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.
Auba
They stand at the river’s edge as I swing from the willow’s branches, somersaulting with a whoop and a splash to the water. And I am watched for a season long while I perfect this technique, and while the branches I dive from grow higher. The men of the temple see my progress as the splashes turn into dives, and as the dives gain the perfection of hard practice, until I leave no bubbles, no ripples, behind.
Shaw
Joe leans in to kiss me, and I can’t stop him, and I can’t stop myself. At first he’s a little tentative, lips bouncing lightly against lips. I lower the zip on his top further, and sliding my arm round his body I press him closer, and our tongues are soon working magic.
Bjer
His hands on my back? Slow. His fingers as they smooth my hair back from my eyes? Gentle. The strength, confidently applied, as he lifts me high until my legs straddle his head and my head knocks against the ceiling, so that he can take my cock between his lips? Everything gentle, everything calm, everything beautiful.
Pelaimuhn
By night he holds me down, in the sands. Ties me, knee to elbow and wrist to ankle, in ways that I cannot escape. Even if I wanted to. In ways that leave me defenceless beneath his hands. Beneath his mind. He dreams me open, and he opens me.
Narrator (The Shield of Bronze)
The fighting life. It was not my opportunity. They saw my speed and agility and harnessed these things in service of…standing still for hours with a ten foot long pike by my side. They saw my quick mind, and acknowledged it by…rendering me immobile.
The Water Spirit
The next boy emerges from the pool like a spirit of the water. Deeply submerged and then slowly rising at my feet. He knows what he is, this boy. Knows he draws the eyes of the whole courtyard as he stands, water cascading from the fine muscle of his chest.
Cheruh
He bends me and slides inside. On the chapel roof, in his chambers, in the stable, behind the throne. He fucks me in the chapel itself, in the shadow of a tomb while monks chant prayers and the choir sings of gods and demons.
Damai
He isn’t thinking about the first time. He is thinking of his five years as a saint. Thinking of the man he has become, and the way he reached his destination. We are different men. The things the priests have done with us – different. Hafar has looked into our eyes and found different needs there. He has made of my body a receptacle for their love.
Charlie
Charlie’s nineteen. Been breaking this boy in for the last six months. Showing him what he is, what I want him to be. He learns fast. There’s something about the way he has taken to me, and taken to my cock, that makes him one of my very special boys.
The Knife Thrower
Yet the black-clad figure has also now stepped fully into the light. And he too is more than capable of inspiring the mind and heart. He stands, armed folded, and legs apart. And the light behind him finds a shape through the flimsy sheer fabric in which he is draped; a silhouette appears, of a kind that will soon find its match amongst the curves and hard planes of the younger man’s body.
Zeko
The black silk of his tie and the first three buttons of his shirt are undone before he opens the bathroom cabinet. The shirt is off and to the floor as he gives the cream to Reid. He stands closer. He stands far too close. There are no words Reid can say. Bounced in thirty seconds into touching the huge iron chest of a total stranger, and within a minute to the nipples that crown those pecs, his thumbs rubbing them to stiff peaks as the suncream highlights their tips.
Parrish and Mason
A different flavour, a different sensation. Thicker on my tongue, slippier in my throat.
Chahin
The peal of bells and choir song. Angelic voices rising to the sky. And the sun greets us. Greets a new dawn. And they say the gods anoint the new king as the clouds part and Chahin stands at the great golden gate overlooking the city, glistening in a shaft of purest light; and his people cheer and the crowds part to let his fine white horse proudly make its way among the throng.
Tiago
It’s a street bar. The lights are so bright you could land a plane by them. And so the fact that Tiago has had his hand round my cock out in the bar for the last thirty minutes, well, it has become known. Not saying we’ve had an audience, but…OK, we had an audience.
Shereino
Instead, let me tell you of him, and his beauty as he stands there in the light, sun cascading off his wide and muscle-rounded chest, and drawing my gaze to the swollen nipples that guide my mouth to him, and would act as a beacon in the darkest night should I have need.
Ruben
Oh yes, Ruben is muscled, with strong shoulders and a narrow waist that speak of a lifetime in the gym, though with a thin layer of fat than humanises him and brings him down to my level.
Golva
This is a man I love as my best friend, a man I have shared dangers and adventures with, and fucked, for a decade. The man whose fat hard ass is as willing as any I have discovered in all of Guya. The best sailor on the ship, beating my own skills by a mile and a yard, and a gentle man capable of turning to a mountain of hell for anyone that is fool enough to cross him. If pushed, Golva is the man I trust more than any other. He stands shy in the doorway, a boyish grin on his face, as if he is fourteen again, crushing on the first man that smiles at him.
Diogo
He unfolds himself from behind the hostel reception desk at half the speed of a regular human. And then I see why he needs to save energy. His smile. He smiles like the shine of sun off gold.
The King
And this is how I come to see the new king’s coronation. Be a part of it. A hundred feet above marble and mosaic. With the view of a bird.
The Master
Shaded in black, hidden behind veils, he nevertheless commands all for many miles around. The way he holds himself. The way he walks. I admit it is fear too, fear of what he is.
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