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Toy Box: Latex by Mychael Black

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CONTENTS Kor'inth Tail-Gators Easy Contributors' Bios ****

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Toy Box: Latex Edited by M. Rode

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Definition: n. pl. la.ti.ces (la'ti-scz', lat'?-) or la.tex.es 1. The colorless or milky sap of certain plants, such as the poinsettia or milkweed, that coagulates on exposure to air. 2.An emulsion of rubber or plastic globules in water, used in paints, adhesives, and various synthetic rubber products. 3.Latex paint. Source: dictionary.reference.com/browse/latex Etymology: 1662, "body fluid," from L. latex (gen. laticis) "liquid, fluid," probably from Gk. latax "dregs," from PIE base *lat- "wet" (cf. M.Ir. laith "beer," Welsh llaid "mud, mire," Lith. latakas "pool, puddle," O.N. lepja "filth"). Used 1835 to mean "milky liquid from plants." Meaning "water-dispersed polymer particles" (used in rubber goods, paints, etc.) is from 1937. Source: www.etymonline.com

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Kor'inth by Mychael Black **** "Xun naut yutsu." Do not return The shimmering barrier separating the tunnels from the world outside molded into solid rock, sealing the way home forever. The dream jolted Kor'inth awake and he sat up quickly, banging his head on the low ceiling of the recess. The rest of the cave remained dark, but he was awake now. He fell back onto the roll of deer hide that served as a pillow and drew his hands down his face. Two years had passed since he'd entered into exile and the dreams still haunted him, night after night. And what did he have to show for two years? A hole in a cave wall. In reality, a life of freedom, even if it was in a cave, seemed preferable to the life he'd once led. Unlike many other males of his kind, he went against the grain, shunning a lifetime of servitude... to the females, anyway. Then again, his taste for men was what had landed him here. Women were allowed to indulge themselves with other women, but between men, such things were punishable by death in his society. Being the Queen's son was the only reason he'd been spared. Groaning and shaking the haze of sleep from his mind, Kor'inth sat up, slowly this time, and slid out of the recess. 6

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The cave floor felt cool and a light breeze blew against the tattered cloth covering the cave entrance. It wasn't quite summer, but the nights were growing warmer and drier. If anything, Kor'inth greatly missed the cool dampness of the earth. He glanced around and took a quick stock of supplies. Everything he had was handmade, using skills he had acquired while under the rule of the Qu'ellar d'Z'ress—the House of Dominance. He had never given much thought to the skills of survival before, but now, he had little choice. Satisfied with the inventory, he lifted the door flap and stepped out into the early dawn. The first rays of the sun were already starting to shine through the green canopy of the forest. The nocturnal denizens were settling down and, as he stretched, Kor'inth watched the early morning stirrings of the world around him. It had taken nearly five full moons for him to get used to the brightness of the outside world, but now he found that he enjoyed it. He loved his morning swims in the pool near his cave, and the moments of basking on a rock in the afternoon sun were enough to keep him above ground for a lifetime. But none of those pleasures could wash away the ache of loneliness he felt in the pit of his stomach, the marrow of his bones. When Serod had been put to death, it was all Kor'inth could do to keep from following his lover into the Eternal Abyss. As the others drank Serod's blood in the time-honored tradition, Kor'inth had been denied even that much. Now he had nothing. Nothing but his memories, and those too were now slipping away from him with the passing of time. He 7

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needed someone—a man—to hold him and keep him, a man to serve for the remainder of his days, a man he could love and who would love him. **** Kor'inth didn't leave his safe haven in the forest until nightfall. Having been stripped of his magic, his only advantage in the outside world was the color of his skin. His kind weren't unknown, but as a general rule, they tended to remain secluded and secretive. A female dark elf might venture outside, but a male one rarely ever did. Kor'inth, however, couldn't wait any longer. With a dark cowl over his head to cover his hair, he nestled into the shadows, his ebony skin providing the perfect camouflage. From there, he waited and watched as people went by. The building in front of him had shown promise when he saw several young men led by others by way of chains attached to collars. Longing stirred within him, longing to be one of those young men. Kor'inth closed his eyes for a moment to rein in his thoughts and desires. He needed to get in there, but he had no money and, although many patrons wore little in the way of clothing, he doubted an unclothed dark elf would be welcome. As he opened his eyes, he became aware of someone watching him. His first instinct was to run. In two years, he'd had no contact at all, save for the creatures of the wild. But now? He felt as if he were on display. He looked around and shrank further into the blackness. Perhaps it was only his imagination. 8

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"I've seen many females of your kind, but never a male." Kor'inth froze and every inch of his flesh prickled with sudden heat. He hadn't planned on getting caught. He watched, not daring to even breathe, as a figure stepped closer. He could see the outline of a masculine body, but the man's face remained hidden by the shadows. Nervousness skittered up Kor'inth's spine when he realized this man had been watching him. He could almost feel the man's gaze caress every bare inch of his body. "You want to go in there." Kor'inth nodded slowly. "You want to be one of them, to serve." "Yes," Kor'inth whispered. A hand extended, reaching down to him. "Come," the man commanded softly. "I have some extra clothes in my car. You will dress and then we will go inside." Kor'inth hesitated for a moment before taking the man's hand. The grip was firm and strong, and a fleeting thought of that hand wrapped around his cock pulled a low groan from Kor'inth's throat. He put forth no resistance when the man reached up and pulled the hood off. Hair as white as newlyfallen snow spilled over Kor'inth's shoulders and down to his waist. Out of instinct, he lowered his gaze and kept his head bowed. A single finger under his chin, however, lifted his head. When his own red gaze met a dark blue one, his heart nearly stopped. The man stood much taller, nearly six feet to Kor'inth's five-foot-eight. The man's shoulders were broad and square, his torso lean and firm. He wore an open vest, and Kor'inth 9

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fought the urge to reach out and run his fingers through the sparse patch of black hair on the muscled chest. The hair tapered down the man's belly and disappeared beneath the waistband of his pants. Kor'inth ached to touch the muscular, leather-encased legs, to kneel at the black-booted feet. "Do you agree to follow my commands this evening? Without question?" "I do," Kor'inth answered quietly. The man smiled and Kor'inth's breath caught in his throat. Two impossibly sharp teeth reflected the scant sliver of light as the full moon emerged from behind the clouds. A vampire. Kor'inth remembered the stories of such creatures, but had never expected to meet one. "Do I frighten you?" Kor'inth shook his head slowly. When he managed to find his voice, he whispered, "No, Sir." "You have never seen a vampire." "Only in pictures and through stories." Kor'inth took in the sight before him. He wasn't even aware of his own arousal until the vampire's gaze shifted down and a predatory smile framed those teeth. "What is your name?" "Kor'inth Rothe, Sir," Kor'inth said without hesitation. The vampire nodded and seemed to expect more. "Of Qu'ellar d'Z'ress, the House of Dominance." Those dark blue eyes sparkled with something unreadable in their depths. "Very good." The man wrapped an arm around Kor'inth's shoulders and smiled down at him when a shudder slid up Kor'inth's spine. "I am Soren Winters. But to you," he said, "I 10

