankles. I dutifully complied. “There, have you ever seen such beautiful butt cheeks and asshole?” he asked Binggum. Binggum allowed as, no, he hadn’t.“And never seen this close by another man until yesterday,” CJ taunted. He squatted down between me and Binggum, and I felt my cheeks being spread. “Ah, look at the beautiful, tight hole.Still a little sore from its maiden voyage. You’d like to explore that hole on your own, wouldn’t you?” “Yes, of course,” Binggum said huskily. CJ reached up and flicked my asshole playfully with his tongue.“Yum, yum. Musk, A musky fresh tail,” he said. Binggum moaned. “And, oh look what I found under here.” I felt his hand glide over my balls and encase my dick. “I bet you’d like to get this inside you too, wouldn’t you? This is as little known to man as is his tight ass,” you might be interested in knowing. “You’ve already gotten more blow jobs off him and almost anyone else. Do you like to hear that?” “Yes,” Binggum said in that husky voice. CJ’s hand came back over my balls and stopped on the patch of skin between balls and asshole. He gently massaged me here and I sighed and squirmed a little. His tongue came back to my asshole; he flicked it and then ran his tongue around the rim. “There, see, it’s puckering a bit, and it looks just a little less tight to me. Does it look a little less tight to


you as well?” “Yes,” Binggum whispered. I flinched as CJ blew on my asshole and then touched either side with his fingers and pulled ever so gently apart. “You’d like to have a lick and a rim yourself, wouldn’t you?” “Yes,” Binggum whispered. “Well, I’m not in the mood to turn him over to you yet. I want one more dip myself first, I think.” “But you might ruin him for me,” Binggum whined. “Oh, I don’t know. I think it’s mostly in the preparation, don’t you?” With that, CJ turned me a quarter turn away from Binggum, but not so far that Binggum no longer had a clear view of my hole. “I think we start with the tongue and some lubrication,” CJ announced. And then he brought his lips to my ass and I could feel his tongue rimming me and adding fluid. He pulled my butt cheeks apart again with his hands, blew on the hole, and then returned to tonguing. He let loose of one cheek and ran his hand up and down my calves and thighs and then up to my ass again. “There, that’s a start. But I think we can make this a bit more entertaining for our host.” With that, the strong athletic CJ stood me up, put his arms around my waist and the small of my back and inverted me backward until I was bent over backward in front of Binggum, and slid me, ass over head up his trunk. He got his arms running down my torso and his arms hooked around my shoulders in a very secure pose. I draped my legs over his shoulder and behind him, and there I was, ass staring him in the face, balls hunched up below my penis, and my hardened dick pointed out to the world. As Binggum grunted in response, CJ buried his face between my butt cheeks and he started some serious tongue work on my ass. I must have started opening up, because in short order he had his tongue, which seemed to me mighty long and thick in and up to my prostate. I grunted, flinch, and moaned when he found that, and made a little attempt to escape, but he was holding me securely. “Oh, oh,” Binggum moaned. CJ came up for air and commanded, “Take your legs off my back and spread them like you’re doing the splits.” I did as he told me and felt myself opening up more. His tongue dug deeper and I felt wetter down there. “Very good,” he said, as he flipped me back over and had me stand butt cheeks before Binggum once more. He left me standing there and went back to the coffee table for the ointment. “Spread them and show it,” he said to me when he returned, and I leaned over, spread my legs apart and spread my butt cheeks with my hands. “There, do you see a lot of loosening and opening, Jonathan?” CJ cheerfully asked. “Some. But not enough, I’m sure,” Binggum responded. “Not nearly enough. You’ll tear him up. I’m smaller. Let me go first.” “Oh, I don’t think so,” CJ said. “Isn’t that a nicepucker ,” he declared as he proudly showed off my butt.


“Yes,” Binggum agreed meekly. CJ lathered up the big, thick fingers on one hand lavishly and knelt in front of me. He took my rod into his mouth and my hands went to the back of his head and wandered down to knead his shoulders as he gave me gentle head. With one hand he held my hip in place and the lathered hand snaked behind my balls, across the divide between that and my ass before moving to the entrance of my hole, where the hand spread out across my butt cheeks. I could hear Binggum taking in breath in big gasps and I could only imagine the pleasure he had of seeing that chocolate hand appear from between my legs and spread around my hole—and the pain of not being able to participate. CJ released my dong from his mouth and told me just to relax. However, I tightened when I felt the first, cold, lubricated finger at my door. Rather than pushing it in, though, CJ worked it around the rim of the hole until I relaxed. His index finger slowly worked its way in—in a fraction of an inch and then back out less than a fraction of an inch; hold until I’d relaxed and then in an inch and retracted half an inch. I tried to concentrate on what was happening in front and found that this wasn’t hard to do. He was rimming my glans with his tongue and giving some attention to my piss slit. I found that while concentrating on that, I’d missed the entry of the second finger. Both were in up to the knuckles now, and CJ started to slowly deep-throat my rod. He had his tongue underneath my dick and it was applying suction and pressure to the vein running the length of my cock. I wondered if I was naturally doing that as well when I gave head. It felt heavenly. I lurched as his finger found my prostate and gave it a little attention. That had two immediate effects. I, first, tightened my sphincter and almost expelled his fingers. But immediately after that, my ass canal just gave way and he suddenly had four fingers up the hole and was spreading it apart. And, then . . . Chapter 8 Icing the Deal

