The men you need.
Zac Baker, Keenan Doyle and Hunter Hilton. A collaboration made in the filthiest part of gay heaven. Spicy gay fiction to get the heart pumping. Settle in. Unzip. These boys want to tell you a story.
Morrison
Morrison, on the tape, intrigues me. Circling, his own eyes drawn repeatedly to the muscle curves of Aksoy’s body as it shimmers beneath the embroidered olive linen of the robe. We do not have the advantage of the Metropolo’s scanning technology here. But I can look where he looks, and work it out for myself.
Hugo
And at night he lies in the blue hot shade of midnight, the window open and the party sounds of Rio night drifting in on the breeze.
Hafar
He is handsome, as I think a representative of the gods might well be. My eyes slide again to his chest, and I count the lines of muscle as they climb down to the golden-pink sweep of his sash.
Travers
He is a fountain of cum, this boy Travers. I’ve rarely seen more. Those huge heavy balls are an endless machine.
Overcoat
The first boy to join us isn’t much more than 20. He slides his cock through an opening in his overcoat.
Papa Zarbo
Many is the dark night we have sailed into Pavon on the flood tide and left on the ebb, our instructions imparted in the darkness of the dockside by men with faces I’d rather not see or remember. We disappear into the sea fog and emerge where he wills, to do and say whatever he needs, and return with news of a successful adventure. I’ve smuggled the elephants clean out of the Temple of the Elephants in Monsoforro and swum them back to the mainland without any other than the prince and I having the first clue of how it was done. I think I can manage the temporary disappearance of one small boy.
Toren and Aalvo
Aalvo catches my eye, smiles, and winks. Tonight I’d choose Aalvo. His hair is sharp, brushed beautifully to the left, his gaze dark and penetrating, and like his brother his pecs are hanging crags above the concave muscle plane of his abdomen. They are both so beautiful. I love them very much.
Andeyro
I survey him as he surveys us. The distinguished beard, the flickering eyes of deepest grey. The locks of white and black that fall like a porcupine’s stripes to the nape of his neck and gather high in the topknot that makes him so recognisable as he walks the city streets. They say he is fifty. They say he is seventy. I don’t know. But I can see with my own eyes he is handsome now, and that perhaps, in his youth, he was a real spectacle.
Couple
Three and Four are a muscled couple that I’ve fucked with often, and they kiss deep as Joe takes a cock in each hand, wanking and sucking at each in turn.
Guido
He kisses at my neck, and down to my collarbone; and eventually nimble fingers start to undress me, and his tongue slides across my chest, and his hands are adept at my zip, determinedly exploratory as they slide inside.
Tap. And Thwack.
And the sun warms us. And the twins will be ready once more before many minutes have passed. Tap will reach over me, perhaps, to take a glance at the cock of his twin. Seeing life, he’ll take me by the wrist and guide me towards his own cock, and in a moment I’ll have one in each hand.
Lee
He’s the handsome man that tips a life-changing proposition and not a note or even a bundle. The handsome man that drives a Jag, and steals me away into the night as soon as my second show is over. He sits beside me in intimate gloom, two sober gay men at 2am on a Saturday morning, sliding through the darkness until the city is far behind and a new life plan is just over the horizon.
Gader
He follows me to my tent. Fleetingly his hands are on my chest as he reaches down to kiss me. His body is huge as he holds it against mine, his arms strong as they wrap around my shoulders. The hair on his chest is so fine, bleached so golden by the sun that I almost cannot see it.
Sherumzeh
Handsome as a pirate as he slides his robe to the floor. Hard as teak. Hard as brass.
Skinhead
I use my phone light to direct Joe’s gaze to the strong pale legs of the skinhead, who has peeled his jeans down his thighs and past his knees. He’s standing in as wide a stance as he can, and his long cock hangs heavy and ready.
Sunny
On campus later that week I make a point of speaking to Sunny Jackson, the head gymnastics coach, about the new boys on the squad, and of course he has registered puppy Joe too.
Luban
Luban never really softens. I watch as the blood fills it once more and it clamps tight to the firm muscle of his abdomen.
Lucas
Giving me more than I ever had at one moment. Kicking me higher to a new tier. I never knew, until I knew, that I had so much to learn.
Qalin
We are the same height, but he has extra years on me. Extra years on horseback. Extra years in the practice yard, with mace, and bow, and sword. I grew up expecting to garden. He grew up expecting to fight. His shield arm, under my fingers, is like rock. The shoulders are made to set fly arrows to three hundred yards. He kills at a distance with those arrows. He kills at a distance with his words.
Shamattar
His arms completely enfold me. He has all I could wish for – in gentleness and in strength.
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