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am Sir. If, during our time together this evening, I do something you genuinely do not wish me to do, it is your right to stop me. If you truly wish for me to stop, say 'apple.' Any questions?" Kor'inth thought for a moment as they walked along, keeping to the shadows as much as possible. "No, Sir." They neared a dark blue car and Soren pulled a set of keys from his pocket and pressed a button. Kor'inth jumped when lights flashed and a horn sounded. Soren gave him an apologetic smile. "I'm sorry. I forgot you would not be used to such things." He led Kor'inth to the back of the car and opened it. As he rummaged through a black bag, he glanced at Kor'inth over his shoulder. "Now, is there anything you do not wish me to do, under any circumstances?" Kor'inth had no idea how to answer. All dark elves learned about the human world, but when it came to choices, males were not encouraged to make their own in a female-dominant society. At forty-two years, he was still considered young by his own kind, and in all that time, never once had he been asked such a thing. He studied Soren, watched the muscles flex and move beneath smooth, pale skin. He thought back to times when he had not wanted what was done, and they were few in number. "No wastes." Soren chuckled and straightened, something dull and black in his hand. "You have no worries there. As a vampire, I produce none. Blood is completely absorbed. Anything else?" 11

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"No, Sir." Kor'inth shook his head. His gaze, however, remained locked on the material Soren held. "Have you seen anything like this before?" "Only in pictures, Sir." Soren looked Kor'inth up and down. "Yes, I believe it will fit nicely." He stepped closer and Kor'inth's breath caught. The man smelled like the deep earth, the forest, musk. He smelled nothing like Kor'inth often thought a human male would. "Are you afraid?" Soren whispered near Kor'inth's parched lips. Kor'inth wanted to shake his head, say no, anything to hide the actual fear he felt. Soren's lips quirked in a slight grin. Kor'inth had the distinct feeling that the man saw right through him. "There is no need to fear me." Soren caressed the backs of his fingers down Kor'inth's left cheek, a faint trail of heat following in their wake. "I will not harm you out of cruelty or spite." "I know, Sir." Kor'inth swallowed. "I am afraid... but I want to join you." "Good." Soren held up what Kor'inth realized was actually a garment. "While I do enjoy showing off my playthings, for tonight, you will wear this. Have you worn anything like this before?" "No, Sir. I've seen things like it, but never worn any." Kor'inth took the garment and held it up before him. It seemed too tiny to fit even his petite frame, but when he pulled, the rubber-like material stretched. "What is it?" 12

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"Latex. Once it's on you, I have something I'll polish it with, to make it shine beautifully." Kor'inth glanced around, then at Soren. "Put it on now?" Soren nodded, arms crossing over his chest. It took a moment, but Kor'inth managed to figure the garment out. He stepped into the leg holes and pulled the rest up. His eyes widened when he felt a strap wedging between his buttocks, while the front cradled his cock and balls. With Soren's help, he crossed the straps in front over his chest, and slipped his arms through the sides, the garment forming an 'x' over his chest and torso. Soren walked around him, as if inspecting. "Nice." He traced a fingertip down Kor'inth's spine, then between his ass cheeks. "Very nice." Unable to bite back the soft moan, Kor'inth went up on his toes, body moving of its accord to push back into the touch. Soren's finger quested lower and Kor'inth closed his eyes. Never had anyone touched him with such tenderness. "Tell me," Soren murmured. "What experience do you have in this?" Kor'inth whimpered when Soren tapped the latex strap over his entrance. "Only... oral, Sir." Behind him, Soren let out a low growl. "Do you object to more?" "No, Sir." Kor'inth shuddered and spread his thighs more. Shielded by the bulk of Soren's body, Kor'inth cared little for what others might see and bent forward over the back of Soren's car. "Sir... Please..." "Spread 'em." 13

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Kor'inth did as instructed and moaned when a slick finger circled over the latex strap. He started to reach back and move the offending material, but Soren seized his wrist and pinned it to the cool metal of the car. With his other hand trapped between his torso and the vehicle, Kor'inth had no choice but to submit to the man's will. The touch ghosted over bare, puckered flesh, then moved back over latex. Kor'inth's cock hardened and the rubbery material grew tighter against his body. "Like that, do you?" Soren pressed in the tip of his finger and Kor'inth whimpered. "That's it," the vampire purred. "Let me in." His breath caught in his throat, Kor'inth felt himself give way to the welcome intrusion. No one—not even his one lover before—had done such a thing. Despite his natural subservient station in life, his status as a prince kept him virginal until his fate was decided amongst the others. Now, he held it in his own hands... The finger plunged inside him and rubbed lightly over something deep within that made Kor'inth's knees buckle and his insides twist into pleasurable knots. "You're thinking too hard," Soren whispered. "Let it go, Kor'inth. They no longer control you..." Kor'inth gasped as one finger became two, stretching him deliciously, if a bit painfully. "But I do." "Sir." Kor'inth moaned and pushed back while Soren stroked in and out. Every withdrawal and re-entry took his breath away. "Sir, please," he begged. "I can't..." 14

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"You will." The fingers disappeared completely, but before he could mourn their loss, something harder and much thicker replaced them. Kor'inth rose onto his toes, forearm and forehead pressing onto the cold metal as his body engulfed the unforgiving thing. Then the burn subsided and nothing but fullness remained. The contraption lodged inside him kept his pulse racing and his cock hard as diamond. A sizeable hand gripped him through the latex pouch and squeezed. Kor'inth hissed, hips jerking. The movement made his sphincter seize, which sent the most incredible sensations straight through his body. "By the time I'm ready, you'll be begging to come." Kor'inth nodded frantically. He'd beg now if he could get the words out. Talking, however, seemed beyond him. Soren drew him up to stand straight and the thing inside shifted. Kor'inth's eyes rolled back and he slumped against Soren's bulk, shaking from head to toe. Soren chuckled. "I see you've never had your ass plugged either, hm?" "N-no, Sir," Kor'inth panted. Plugged. What an apt term for the situation. He'd shaken his fair share of bottled ales with their corks in. He knew what happened when the cork was removed. Now he knew how those bottles felt. Every tiny movement built up more need, more intense desire than he'd ever known. He almost feared the removal later. Soren slipped a finger beneath Kor'inth's chin and tipped his head back. Dark eyes met his for a brief moment, then the world tilted on its axis when Soren's lips touched his own. Kor'inth didn't need the coaxing, but even the slight swipe of 15