Binggum gave a little squeak, seeing those four fingers of CJ’s finger fucking my ass, and in a self-congratulatory voice, CJ said, “Didn’t think it could be done, did you? Don’t worry. No damage. It will tighten right back up after I’m done. Well, maybe not exactly right afterward, but certainly in time enough for you to have your jollies.” Quick as a wink, CJ was back up on his feet. He strode over to Binggum’s chair and laid it down on the floor, with Binggum on his back pointed up. “What? Why are you doing that?” Binggum asked in an uncertain voice. “Ringside seat, that’s why,” CJ answered. “You’re our honored host, and you get the best seat in the house.” He pulled me over until I was standing over Binggum’s face. “Tent yourself over him, with your chest on his legs and your piece just out of reach about his mouth,” CJ told me, and I did as he asked. I looked back to see CJ behind me, lubricating his flagpole. “Spread ’em,” he commanded as he walked in behind me, and I dutifully complied. No matter how opened he’d made me, I knew I’d want my legs spread as far apart as possible. He laid his dong inside the crack between my butt cheeks and gave it a couple of strokes and beat it against my cheeks a couple of times. “So, how’s the view down there, Johnathan?” CJ called down to Binggum.


“Just fine,” he answered. I expected his big dick head to approach first, but I was surprised to feel him kneel and give me some tongue again, followed by various fingers and puffs of air. But then, there it was, as I remembered it. It felt like the end of a broomstick and about three times as big as it had looked—and it had looked like a monster head, overflowing the thick rod that backed it up. That, at least was solace. Once the head was in, nothing wider was to follow. I grunted in slight pain as the glans pushed at the hole, and my legs trembled as it slid in up to and a bit beyond the rim.Binggum, who had a close view of it all, let out a little squeak of pleasure. I could feel one of CJ’s hands come around in front. He pulled my cock ring off and swirled it around Binggum’s mouth and nose, to Binggum’s great pleasure. Tossing that aside, CJ cupped my balls momentarily and then wrapped his hand around my cock close to the root and replaced the pressure the ring had been providing. I moaned, and my legs began to feel like jelly. Binggum moaned at the sight of what was going on just above his face. I could feel CJ take his own cock with his other hand and rotate it inside me, gently stretching the hole. He was whispering encouragement for me to relax and telling me how nice a fuck I was. Binggum was whispering his agreement. The cock had found the prostrate and, as before, I felt myself just releasing, and the cock slid in. “Ah, good, nice,” CJ murmured. That’s got a couple of inches in. It should be easier going now.A couple of inches?! I moaned again. It was painful, but possibly not as painful as the previous day’s fucks had been.“Ah another inch. It should slip on up now,” CJ was saying. “Now come back up to me, arching your back, chest out, and wrap your arms around my neck.” I started to come back up, but CJ told me to stop, as I could feel his dick losing some ground. With one hand on my lower stomach and the other gently pushing my lower back into an arch, he brought my butt closer into his crotch, and I could feel his rod pushing in further—even a little further than it had been before. I moaned—and Binggum moaned—but I rose back up, my back arched as wellas I could, and wrapped my arms around CJ’s neck. I felt CJ’s hands go below my knees in front of my calves, and he smoothly and effortless pulled me up in front of him as if I were sitting in a chair, but with my asshole arched back and up to provide an angle for a full-dick fuck. I could hear Binggum catch his breath. The half-buried cock and its receptacle must have been right over his face, giving him a full view of what was happening. And what was happening was that CJ’s cock was slowly but surely snaking its way up my innards. No inching and waiting now; he was gliding right on in. Even so, it seemed to be taking him forever, and I couldn’t feel his pubic hair tickling my ass yet. But then he pulled my folded legs a little bit closer, the angle on my ass increased just a smidgen, and he was in all of the way. “So, what do youthink, our dear host? Do you agree now it can be done?” “Yes, yes,” Binggum whispered.“Now me. Now, give him to me.” “In a bit, in just a little bit.” I want to show you how good he is. And then CJ began to rock the chair he had made of me, pushing me out so that an increasing amount of his dick root could be seen and then pushing back in. I was trembling and moaning, and Binggum was trembling and moaning as well. If anything, I felt CJ was getting bigger inside me.But I had stretched to where I could manage him, and, feeling this, he chose to give Binggum one last thrill. First he let one of my legs down and then the other. He still held me to him in position, skewered on his bludgeon, like a rag doll, in front of him. He told me I could let loose of his neck with my arms and let my chest and arms fall before me. Then he took a step back and lifted Binggum and his chair back upright. He stepped away from the chair, and, in Binggum’s view, while holding me in place across my stomach with one hand, took his other hand, and slowly spun my body around so that now my chest was suspended below him. Binggum wasbe able to see the root of his now floor-pointed cock rising out of my ass. He’d done all of this without losing purchase in my ass,