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the vampire's tongue made him shiver. When he opened, Soren delved inside, licking every inch. Without thinking, Kor'inth flicked his tongue over the point of one fang. Soren's deep growl filled Kor'inth's mouth and the kiss turned into something stronger, darker. A large hand fisted in Kor'inth's hair and jerked his head back, breaking the kiss abruptly. Wild eyes stared at him, predatory in nature. Gone was the Master in leather. Kor'inth didn't know what boundary he'd crossed, but the second the bite came, the answer no longer mattered. Kor'inth jerked in Soren's arms and held onto the man's shoulders, not trusting his own legs. He cried out and Soren bit harder. Then one hand dropped down and, with a deftness that surprised Kor'inth, Soren had his cock free. Thick fingers wrapped around his length and pumped him, from base to tip, with long, fast strokes. Panting, shaking, Kor'inth clung to his Master and shuddered, body spasming around the plug while he coated Soren's hand in his release. Soren licked the wounds closed. "Home," he grunted. "I'll be damned if anyone else sees this. It's mine." **** Kor'inth barely remembered the way or the ride 'home.' Soren lived in a nondescript brick house, the only evidence of his true nature being the black curtains in the windows. Soren turned off the car in the garage and Kor'inth followed him obediently into the house. Overall, it seemed like any other dwelling Kor'inth had seen pictures of throughout his life. 16

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"Where do you live?" The question snapped Kor'inth from his musings. "The forest, Sir. In a cave." One eyebrow rose. "I assume, then, that you no longer live beneath the surface like your brethren?" "No, Sir. I was... exiled, for relations with another male." Soren sighed and shook his head. "I'm sorry. Rest assured, you won't find such intolerance within these walls. In the outside world, it's unavoidable, but here..." Soren gestured around the large living space with its masculine decor. "The only thing I don't tolerate is dishonesty." "Yes, Sir." "Very good. Now that we have the basics covered..." Soren sat on the couch and crooked a finger. "Come here and show me how much you know." Kor'inth didn't need anymore convincing. He went over and knelt between Soren's splayed thighs. Beneath the leather, he imagined thick muscles covered in dark hair. He bent down and nuzzled Soren's crotch. The scent of pure male—of masculine power—filled his senses. "Pull it out." He unfastened Soren's pants and a thick cock pushed free of the confines. Kor'inth licked his lips, glanced up at Soren's face, then leaned down. He drew his tongue up the hard yet soft length, and once he reached the tip, he sucked it into his mouth. Soren groaned, one big hand resting on the back of Kor'inth's head. "That's it... suck it." 17

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His own cock hardening rapidly, Kor'inth sucked and licked, moaning around the silken steel between his lips. Soren's other hand joined the first and Kor'inth shuddered when his Master thrust into his mouth. Despite the aching need building deep inside, Kor'inth held onto Soren, encouraging, silently begging. When the moment came, he dug his fingers into Soren's hips as he drank every salty drop. He licked the last bit from the tip, then rested his forehead against Soren's thigh. Soren petted his head. "Rest, pet. There's much more to learn, and endless time to learn it." [Back to Table of Contents]

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Tail-Gators By Jay Lygon **** "We gotta game! Whoo-hoo!" Mike called out from the dorm hallway. He pumped his fist in the air until his glance settled on Carl. From across the room, Kevin watched the smile dim on his face. "Oh, it's you." He recovered quickly though and flashed his white-toothed smile again. "Good morning, Carl." Albert, the mascot of the University of Florida, grinned down from Mike's cowboy hat. Carl grunted. "Let me guess. You're a double major. Surfing and cow tipping." "Actually, I'm—" "Don't care, hayseed." Carl backed away from the door and flopped into his desk chair. Left standing in the doorway, Mike walked into Kevin and Carl's dorm room and shut the door behind him. He gave the popped collar on Carl's polo shirt a dubious glance and shook his head at the madras shorts. "Go, Gators!" Kevin called out from the far end the room. Mike's sunny smile, which had faded at the sight of Carl, cranked back to high voltage. For Kevin, it was as if the whole room brightened when Mike walked in. Then again, maybe Mike grinned like that because Kevin sprawled on his bed wearing only a white towel that contrasted with his deep tan. 19

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His brown hair was sun-streaked from a summer working as a lifeguard. The wisps of his treasure trail, which began just above the little bump of an outie belly button, was darker. Kevin gripped his cock through the towel just long enough to let Mike know how cute he was in that hat. He loved the way Mike's basketball shorts rode low enough on his hipbones to show off that chiseled Adonis belt and a hint of pale skin below Mike's tan line. As they'd worked together through the summer at the beach, Kevin got to watch the contrast above and below that line grow deeper. It had to be his favorite part of Mike to lick. The boy was tasty. No doubt about it. Mike set a small box on the sink near the door and bounded over to Kevin's bed. "Move." He slapped Kevin's feet and sat on the end of the bed on the wrinkled sheets. "I was just over at the stadium. Dad's got the smoker going. I told them we'd be there in a couple hours for lunch." He turned to Carl. "Dude, you're invited, too." Kevin was always amazed at how nice Mike was to Carl, considering how rude Carl could be. It was that famous southern hospitality, he supposed. All he knew was that he cringed every time Carl opened his mouth, as if he were responsible somehow for what his stupid roommate said. It wasn't just Mike, though. Carl treated all the guys in their floor as if they were idiots. Carl peered closer at his computer screen. "I don't have a ticket to the game." "You... What?" Mike turned his brown eyes on Kevin. His thick brows furrowed. "Is he serious?" 20

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"I've only been living with him for a week, so I don't know. Could be." Kevin pushed his toes against Mike's groin. The slinky fabric of Mike's shorts was as good as lube as his foot slid over Mike's cock. Carl sighed so hard that his boney shoulders heaved. He didn't turn from his computer. "I have work to do for my organic chemistry class. Some of us are serious about our studies. And as difficult as it is for you muscle-heads to comprehend, not everyone goes to football games." "I think he just insulted us." Mike leaned on his elbow and brought Kevin's foot to his mouth. The dimples of his grin deepened as he sucked on Kevin's big toe. Kevin jerked back. As Mike reached for the gap in his towel, Kevin nodded toward Carl and mouthed, "Later, Gator," to Mike. But he flashed Mike before covering his groin. "Carl, you can come to our tailgate party and not go to the game. Trust me. Once you've had our hot, succulent meat in your mouth, you'll be begging for more," Mike said. Kevin grabbed his pillow and put it over his face as he snorted. His eyes watered from the effort to hold back his laughter as he looked over Mike's head to see how Carl reacted. Carl didn't seem to have heard. Kevin swung his pillow at Mike. They tussled over it until Kevin ripped it away and stuffed it behind his back. Carl sighed again and turned away from his computer. "Your parents tailgate?" "I thought I said that. Didn't I just say it was a tailgate party?" Mike asked Kevin. "So your football-addled brain is hereditary." 21

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"My parents are members of the boosters club, and my grandparents, too. They're all alumni." "I suspected inbreeding had something to do with it." "Carl!" Kevin was about to light into Carl, but with one look from Mike, he fell silent. If Mike wanted to handle it, he was welcome to. Still, after the game, he was going to have a long talk with Carl. Mike rose from the bed. "Carl, I tried to get along with you since you're Kevin's roommate, and we'll be seeing a lot of each other this year, but, dude, I'm over you." Kevin got up, too. He dropped his towel on his unmade bed, grabbed a pair of jeans from the floor, and pulled them on. "Let's go to your room, Mike. We can get ready for the game there." Mike picked up the box he'd left by the door. He went out into the hallway. Kevin shoved his keys and wallet into his pockets. "Nice going there, Carl. No wonder you're a junior and still don't have any friends." He walked out of the room and shut the door behind him. "Sorry about him," Kevin told Mike. "You're the one who has to live with him." They headed down the long corridor. It was still early in the school year, so the cream walls weren't covered with flyers yet. Some doors were open, and they greeted guys as they walked to Mike's room at the end of the hall. "Is your roommate still asleep?" Kevin asked.