and the sensation of him rotating inside me hadn’t been all that unpleasant. “You can drape your legs over my shoulders again,” he said. And then he asked, “Do you think you can rise up and give us a kiss?” “Sure, I said.” It took really strong stomach muscles to pull myself up, but I did so, wrapping an arm around his neck and giving him a kiss. While we were kissing, though, he surprised me by, first, putting one foot up on the chair stool beside Binggum’s leg, and then the other one, so that he was standing facing the sitting Binggum. “I think we can all manage now, if we’d all like to be in the finale of this course,” said CJ. “If you go back down, Craig, I think you’ll be able to reach Binggum, and Binggum will be able to reach you as well.” I slowly dropped my trunk back down, and, sure enough, there was Binggum’s cock just about perfectly positioned for my mouth. I slid my mouth down over his stiff rod just as if I was sheathing him with a condom, and I felt that he, indeed, was able to do the same for me. As I felt CJ stiffing in preparation for shooting his wad into me, I snaked one hand around Binggum’s cock and dove for his balls with the other one to bring him to climax sometime close to CJ. Binggumcame just a fraction of a second before CJ let loose his first load. I didn’t come then, but after CJ carried me into the lounge and gently settled me down in the couch and he’d returned to let Binggum free, Binggum had run into the lounge and knelt before me, buried his face into my crotch, and covered my body with caresses and tiny scratchings and probings until I had come in three big spurts as well. He then pulled me up from the couch and out onto the patio and pulled me down behind him into the pool. He then turned to me, and I let his hands and lips wander all over me, as if I was some sort of new toy, while we drifted in the water and up against the side of the pool. At length, he lifted me out of the water and up in a sitting position on the side of the pool and gently gave me head until I was hardening again. All the time his hands were wandering around my chest and down my back. He lifted his lips from my dick and looked into my eyes with a questioning gaze. He then took the palm of his hand and placed it on my chest, and he hardly had to apply any pressure at all for me to lie back, pillowing my head on one of my arms. I scooted my butt out over the lip of the pool and brought both of my knees up so I was open to him. With a contented sigh, Binggum began to tongue my asshole. It must have closed back up nicely after the exercise CJ had given it, because Binggum was clucking and slurping with obvious pleasure. His tongue seemed longer and thinner than CJ’s—more like a cock than CJ’s actually—and his fingers were thinner and more sensitive and experienced than CJ’s had been. So, the experience, helped by the slowly moving water and the play of the lights on the pool, was quite pleasant. When I felt open enough, I pushed my legs back in the water, sat up, and entered the water between Binggum and the wall. Taking his mouth into a kiss, I laced my hands around his butt cheeks and pulled him to me. Our hardened cocks chafed each other between our bellies. I walked him back to the shallow end of the pool and pushed him down into a seated position on the wide step at the shallow end, His legs were extended out in front of him and his heels were on the floor of the pool below the steps. His back was pushed up against the rim of the pool. I straddled him, facing him, his legs between mine. I took his mouth in mine in a lingering kiss as I positioned his long, rather thin cock at my backdoor with one hand and slowly, ever so slowly brought myself down into his lap, his hands found my balls and cock. And we sat there in the evening breeze, water flowing around us . . . and in us . . . and through us. I gently tightened my asshole around Binggum’s cock and gave him the sensation of a slowly yielding, yet close-fit, deep, languid fuck. When we were finished, I rose from the pool and went over to a lounge chair, lay down and closed my eyes to nap. But that was not to be, as I awoke to two exploring hands on my chest, Binggum straddling me as I had straddled him, and my hardening cock slowly being engorged by Binggum’s much looser, but still very inventive, ass. I looked up to see that CJ had come out to the patio and was standing behind Binggum.