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"No. He already left for work. Poor guy. He's so bummed he's missing the game. I'm going to have Mom make him a care package." Mike unlocked his door. Kevin squeezed Mike's arm. "You're such a nice guy." Mike's dorm room was laid out like Kevin's. Next to the door was a small sink with a mirror over it and a small shelf for brushes and razors. Side by side desks sat opposite two closets. But where Kevin and Carl had their twins beds at the end of the long, narrow room, Greg and Mike had theirs set up as bunk beds. A thick throw rug and a tiny couch covered by pillows sat across from the beds. It made their space look comfortable, and bigger. As soon as the door was closed, Kevin pulled Mike close for a kiss. He slipped his hands down the back of Mike's shorts and squeezed muscular buns. Mike dropped his box into the sink and wrapped his arms around Kevin. "Well, good morning to you, too." "You're so cute in that cowboy hat. Makes me want to play rodeo." Mike nuzzled against Kevin's neck. "Mmm. Tempting, but we have to start on our game gear." He pulled away and hung his hat on a hook on the door. "So how does this liquid latex work?" Kevin asked. It had taken a few days for Mike to talk him into it. Strangely enough, Carl had made him say yes. Mike was talking about painting on jerseys for the first game of the season when Carl made some a nasty remark about the stupidity of football fans. What could Kevin do but stick up for his boyfriend? So he told Mike he'd do it. 23

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"Liquid latex is like paint. We'll do a couple layers to get a smooth coat, and we need to let each layer dry before we put on the next one, so we should probably get started. It can get messy, so you'll want to take off those jeans." "Any excuse to get me naked." "You know it." Mike took off his shorts and tossed them onto his bed. As he stood naked in front of Kevin, he took a small bottle from the box and poured a little clear liquid onto the palm of his hand. "I'll do you first, then you can do me. Oh, man! You should see the look on your face. Such a dirty mind." "Me? Who was sucking my toe earlier?" "You were the one giving me a foot job." Mike slid his hand over Kevin's chest. "This is lotion. It'll make peeling the latex off a lot easier." "I need more on my nipples." "Like this?" Mike wiggled the hardening nub with his finger. He looked down at Kevin's hard on. "Yes, you do." Kevin reached for Mike. Mike twisted away. "Try to keep focused." "I am." "On the latex. Turn around." "Are we doing our backs, too?" "Anything worth doing is worth doing right." Mike pulled blue, orange, and white jars out of the box, as well as a couple foam brushes. "Now, hold still." He shook the blue jar and opened it. Kevin wrinkled his nose. "What's that smell?" 24

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"The latex smells a little like ammonia, but not too strong. It goes away quick. I promise." Kevin tensed as the applicator slid down his back. Other than that, he didn't feel anything on his skin. "Is that it?" He relaxed as the strokes covered his shoulder blades and travelled down to his waist. As promised, the smell faded. "You'll feel it a little more when it dries, but not much. It's like being naked, almost. When you put it on me, be careful. It's really thin and runs easily." "I'm not very artistic." "Don't worry. We're just doing solid colors on our backs. I'll take care of the design in front. It takes some practice to get good with this stuff. Okay. Turn around," Mike said. "Already?" "Yep. But remember, that's just the first coat." Mike dipped a brush into the white paint. "You have to hold very still while I do this. One movement, and the design will be ruined. Got it?" "Sure." Kevin sucked in a breath as the brush touched his hard nipple. "I'm serious, dude. No moving." "Okay. I'm sorry." Kevin hoped that didn't mean his cock, because there was no way to stop it from hardening. He didn't like rough nipple play, but he swore he could feel those light touches in his groin. Leaning forward, Mike blew softly on Kevin's nipple. It was weird. Kevin could feel the warmth of Mike's breath, but where the latex covered his skin, he couldn't feel the air. 25

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It made his other nipple feel even more exposed and sensitive. "Wow." By then, his cock stood out straight. "Right, huh? Now, shut up and let me finish." Mike painted the number one from Kevin's pecs to his abs on the right side. He used a damp cloth to clean up the drips that slid below that. The tip of his tongue rested on his bottom lip as he concentrated on the zero he painted on the left side. "Arms out straight." Kevin put his arms out. Mike painted two bands around Kevin's biceps. "Keep those arms out until it dries," Mike said as he outlined a collar for the shirt. He squinted as he checked his work. "Do you see how it's puckering over your nipple? That means it's drying." "That's quick. Can I put my arms down now?" "No." Mike sank down to his knees. "Now I'm going to do the hem of the jersey. Whatever I do, don't move." "My arms are killing me." "Tough." Mike carefully drew a line across Kevin's stomach. "Stop moving! You messed up my line." Mike wiped it away and started again. The brush passed over Kevin's most ticklish spot. If it had been a quick jab, he could have controlled his laughter, but Mike's light strokes were too much to bear. Mike sat back on his heels and glared up at Kevin. "I'm sorry. I really am." Mike's head suddenly darted forward. His lips loosely wrapped round just the head of Kevin's cock. He talked 26

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around his mouthful. "If you move, I'll let go. If you hold still..." His tongue swirled around. Kevin was too mesmerized by the tongue work on the head of his cock to laugh at Mike's slightly crossed eyes. How Mike painted the line across his stomach while that being that close was a miracle, but he did it. Mike slid his mouth down Kevin's shaft before sitting back. "There. All done." "Are you sure?" "Slut. And you can put your arms down now." Mike rose from the floor. "I'm going to do some detail in orange before I do the blue." "You know how to make me hold still." Mike ignored him while he filled between the white lines on Kevin's arms with the orange and outlined around the numbers. Then he painted the rest of Kevin's chest and his upper arms with the blue. He stood back. "It looks good. Check it out in the mirror." Kevin looked at his reflection. "Nice." "Now paint my back blue. Be careful of the drips." While Mike's lean back was golden-brown from a summer stint as a lifeguard, right below the two dimples at the small of his back, the tan line stopped. The curve of his butt cheeks over his thighs made Kevin want to run his tongue over that pale, smooth flesh. He settled for kissing Mike's shoulder. Before long, Mike's back was blue. It wasn't as neat as Mike's paint job, but it was good enough. "Turn around so I can do your chest," Kevin said. "No way. I'm doing it myself." 27