“Here, let me tighten this situation up,” he said, I felt his fingers probing inside Binggum and around my cock. He pushed Binggum down on his elbows just above me, encouraging us to kiss, and I felt CJ’s rod gliding in, this time above mine, and Binggum giving sweet little sighs and moans. I was tired enough that I just held my dick in place, plowed up to the root, and let CJ provide all of the friction action. CJ and I gave Binggum an added thrill by taking his cock in both our hands and giving it and his balls a double hand job. We still all came fairly close together and just laid there entwined as the night deepened. As I was drifting off to sleep, I heard Binggum ask softly, “Can I keep him?” “Not on your life,” CJ answered, “But he’ll be back the next time we have a deal to close.” Chapter 9 Secondhand Emotion

“That went quite well, I think,” CJ was saying to me as we sat in his cavernousPeachTreePlazaoffice. He was turned away from his desk and toward me, where I sat on his sofa. He was leaning back in his desk chair, legs spread apart, bouncing slightly off the balls of his feet, and scratching the bulge between his legs with little sign he realized what he was doing. Obviously quite comfortable in my presence—and considering what we’d recently shared, there was every reason he should be so. I might have to disrupt that a bit. “I’d like you to go back toSavannahand close down your apartment there,” he continued. “I think you’ll be here permanently now. You did really, really well.” “Thank you, CJ,” I answered. “I think I will need to close everything down inSavannah, but I may be moving farther thanAtlanta. I may be going out to the West Coast.” “Excuse me?” CJ, said, no longer rocking back but having sat up straight, both feet flat on the floor, full attention to me know. “Binggum has offered me a position.At a very comfortable salary. I’m considering it.” I had savored the moment I would be announcing this. Binggum had pretty much said I could name my own price if I moved in with him. I had laughed at the idea—at the irony of the chance to be both king and vagabond. But I hadn’t told him no. I told him I’d think about it. And, with a sense of victory, I no longer said what I said because I didn’t want to rock the boat, didn’t want to hurt anyone’s feelings—as I would have done just a few short months ago. I left it hanging because I was calculating what would be the best move for me. What was the king move? “Well, we can’t have that, can we?” CJ said. There was a gleam in his eye. This was what he was used to.Negotiating for big stakes. And I had suddenly become bigger stakes in his eyes. It was ironic that a threat to leave would make me a necessary asset. But this was the business world. It had its own rules. “I think we can meet Binggum’s offer.And maybe a better office and a company car.” “That sounds quite inviting,” I said. “Talk about inviting,” CJ said in that hoarse voice I’d come to be able to decipher so well.“How about a


good-faith gesture, a little bit of the dog that bit you last night?How about it?” Nothing started CJ’s juices going more than a bit of high-stakes horse dealing. I unzipped as he stood and was opening his own fly and pulling that big, black cock of his out. I started to get up from the sofa, but he was already there, moving like a big, sleek cat from the jungle. He placed a big mitt in my sternum and pushed me back into the sofa. Then he grabbed both of my legs under the knees, wishboned me and pulled my pelvis forward, and his hard, dripping dick was at my entrance, just that fast.

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The CD was softly playing in the background when I entered Brice’s office in theSavannahbranch of Welch and Standish—but it wasn’t playing Elton John’s “Can You Feel the LoveTonight ?” thank god. Brice looked a wreck—to the extent that a naturally endowed hunk could look a wreck. “I’ve missed you,” he whispered. “What?” I asked, as I sat down in front of his desk. I’d heard him; it just was going to take me extra time to process it. I felt my old vulnerabilities bubbling up inside me. I had to resist them. Or at least I needed time to decide whether I really wanted to resist them. “I had no idea how much I would miss you,” Brice strove on. “I’ve been tied up in knots ever since you left. They told me not to get involved, that I was just preparing you for use at the home office. But you did get to me.I . . . I . . . think of you all the time.” “Brice . . .” “I think I love you. Oh, god, did I just say that?” Brice’s hands had gone to his face, covering his expression, protecting himself from whatever my reaction might be, the shock of rejection more dangerous than the shock of having admitted what he just revealed to me. “Brice . . .” “I know you must resent what I did for the home office . . .” “I love you too.” There I’d said it. Or I thought I’d said it. Maybe I had done nothing more than mumble it. “. . . but we could work through that.Sharon’s already out of the house. You could move straightaway in with me. Maybe you could get transferred backhere, or maybe we could just quit and open up our own firm, or . . .” He hadn’t heard me. He was jabbering on, trying to fill up all of the space, trying to push the elephant into the corner—his having blurted out such a raw emotion of his feelings and cravings. But it was a good thing he hadn’t heard me.Because as soon as I said it, I made my choice. I wanted to be a king, not a vagabond. I didn’t want to be at Brice’s mercy or beck and call or at his or anyone else’s whim. I’d be a fuck tool for the firm, but they’d make me a king in the process—just like CJ was a king. What was


love? What was that to me? Brice had run out of gas and was just sitting there, looking defeated, able to tell from the look on my face that I was no longer the naïve young man he had fucked and sent off toAtlanta.That I was someone else altogether. And in the silence, the song playing on the CD cut through and sliced into my heart like a knife.Tina Turner singing, “What’s love but a secondhand emotion?” And then I laughed and strode and backed toward the door, as Brice sat there, defeated, deflated, looking at me with longing eyes. Precisely true. This was the business world. What does love have to do with it? I chose to be king. The End ABOUT HABU

habu, a bisexual former supersonic spy jet pilot, intelligence agent, and diplomat, is a published mainstream novelist and short story writer under another name and in another dimension of his life.