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"Come on." Kevin swiped the brush at Mike's stomach, but Mike jumped back. Mike clamped his hand around Kevin's wrist so the brush couldn't touch him. They laughed while grappling for control. Kevin grabbed the brush with his free hand and swiped it across Mike's cheek. Mike spun to face the mirror. He wiped away the paint. "You're ruining my plans." Mike looked so upset that Kevin reached out caress him. "Psych!" Mike grabbed the blue brush away. His eyes glinted. "Now go sit down over there while I do my chest. Don't rub against anything." He took the white brush and painted a number on his chest as he watched his reflection in the mirror. "Don't rub anything? Not even this?" Kevin stood behind Mike. He reached around to stroke Mike's cock. "Well, maybe some of that." Kevin noticed that Mike's lines were a bit wobbly. "Where's the lube?" "No way. You're not giving me a hand job." Kevin got on his knees. He put his hands on Mike's hips and gently urged him to turn to his side. He took just the head of Mike's cock into his mouth. When Mike pushed forward, Kevin leaned away. "You only get what you gave. Finish your chest." He put his lips around Mike's cock again. Mike quickly covered his chest in blue, skipping the orange highlights. "Done." Kevin slid his mouth down Mike's cock until his nose was against Mike's skin. He sucked slightly as he brought his 28

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mouth up toward the head. As he reached up to stroke Mike's balls, Mike pulled out of his mouth. "Stop! We have to do your next coat." "You're so bossy." By the time Mike finished the fourth and final coat of latex, Kevin was groaning. Each time, they spent a little longer sucking and teasing. "Please tell me we're done." Kevin gently gripped his cock, because if he did much more than that, he knew he'd come. "We have to wipe on the finishing coat. It will make the latex shine, and stop it from sticking to things." Mike sprayed the coating onto a clean hand towel and rubbed it over Kevin's chest. While Kevin could feel the heat of Mike's hand, the latex kept him from feeling the texture of the towel. Other than that, it almost felt as if his chest were still bare. As the latex dried, it shrank a bit and puckered, but the top coat smoothed that out. "How does that feel?" Mike asked. He spread the final coating over his chest. "Like, weird, like the world's thinnest armor. But it's a little warm." "It's going to get warmer as we sit in the sun at the game. Speaking of which, my parents are going to wonder where we are. We need to get moving." Kevin wrapped his arm around Mike's waist. "You're not going anywhere." He pulled Mike down onto the small couch.

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They kissed. Finally free to touch, they ran their hands over their latex jerseys. Mike wound his fingers into Kevin's hair as he leaned back against the couch. Kevin got on his knees on the floor. Mike spread his thighs. Kevin licked his balls. He drew his knees up, exposing his ass. Kevin spit on his fingers and played with Mike's hole as he kept licking Mike's balls. Then, as he plunged his fingers into Mike, he bobbed his head up and down Mike's cock. Mike's ass tightened around his thrusting fingers. Mike grabbed Kevin's head as he bucked into Kevin's mouth. As he came, he pulled out and shot his come on Kevin's lips. Before Kevin could lick the warm spunk away, Mike leaned forward and kissed him. They traded the come between their mouths until it seemed to dissolve away. Kevin stood up. He grinned down at Mike as he rubbed his cockhead over Mike's lips. "Open up." His hand rested on Mike's head as he slowly fucked Mike's hot, wet mouth. He wanted to hold back as long as possible. He pulled out of Mike's mouth. "Make your lips tight." He loved the resistance as he pushed into Mike's mouth. Those lips almost had to be forced to part for his cock. Mike knew how to keep them tight all the way down his shaft. He pulled out again. Kevin gripped his cock as he pushed against Mike's mouth. "Damn. It feels so good I don't want to come." He took deep breaths. Mike held still. Kevin looked down at Mike's cute face. The sight of his cock in Mike's mouth sent him over the edge. He pounded hard as Mike's hands gripped his ass. 30

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"I love football," Kevin said as he plopped down on the couch next to Mike. "Best game, ever." Their kisses lingered as they cuddled. Mike finally rose from the couch and extended his hand. "We really do have to go." Kevin took Mike's hand and let him pull him up from the couch. They wrapped their arms around each other for one last, long kiss before they dressed. "Oh, man, I left my shoes back in my room." "We can stop by on our way to the elevators," Mike said. "I hope Carl is gone. Sorry he's such a dick. Hopefully, he'll mellow out as the year goes on." Mike put on a pair of jeans and his cowboy hat. "The way I feel right now, nothing he says will bother me. Besides, it worked out really well that we were alone." "Yep." As Mike and Kevin walked down the hallway, several guys high-fived them for their painted-on Gator jerseys. Carl was one of the few students on the floor not headed to the game. When Kevin unlocked his dorm room, Carl was still at his desk. "I thought you guys left." "We are right now." Kevin slipped on his shoes. Carl turned off his computer. "That paint turned out better than I imagined." Mike's eyebrows rose as he glanced at Kevin. "Thanks." "Listen, if I have to live with you, I guess I should try to put up with your football obsession. It's just that I was trying 31

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to study for my organic chemistry class, and you kept making noise, which I find disruptive. However, I went down to the cafeteria and found out that it's already closed. So I've decided that I'll go to your parents' little cookout." If that was an apology, it had to be the worst one Kevin had ever heard. Just the tone of Carl's voice made him want to punch the guy. He spread his hands, meaning he was leaving it up to Mike. Mike shrugged. "Sure. Glad to have you." Kevin couldn't believe that Carl didn't even thank Mike. He just followed them out of the room. In the elevator, Kevin grabbed Mike's hand and gave it a squeeze. "You're the nicest guy on earth," he whispered. As they walked across campus to the stadium, they passed students and alumni decked out in blue and orange pants, hats, and shirts, but everyone stopped them to compliment their body paint. "You boys are true Gator spirit!" an old man called out. "Was that hard?" "It was for a while, but we took care of that," Kevin said. Mike elbowed Kevin as he snickered. If Carl understood what Kevin meant, he showed no sign of it. Near the stadium, the smell of hundreds of tailgate picnics filled the air. Carl sniffed. His lip curled up as they went past picnicking groups eating hot dogs and coleslaw. "White trash cuisine at its finest. Maybe it's not too late to order pizza." "At least give Dad's cooking a try before you knock it. He's won awards around the country at tailgate competitions." 32

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"People compete in tailgating?" Carl shuddered. "Dude. Yes." Since Mike knew where they were headed, he took the lead. They wound through RVs in the parking lot. The crowd was mostly older people, but a few students tossed a tiny rubber football back and forth in one of the few open spaces left. People sat in chairs and sipped beers. Everyone seemed to be talking about the upcoming game. The smell of barbeque was almost overwhelming. Carl pursed his lips at the RV crowd. "Well, it takes all kinds, I suppose. Is your father also a NASCAR fan?" Mike stopped at a huge blue and orange RV. Albert the Alligator, with a checkered bib around his neck and a drumstick in his claw, grinned down from the side. A smoker, painted to look like an alligator, puffed fragrant smoke out of the gator's mouth. A camp table was set in the shade cast by the RV. A casserole of baked beans, corn on the cob, and other dishes were already on the table. "Mike!" A petite blond woman jumped up from her lawn chair and threw her arms around him. Her gator jersey hung almost to her knees, and she'd rolled up the sleeves. A blue and orange hair band kept her pageboy haircut out of her eyes. Kevin could see where Mike got his brown eyes and friendly smile. "Hey, Mom." Mike kissed the top of his mom's head as he returned the hug. Kevin stood back, waiting for an introduction. Carl eyed the table spread with a sneer. 33