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ACROSS THE THRESHOLD By habu What gay male can ever forget his first full-blown sexual experience—a particularly memorable first time, given the conventions of society? The first time can be the culmination of long-held frustration, or completely casual and come as a complete surprise. It can be traumatic or sought; imprisoning or releasing, disappointing or far beyond the wildest dream. First times can be prearranged or ritualistic; spontaneous or unexpected by both parties. The first time could have been instigated by a predator, a new lover, or a savior, or even by the first timer himself. The situation and venue can be sordid or off-the-cuff convenient, or might involve silken sheets, candles, champagne, prolonged seduction and foreplay. But for most men, the one thing it cannot be is forgotten. This anthology provides a treasure trove of thirty-five short stories of separate, varied “first time” gay male experiences, from the stalked to long anticipated, from the romantic to the brutal, for the young or not so young. The one central theme of all of these stories, however, is the experiences depicted all result in the beginning of a new lifestyle, not the ending of a world. Warnings: This title contains graphic language and m/m sex.

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“So, don’t tell me you haven’t thought about it, Jake. We all do, of course. Don’t you?” “No . . . Ummm, yes, I guess so now and then.” Wrong answer.The hand that wasn’t using its fingers to brush my arm was now tentatively fondling my cock. And my cock was responding, not paying a bit of attention to the signals of confusion and muddleheadedness and panic that were racing around my body. Lance was still lulling me with a nonstop soothing chant in the sing song voice of his. He was pulling me with him through the opening in the rock into the first, more confining, more private pool—the pool with the cascading waterfall that filled my ears with the sound of rushing water. I was crying out as Lance’s hands raced across my body, finding curves and crevices and making me tremble and twitch and feel oh so aroused and concerned and needy and reluctant and violated all at once. The splashing of the waterfall dulled even to my own ears my cries and moans of receding protests as Lance turned me and hunched down and made a lap to accommodate the mounds of my buttocks. My own cries should have steeled my defenses against the feel of his strong, throbbing cock running under mine and his fingers pinching at my nipples and his teeth nipping at the hollow of my neck as he pulled me closer into him and let me feel the heat and inviting hardness of him. But the noisy splashing of the waterfall covered all ofthat, dulled my senses of what the cries should have alerted me to. I did clearly hear the cry of pain and invasion when Lance lifted me and settled me down on his cock


head and forced his way past my virgin ring and ever so slowly and relentlessly filled me to capacity to the bottoming depth deep inside me. But it was too late then for cries. And there was no one else in this forested fastness to hear me or to come to my rescue or to witness this passing beyond a threshold that I never again could regain. My whimpers of pain and violation slowly receded into cries of passion and urgings of filling and satisfying as Lance lifted and lowered me in that watery swirl on his powerful tool. He nuzzled my cheek with his lips and continued to whisper calming words of endearment and encouragement to me, as he lifted me up and down on his manhood with strong hands on my hips. I arched my back in the taking, first, stiff as a board, but as I realized both that I had now given up all there was to surrender and that I not only could now accommodate it but also was enjoying it, the tension flowed out of my body and I began to match the rhythm of the fuck. Sensing I had melted to him, Lance nibbled at my cheek and I turned my head to him and let him possess my mouth, making my surrender, my acquiescence, my complicity complete. He settled me down into his lap, his dick far up into me, just holding now, as he moved a hand around to my cock and stroked me off until the water around us was cloudy with my cream. Then heraised out of his crouch and moved through the water, still buried deep inside me, back to the middle pool. He moved over to the side of the pool, near where our clothes lay. He made a cushion of sorts with my clothes on the rocky ledge dropping right at the side of the pool and, pulling me off his tool, turned me and laid me gently down on my cushioning clothes on my back. He was standing in the water between my legs then. He lifted and spread my thighs, pushing my knees up into my torso, with his strong hands, and slowly slid his cock back inside me and fucked me, fucking and fucking and fucking until I felt him give a little lurch and then pull his cock out and shoot his warm cum on my belly… BUY THIS AND MORE TITLES AT www.eXcessica.com

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DEATH ON THE RHINE byhabu

When his partner and lover is murdered in an investigation of an international crime syndicate, New York police detective Clint Folsom takes leave from his job and flies to Europe in pursuit of the killer. Folsom finds his quarry on theRhineRivergay male-oriented cruise ship, the MS RiverGod, murdered in the same sadomasochistic manner his partner had been killed. As the cruise glides down the Rhine toward Amsterdam, stopping at German cities along the way to add flavor and twists to the increasingly


complex plot, Folsom is thwarted at every turn in his inquiries. He slowly unravels not only what is at stake but also who is involved while finding sexual release among the crew and passengers of the River God. When the German police inspector Sigmund Frist enters the scene, Folsom himself becomes the pursued in more ways than one. A traditional “who done it?” detective murder novel chockablock with intriguing gay male characters and encounters.

Warnings: This title contains graphic language, m/m sex and violence.

RAINBOW REVIEW FOR DEATH ON THE RHINE BY FROST’S FANCY: 4/5 An astonishing opening rockets the reader straight into the heart of this very intense novel…Death on the Rhine is a truly nonstop rocket of a story with sexual adventures that never end and murder, sadism, and sociopathic evil determined to carve its wedge out of society…Not for the faint of heart, Death on the Rhine is still a fascinating, explicit, suspense-laden mystery which will keep the reader flipping the pages with caught breath.

FLYING HIGH byhabu

Warning: This title contains graphic language and m/m sex.


FlyingHigh provides a three-decade memoir of the gay portion of a male bisexual’s awakening to, nearly unfettered enjoyment of, and sometimes bittersweet reflections on the active gay lifestyle on the international scene in the latter third of the twentieth century. The author was a male model and film actor who turned to international intelligence service during the Vietnam War era, a career that started off in the stratosphere as an SR71 photo-reconnaissance jet pilot and moved on to more earth-hugging intelligence and diplomatic service in Asia and the Middle East

Although coming late in his late twenties to the gay scene, the author’s sexual encounters and experience as a willing bottom blossomed quickly in the exotic, sexually free, risk taking, and pre-AIDs environment of Bangkok, Thailand. FlyingHigh covers the high points of the author’s sexual experiences in twenty-three short stories that are chronologically laid out.

These stories take the reader from the author’s male-male initiation in Bangkok in the mid 70’s through sexual encounters during stints in Japan and the Middle East to the concluding years of the last decade of the twentieth century as he thought his gay life activity was waning, only to be joyfully reawakened. The author provides a no-holds-barred, insightful, never shirking from bittersweet remembrances series of snapshots that move from the free, sensual, “anything goes” international gay scene through the realities of the horror of AIDs to appreciation for the deep, lasting relationships that arise from the world of men loving men.

SECOND COMING: EMILE LACOUR UNLEASHED


byhabu

Emile LaCour, scourge of the finest young male flesh of the late eighteenth and early nineteenth centuries in the plantation area of the Louisiana delta region, has been freed from his tomb to sustain himself once more by loving the young men ofNew Orleansto death. He does so by draining them of their blood and vitality which then rejuvenates LaCour.

Lamont Breaux, who is responsible for freeing LaCour in an effort to uncover the vast fortune LaCour’s family hid before LaCour was entombed, oversteps his greed and falls victim to LaCour’s wrath. Needing a new financial manager and now wanting a companion as well, LaCour seduces Gage Angle, a blond giant member of a motorcycle gang.

LaCour’s experiment to find the balance between making love to Gage and loving him to death goes awry when the curse of LaCour’s never-ending life and the extreme requirements to sustain that lifestyle are transferred to Angle. Angle, however, is not the self-possessed moral decadent LaCour is, and his struggle with what LaCour is and what he himself has become leads to a fiery conclusion. Review for Second Coming by Frost’s Fancy, Rainbow Reviews: Emile LaCour is a tantalizingly subtle novel of the paranormal and a neat interweaving of historical and contemporary settings. Settle back in your favorite armchair and curl up for an enjoyable read of characters, plotting, and vivid imagery… Prepare to be tantalized and scintillated by Emile’s upfront eroticism…he is like a force of nature. Caution: kicker ending! Warnings: This title contains graphic language m/m sex.


RAVEN POSSESSION byhabu Raven Possessionis the saga of six decades of a remarkable woman’s life and of a strong man’s vendetta of possession and control over that woman’s family. Ada Raven, born in poverty and religious fundamentalism, wanted “it all” out of life and strove successfully to get it, but at a high cost, torn between an acclaimed novelist of enormous ego and determination and the man who patiently waited in the wings for decades to provide her refuge. J. H. Kincaid, a larger-than-life novelist of men’s adventure stories and of “bonding” and sweeping appetites wanted not onlyAdabut her sons to the third generation as well. Adawanted to experience andescape the world at the same time. And she wanted to be loved by men, powerful men, and her ravenous beauty guaranteed that she was.This saga of the Raven family takes the reader on a journey through the highlights of six decades of American history from the homesteading of the West to the false interlude of peace in the 1960s. It follows Ada from the small town Midwest, the St. Louis World’s, Fair, and the Spanish flu epidemic to a celebrity dude ranch in Colorado and ultimately to the halls of government in Washington, D.C., and the exotic Southeast Asia. But everywhere she turns, there is the brooding presence of J. H. Kincaid, manipulating and subjugating her family, until it all ends in smoke and explosion. Warnings: This title contains graphic language and f/m/m threesome sex. DARK ANGEL REVIEW FOR RAVEN POSSESSION BY FROST habudemonstrates a particular gift for winning the reader’s attention immediately while weaving a complicated plot with numerous main and secondary characters swimming in a sea of erotic stimulation and suspense buildup… Caution, reader: once you open the first page, you’re hooked!