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A lanky, gray-haired man backed stepped out of the RV. "Hank! Look who finally showed up," Mike's mom said. Carl's mouth dropped open as he pointed at Mike's father. "You're Hank Thompson! No way!" Hank seemed a little taken aback by the shout-out. "You're my hero! You won the Nobel Prize in chemistry." Carl was so excited that he spit as he talked. Hank hugged his wife to his side. "Jen and I won it, actually." Carl swept past her and grabbed Hank's hand to shake it. He didn't seem to notice that Hank's smile was gone. "I have a million questions for you, sir, if you don't mind. Organic chemistry is my life!" Mike strolled over to the cooler and pulled out a soda. "Want one?" he asked Kevin. When Kevin nodded, he handed Kevin his and got another one for himself. "We're starving." "We just took the pork out of the smoker. As soon as it cools, I'll pull it and we can make sandwiches for you boys. Mike, honey, can you put the dressing on the slaw?" "Sure." Mike picked up a bottle of the vinegary Carolina sauce and shook in into the slaw. Mike's mother walked over to Kevin. "Since my son seems to have forgotten his manners, I guess we'll have to do the introductions. Please tell me that you're Kevin." "Yes, ma'am, I am." Kevin grinned at her. "Oh, thank goodness." She shot Carl a nasty look before bestowing a sunny smile on Kevin. Then she stood back and admired Kevin's latex jersey. "I can see Mike's handiwork in 34

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this. I'll bet you boys worked up quite an appetite getting ready for the game." She winked. Before Kevin could stammer out a reply, Carl butted in. "Dr. Thompson told me that you're the person to ask about my organic chemistry class," he said to Mike's mom. From the tone of his voice, it was clear he didn't think she could tell him anything. If Kevin had learned one thing working with Mike through the summer, it was when the charm was genuine, and when it was forced. Mike's mom was still smiling, but she didn't mean it. She tilted her head, as if figuring out the politest way to go tell Carl to fuck himself, bless his heart. "And you are?" she asked. Even Carl should have felt the ice in her voice, but as usual, he had no idea. "I'm Carl Jenkins, Mrs. Thompson." "That's Dr. Thompson. So you're the Carl Mike told us so much about." All the warmth was gone from her eyes. "I should have guessed." Kevin knew two things. He already adored his boyfriend's mother, and he never, ever want to be on her bad side. It was fun, but a little embarrassing, watching Carl dig himself deeper every time he opened his mouth, so he sat at the table and helped Mike pull roasted ears of corn out of the husks. From the way Mike smiled as he worked, he hadn't missed a single word. Carl trotted after Mike's mom. "So you can help me with my class?" Mike's mom turned her back on him and started shredding the meat from a glossy smoked pork butt. "I probably could, 35

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Carl, since I wrote the textbook you're using, but now that I'm retired, I rather talk about fun stuff like barbeque and football. Of course, you could always beg Mike to tutor you if you're having problems understanding the basics." Carl frowned. "Mike?" Mike's father patted Mike's shoulder. "Sure. He aced the class last year. Highest grade ever." He beamed with pride at his son. "Must be the inbreeding," Mike said. While Carl seemed too stunned to do anything but sputter stupidly, Kevin leaned over the table to kiss Mike's cheek. "Your family rocks, dude. And so do you." [Back to Table of Contents]

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Easy By BA Tortuga Shane finished wiping down the counters of the bait shop, turned the sign to 'Gone Fishin' before he looked down at the box that had come in from UPS this morning. A gift, the note had said, "Happy Pride, Buster. Jack and Pat." He chuckled. Jesus. Him and the boys used to get all wild for the big Pride parade—feather, glitter, ball slings. That was a long time ago, though. Way before Galen. Well, if way was immediately. Still, it was absolutely a pre-Galen shindig. Jack and Pat, though, they'd never given it up. Hell, they'd never given up on him having a wild side. He missed them, some. Jack and Pat had headed down to the Big Easy, what? A year ago? Two? They had some weird-assed store down there that catered to shit that made even Galen's eyes wide, and they sent weird boxes for him. Course, he sent weirdness back. Marshmallows, once, to feed the gators. A case of lube. Fun shit. This, though... There was a whole box of jars. A rainbow of liquid latex—red, green, blue, yellow, purple, white. A fucking gallon of black. A gallon. If Galen saw this, he'd be in for a day with the razor and a night with those strap deals. Shane looked over the black, pondered. Of course, if he didn't let on that he had it and did the shaving on his own, 37

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then Galen might would come up with a game that was even wilder. They hadn't done wild in a little while. Shane chuckled, called Galen's phone, not worried at all about bothering the important trip to the Barnes and Nobles for some damn money magazine deal. "Len? You wanna meet for an early supper? Maybe over to the club?" **** Galen waited for Shane up at the bar. He'd found a bartender he mostly trusted after Shane had quit, so he had a whiskey from a new bottle, and a beer to chase it. He'd been in town, so he was a little early. The damned store hadn't had his magazine, the coffee chick at the place had done something and his coffee tasted funny, and he'd gotten himself a parking ticket. Assholes. He growled at the universe at large. So maybe he was a little grumpy. The prospect of taking Shane to dinner, though, that was making him smile. Maybe they'd go to that new tapas place and get the shrimp diablo. "Galen, man! How're you, man!" Some of the guys waved, but they left him be. Everyone knew this back corner was offlimits when he was back... Oh, Jesus fuck. Shane walked in—no. No, Shane fucking sauntered in, wearing a pair of tissue-paper jeans that had sections only held together with a whisper and a smile. The rest of that ripped little body was covered in something shiny and black that moved with every step and... Yeah. 38

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Shit. He remembered that from Halloween a few years back. That thin, skin-like layer of latex that hid that pretty flesh from him. He'd had dreams about it, in fact. His hand clenched so hard around the shot glass that he heard it creak. The bar went wild, but Shane never even looked around. That hard body headed straight for him, eyes damn near burning under the brim of the black hat. "Hey, Len." Then Shane's chin lifted and he could see the heavy leather collar, fastened around the man's neck. "Hey, darlin. Lord, look at you." Was that his voice, all rough and harsh? "You hungry?" He could fucking see Shane's abs ripple. "Am I hungry?" He pondered that, for at least a millisecond. He threw back his shot, slapping the glass down on the bar. "Yeah. Yeah, I would say I am, darlin'." "Excellent." Shane turned without another word, headed toward the door. That let him see that one whole pocket of those jeans were gone, the taut asscheek covered in shiny black. Galen's body went tight, hot, his skin prickling all over. He threw an extra twenty on the bar. That would keep anyone from following. Then he headed out after that ass. When he caught up, Shane turned, looked over his shoulder. "So, what are you interested in, Len?" God, that was a loaded fucking question. "A little of this, a little of that." He caught up with Shane at the truck, just like one very memorable time before. "Mmmhmm? Pizza? Burgers?" Shane was spread wide. Galen moved right in, looming a little, but not touching. "Are you on the menu?" 39

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"I sure fucking hope so." "Me, too." He finally let himself touch, his fingers finding a nipple ring beneath the layer of latex, rubbing but good. Shane's eyes crossed a little at the touch, that tiny nipple going tight. "God, darlin'. You make me crazy." He pushed in tighter, let his thigh slide between Shane's and Shane stepped in, face lifted up for a kiss. "Crazy is good. Want you to tear my ass up." "Here?" He said it against Shane's mouth. He would. Right there in the lot. "No. Home. You'll want to explore. I pulled out the toy box, for after." Oh, fuck. Galen's hips bucked, his breath coming in sharp gasps for a moment. Christ. Jesus, when his darlin' played... Shane licked his lips, the kiss light, teasing. "You driving?" "Uh-huh." They had this deal. Had ever since the first night. When they had to get home in a hurry, they left Shane's vehicle and took Galen's truck. "Now." Shane nodded, hips swaying back and forth, sashaying on the way to the passenger's side. Galen almost went after him, but decided he'd be better off waiting. A quick fuck couldn't hold up to a thorough exploration of a Shane who wanted to play. They got settled, Shane right there across the cab, sex on the hoof. Galen drove, his hands itching to touch, to explore. God, that— Shane smelled like heat and sex. "You're being awful quiet..." Shane's hand slid up his thigh. 40

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"I'm just trying to keep us on the road." His leg flexed, and the truck lurched a little. "That's good. I like that." Shane shifted closer, close enough the man's breath teased his earlobe. "I promise not to offer to blow you on the road." "Oh, fuck, Shane." He wanted to pull over and let Shane do just that, but they were on the swamp road, now, and there was nowhere to go. "I'll let you do that, too." Jesus, his man was... pure sex kitten somehow. Galen cleared his throat. "Where'd you get the latex?" Shane chuckled. "Jack and Pat sent a case." "A case?" Oh, he was in big trouble. He'd have to send them a thank you note. A big one. "Mmmhmm. All colors. I liked black for tonight, though." "Me, too." The tires squealed a little on the last curve, which was sharper now than it had been when he and Shane had met. They'd had to rebuild part of the road after the big storm. "Nice turn." Shane leaned back, grinning big enough he could see teeth. "Thanks." They skidded to a stop that had the dogs barking their heads off. The stillness was sudden, made him a little dizzy. Then Shane's hand was on his wrist. "Inside, Galen. Make me scream for you." Then that hot body was moving, heading for the house. He must have been a very, very good boy. Of course, he wasn't gonna sit and ponder his good fortune when he could 41

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be chasing it. Galen high-tailed it into the house after Shane, hunting. Shane was making a beeline for the bedroom, tossing the pups each a chew on the way. The blankets were stripped off the bed, new sheets put on. Lube on the bedside table, along with their toy box. Hot damn. Someone was ready for a night of play. Galen sometimes wondered why he ever left home with this waiting for him. "Leave the jeans on for a bit," he ordered when Shane would have shucked them. Shane chuckled, toed off his boots. "You got it." That barely there fabric was playing peek-a-boo, and Galen stepped up to put his hands on Shane's hips, pulling the man close. They'd dance a little. Shane's smile was immediate, those arms coming to his shoulders. "Galen." "Hey, darlin'." Bending, he took a kiss that he figured told Shane everything he was feeling. Mostly, hell yeah. Shane pressed right into him, hips moving in slow, lazy rolls. He put his hand under Shane's butt, on the side covered with denim, and pushed up. Oh, yeah. That got them rubbing good. His fingers slipped over, the latex catching them and... Oh, fuck him raw. Plugged. Shane had put in a motherfucking plug. His hips jerked, his body threatening to betray him as he damned near lost it. Then he ripped at Shane's jeans. Fuck leaving them on. "Len..." Shane bucked for him, thighs parting as the man braced himself. "God, darlin'. You. Smokin' hot." 42

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"Wanted to catch your eye." "You did." He finally got the jeans off, got Shane turned around and bent over. That one patch of latex was... wow. "G...good." Jesus, how much had Shane shaved? "You better believe it." He slapped the uncovered cheek, just enough to sting. "Uhn." Shane groaned, stepped forward, hands landing on the bed. "That's it. Bend and spread for me, darlin'." He jostled that plug, just a little. Shane went up on tiptoe, then he shook it, just for Galen, muscled ass going back and forth. Galen moaned, his knees hitting the floor. He bit one of Shane's thighs, right where it met the asscheek. "Fuck. Fuck." No one bruised like his darlin'. "Look at you." Smell him, too. Shane was so ready for him. "Want you. Been planning this all afternoon." "You have, I can tell. Here I was innocently shopping for books..." He licked at Shane's balls. "Sh...shit. Nothing innocent about you." "No?" No, he guessed not. He licked again, moving the whole sac with his tongue. "No. Oh, fuck, that's hot." Shane spread wider, hips canting back so those heavy balls bumped against his chin. "Mmmhmm." He didn't waste any more time talking. He went to town, licking, sucking each heavy ball into his mouth. He licked at the base of the plug, too, and bless him, Shane had used the flavored, water-based lube. His hands kept 43

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exploring the man's chest, back. His fingertips caught on the latex every so often, tearing it, tugging it. He worked his way up to lick at the small of Shane's back so he could find the nipple rings. Galen tugged hard, knowing it would make his lover crazy, the pull, the slick from the latex. Sure enough, Shane jerked, ass bumping hard against him. "Oh. Oh, fuck. Len." "Darlin', you have to be patient. We're getting there." He slid one hand down to move the plug back and forth again. "Uh-huh. Patient. Like... Was Job the patient one?" "That's it." He couldn't help but laugh. Pushy Shane was damned cute. "Go me!" He could hear the smile in Shane's voice. "Mmm. Go you for thinking of this." He pushed the plug again and again. He let his thumb drop down, rub that tiny ring embedded in the flesh behind Shane's balls. "This was something, huh? When we got it?" It was like the best kind of trip down memory lane. It was amazing how a little latex could do that. "All I 'member is you. Your face, when you got a ring for me." His nipple ached all of a sudden, reminding him that Shane wasn't the only one who was pierced. Damn. Galen stood, opening his jeans so his cock could push against Shane's ass. "Mmm." Shane's muscles rippled, jerked under all that shiny black. "Uh-huh. Hotter than a two dollar pistol, darlin'. I want." 44