TUSCAN TWILIGHT By habu The aging Conte, Luciano, in an autumn glow of romance, takes the stranger, Dakota, as his long-lost lover, whom Luciano had forsaken to take up his traditional role as the head of the family. Dakota quickly begins to act as a catalyst throughout the moldering Italian noble family, already too overly burdened by a quickly disappearing traditional order of society in the vineyard-clad hills ofTuscany. The Conte’s grandson, Paulo, training by family tradition for the priesthood, latches onto the American stranger as his deliverance into another lifestyle altogether, while the Conte’s granddaughter, Gabriella, thoroughly disgusted with the paternalistic order she is bound to, seeks any avenue of escape. Rosella the maid—and Conte’s mistress—a woman society designated to serve the noble family, and the local villager portraitist, Giovanni, besmitten with Gabriella but unable to break the barriers of social status to claim her, are both also caught up in the winds of change unleashed by the appearance of the American stranger. This is the story of five men and women, all thrown toward disintegration and release by the appearance of one young, blonde American stranger, the fiery spark who sets the sun on an ancient Tuscan order.

RAINBOW REVIEW FOR TUSCAN TWILIGHT BY FROST’S FANCY: 5/5 Author habu once again captivates with his winning lyrical prose style, and immediately catapults the willing reader into entrancement… Even when setting his fiction in an exotic locale ~ in this case Tuscany ~ habu is a wizard of enchantment and entices readers into his cave of magic with a few well-chosen


phrases, then introduces us to characters who come to seem as close as our family, friends, and neighbors…Again habu serves up a don’t miss, steaming, character-driven story that deserves reading and rereading. Tuscan Twilight is very special.

VORTEX By habu Young, naïve and enticing, Kevin is driven by curiosity in alternate lifestyles and finds himself smitten by hunky Doug—and more, is willing to be taken by him. But what Kevin doesn’t know is Doug has only seduced Kevin to provide a virgin for the satanic “rejuvenation” ritual of a coven mastered by the rich and hugely endowed Donatien. Still driven by his attraction to Doug, Kevin schemes time and again, in a spiraling vortex down toward despair, to pull Doug from the clutches of the coven and to escape Donatien’s obsession with possessing him.Will both Kevin and Doug be sucked into hell on earth, or will they eventually find a way out of the whirlpool together? Warning: This title contains graphic language, bdsm, nonconsent, m/m and anal sex.


DARK ANGEL SOUNDING By habu

A young man’s personal experience cautionary tale of falling ever deeper under the sway of a practitioner of one the most dangerous and invasive and least discussed and written of male sexual practices—sounding—in his pursuit of being totally and fully dominated and possessed. How fully can he be taken? Will he succumb to the satanic magician or escape the wand of control invading his very being?

Warning: This title contains graphic language, elements of bdsm, fetish, sex toys as well as m/m, anal and group sex.


HARD KNOCKS U By habu

Ron might be a hunk, but he’s incredibly naïve, and now that he’s transferred to a college far away from home, he quickly becomes the prey of both male professors and students alike. His logic professor manages to seduce him by—what else?—using logic, and when he goes to the dean-slash-wrestling-coach to complain, he’s taken in once again. When the wrestling team starts handing him around like popcorn, Ron decides the only way to escape his predicament is to recruit a replacement—and sexy, young Ben is just the sort of naïve student he’s got in mind…

Warnings: This title contains graphic language, m/m, mmf, anal, group and nonconsensual sex as well as bondage and sex toys.


CRUISING THROUGH HISTORY By habu

Since the beginning of man, the unfolding of history has been dominated by the forces of conquest, seduction, and lust. And the pursuit of man by man, although mostly carried out in whispers and in the shadows, is as ancient and constant as history itself. This is a cruise through history in twenty-two short stories, careening from a brash assault on the gates of a Chinese brothel by an adventuring, demanding West to the shores of Tripoli, from an American Revolutionary War colonel’s tent to the brutal dawn ravishment at Pearl Harbor—and even on to alien visitation and into outer space itself. Herein you will discover a fast and furious journey of varied and unique tales, touching down capriciously here and there in unexpected places and events in time where men seek out other men for conquest and pleasure. You will be entertained and heated up to the fantasy and treachery and the triumph and glory of the passion one man can have for another—and the sometimes dire, sometimes fully satisfying consequences, that can have in the pursuit of that passion—down through the ages.

Warnings: This title contains m/m, mmf, bdsm, graphic language, fetish, anal sex, group sex, violence and nonconsent.