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"I'm yours." He reached out, tore the latex covering Shane's shoulder, fingers tracing the ink there, their joined initials. Galen bent and kissed that spot, then rubbed it with his bristly chin, knowing it would make Shane gasp. Shane's hot little ass pushed against him, rocking hard, rubbing his prick, plugged hole teasing him. He wanted to play some more. To leave a few more love marks. Galen wasn't sure he could, though. He tugged at the plug, knowing he had to get inside. He heard the eager little moan, Shane's body fighting him a second, holding the plug in before it popped out. He couldn't resist pushing it back in halfway, holding Shane open at the widest part and watching that hungry, stretched little hole squeeze. Finally it was too much, though, and he needed in more than he needed to play. Galen moaned, too, letting the plug drop to the floor. "Christ, darlin'. You make me crazy." He'd do Shane right there, just like that, bent over the bed. "Good. I wanted you, so fucking bad." Shane was moving, rocking slow and easy. "I shaved, slicked myself all up, put the plug in. Didn't come." "So proud of you, huh?" He bent down again, sucking up a mark on up on Shane's neck and Shane's head dropped forward, those muscles going tight. Christ. He moved back just enough to get rid of the patch latex on Shane's ass, because that might cause some issues. Then he pushed right back up behind that fine ass, his cock lining up with the slick hole. 45

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"Please. Oh, fuck. Len." Shane surged back, his cock popping into that tight ass so quick Galen's eyes crossed. "Shane..." He bit down on Shane's skin again, needing to feel like he had an anchor. His whole fucking world was spinning. "Uhn. Uh-huh. Uh-huh." Shane nodded, moving against him. "Fuck." He humped a little, moving in deep, his body starting to rock. "Love you." What the hell else could a man say to this? "I know." Shane's ass squeezed him, the latex splitting a little more as they started moving faster. Galen groaned, just hanging on and letting his body do what it wanted. He reached down and around for Shane's cock, needing to feel that heat, too. His eyes rolled as he found latex at the shaft, over the bare balls, above where Shane had shaved. Fuck, yeah. His breath came fast, his hips moving with more speed, more force. He tugged at the base, right there where the latex was, listening for Shane's sounds. "Len. Len." Shane's head fell forward, hands fisted on the bed. "Only way... way it could be better, if it was storming." "Oh. Next time there's a big one, we'll go to the beach, huh?" His stormy weather man. God, he loved the taste of Shane and lightning all mixed together. "Mmmhmm. Like always. So good. Har... Oh!" Shane's body clamped down hard, holding him, squeezing him like a fist. "There!" 46

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"Shane!" That was it. His hands wrapped tight around on Shane's hips, and he slammed in again, hitting that same spot. Shane was milking him so tight that it damned near killed him to move. Damned near, but not quite, thank God. Shane was babbling for him—random bullshit words that meant don't fucking stop and love you and yours and more. Like he could stop now when he was just a few strokes from heaven. There was no slowing this train. Not one bit. He'd burn alive if he quit now. Shane pushed up, shoulders straining as the angle slammed them together harder. "Close." "I can feel it." He could. Shane's balls were drawing up, the heavy prick quivering in Galen's hand. The muscles surrounding his cock were fluttering around him, jerking and working him. His eyes tried to roll, but he was gonna watch this if it killed him. He leaned in, bit right at the base of Shane's neck and shoulder. "Now, darlin'." "Now." The single word was a tiny little whisper, but inside Shane's body it felt like a scream. Heat sprayed over his fingers, wet and thick, slick as fuck. Galen hummed. He didn't have enough breath to do anything else. Then he started to move again, his cock pushing deep, held in the most perfect ass on earth. When he came he saw stars, his vision going all sparkly. Shane held them both up, muscles shaking just a little bit as they lowered to the mattress. Sticky. It was all a little sticky, now, but that was okay. Sex got dirty. If it didn't, you weren't doing it right. "You okay, darlin'?" 47

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"Uh-huh. Gonna need you to peel me like a grape at some point." "Mmm. I like grapes." Man, he was gettin' silly. "Uh-huh. I got us food, too, 'cause I knew there wasn't gonna be restauranting." "What'd you get us?" He grinned against Shane's back before reaching for those little leather straps and oh-socasually wrapping them around Shane's wrists. "All sorts of goofy-assed finger foods. They're supposed to be sexy and shit." Shane chuckled. "I figure, if they're nasty, we can toss them to the pups and play catch." "Chicken nuggets go to Vic." He still teased Shane about their mostly absent alligator neighbor. Besides, finger foods were best when he could feed them to his lover one bite at a time. "Thanks, darlin'. This was a hell of a good idea." Shane nodded. "We should go to the Easy, Len. Thank the boys in person." Oh, that sounded fun. Wasn't like they had a whole lot of schedule these days. "We should. We could take the pups, rent a place for a couple weeks." Hit the sex shops. "Fuck yeah. We could go check Momma's house, too. Make sure it's still there." "Yeah." They could do that, too. Go stay at Momma's old place for a bit, see if anything needed to be fixed, for when she came down to visit. Shane stretched, tugging playfully at the straps, humping idly against his cock. It was going to be a busy evening, Galen could tell. "Not tonight, though. I'd stick to the truck seats." 48

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The sound of his hand connecting with Shane's ass was loud enough to set the dogs to barking, even as they both burst out laughing. **** [Back to Table of Contents]

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Contributors' Bios Mychael Black What do World of Warcraft, Spongebob, cooking, writing, and an unnatural addiction to Mountain Dew all have in common? Not a damn thing, which is what makes Mychael Black an interesting bird indeed. Born in north Alabama, Mychael now resides in north Mississippi. Having run the gamut of labels in regard to gender and sexuality, Mychael now shuns society's views on normality and embraces a poly-everything attitude. Call Mychael her or him; it doesn't matter. Just keep reading the books. Jay Lygon Winner of the 2008 Seattle Erotic Arts Festival's short story competition, Jay Lygon has published over 60 short stories in anthologies such as Inside Him, Toy Box: Floggers, Toy Box: Quiches, and Torqued Tales. His novels Chaos Magic, Love Runes, and Personal Demons (Torquere Press) have been praised as, "Magical realism, unlike any other BDSM novel ever written." Jay lives in Los Angeles, on the 405 freeway. BA Tortuga BA Tortuga enjoys indulging in the shallow side of life, with hobbies that include collecting margarita recipes, hot tub dips, and ogling hot guys at the beach. A connoisseur of the perverse and esoteric, BA's days are spent among dusty tomes of ancient knowledge, or, conversely, surfing porn sites 50

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in the name of research. Mixing the natural-born southern propensity for sarcasm and the environmental western, straight-shooting sensibility, BA manages to produce mainstream fiction, literary erotica, and fine works of pure, unadulterated smut. With characters ranging from supernatural demons to modern-day cowboys, alternative illustrated men to Victorian dandies, the addiction to history and atmosphere is ever-present, and laced through with sensual pleasure.

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