DEATH IN EDEN By habu

In the second Clint Folsom gay male murder mystery, unapologetically promiscuous bottom NYPD detective Folsom finds himself flying to a wealthy hunt country suburb of Washington, D.C., at the request of a former lover, Peter Blair, who is now the Loudon County, Virginia, police chief. He has been summoned to whitewash the murder of a former Mafia sex-torture assassin, Johnny “The Club” Wallace, who had once assaulted Folsom himself. Wallace has been salted away in the unlikely rich hunt country location with the witness protection program but, at the time of his death, was close to being charged in the molestation of the Loudon County Commonwealth Attorney’s luscious blond hunk son, Jason. Blair himself was known to have threatened the life of Wallace. Although obviously meant to finger the Mafia for the hit on Wallace, theLoudonCountyauthorities haven’t counted on the dedication, honesty, and tenaciousness of Clint Folsom. Warnings: This title contains graphic language, m/m, anal and group sex, bdsm elements, fetish, sex toys and rape.


MAN’S MAN: TALES OF A HIGH-PRICED GAY HOOKER By habu Brian Hinton hasn’t set out to be a high-priced male prostitute based inL.A.but traveling far and wide to serve the desires and fetishes of rich and powerful men who can afford to pay $3,000 an hour for his attentions. Like many young, handsome men with acting talent that shines brightly on the small-town stage, Brian wants to break into movie stardom. But also like many of these young men, he finds that his greatest talent and charisma is in being at the beck and call of already-successful men who have unusual appetites and thick wallets. Unlike some of these other men, though, Brian embraces the possibilities and makes the most of the natural allure that he evokes in other man and, with gusto and without apologies or reservations, enters into a fascinating life of making the most of what he has in a reality-based arc in the spotlight that begins in naïve, overstretching ambition and ends with a satisfied sigh. Warnings: This title contains graphic language, bdsm, fetish, sex toys, and m/m, anal and group sex.


MY NEIGHBOR’S HOT TUB By habu

A warm spell after a particularly cold winter and early spring can be unhinging, leading one to be open to adventure, getting comfortable, and letting loose. Young Glen is straight but is the curious sort and always is happy to experiment in search of pleasure and new adventures—and his wife has gone to her mother’s for a week. These events intersect to find Glen accepting an invitation to try out the hot tub of his older, but hunky divorced neighbor, Marty, who is prone to bringing young men home from the gym. The result is inevitable and explosive.

Warnings: This title contains graphic language, m/m, anal, group and nonconsensual sex.


TROPICAL SIZZLERS By habu

Steamy climates.Hot men.Sizzling man sex.This meaty forty-story anthology takes you around the tropical and semitropical belt of the world in a whirlwind introduction to some of the hottest and most exotic male-male action and varied tales of taking you could wish for. We have served up for us herein spicy platters of drama, amusement, pathos, domination, discovery, arousal, melting of reluctance, irony, and surprise: your porn stars gone wild, your jungle soldiers in search of adventure, your older men dominating young hunks, your sex-rocked yachts, your gay bordellos and male prostitutes on the prowl, your no-swim suit pools, your exotic sex nests, and your hot night life and full-throttled spirals into seduction and realization of dreams and hot-blooded passion. So, pull on your Speedos (or not) and head for the tropical beaches of the Caribbean, the Atlantic, the Mediterranean, the Indian Ocean, and the Pacific to see how many ways and in how many different hot and humid locales you can be aroused and satisfied.

Warnings: This title contains graphic language and m/m, fetish, anal, group and nonconsensual sex.


TRIP MONEY By habu

It was not a good day for Ben. He’d stumbled upon the sight of his best friend, Digger, in the sack in their shared university dorm room with his girlfriend, Stacey, who had put off his own advances because she was “saving herself for marriage.” Then suite mate J. D. both lets Ben know that Digger and Stacey had been going at it all semester and then comes on to Ben himself. Confusion sets in when Ben realizes that he was more attracted to Digger than to Stacey when he’d seen them in the act. Ben doesn’t know for sure who he wants, but he is soon put on the spot when Digger calls for a beach trip to his parents’ Nags Head vacation house for the whole gang. Ben doesn’t want Digger and Stacey going to the beach without him, but he doesn’t have the money for the trip. Enters older gym buddy Clint, with an interesting business proposition to help Ben earn his traveling money, a proposition that only adds to the pressures and confusions Ben has fallen prey to.

Warnings: This title contains graphic language and m/m sex.


BITTEN PEACH By habu

Bitten Peach is an eleven-story anthology capturing the essence of the deliciously euphemistic Oriental world of men making love to other men, arranged in a chronological sequence covering a 2,200-year period. These are stories that go beyond the random act of sexual release between men. They offer more complex and context-richer studies of gathering age-old themes, exotic settings, and all-so-human characters up into the Floating World of the Orient in which men give themselves to other men-some more freely than others-for something in return, whether it is for money, position, power, survival, honor, service, devotion-or, not all that rarely, really, in unconditional love.

Warnings: This title contains graphic language, m/m and nonconsensual sex.

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