The son of a general, Trent Green is the only one in his family not on a fast track military career, so he does the only thing he knows he will be a success at and joins the Corp, where he literally falls into the lap of the man of his dreams. Noah Wilson is sweet, honorable, and takes Trent’s heart with his blazing smile. Noah is also part of a religious sect that lives simply…very simply, with no electricity, no television, no dirty movies, and a lot of rules. Trent hopes that the two of them can make something happen; that is, until the ‘accident’ which keeps him constantly broke, with no money to see a base run movie, much less pay his bus fare to Noah’s duty station. When a conniving bartender offers Trent the chance to make some fast and easy (easy with BIG strings attached…) money, the young Marine finds himself in a seedy business, with no foreseeable way out.
“Language, Marine, language!” Noah Wilson, who was bobbing in the water far, far below me, yelled. “Just JUMP!” he shouted again, smacking his hands against the flat water he was treading.
The constant swearing was the one thing about the Marines that Noah had trouble with. I had been raised around it, so I was used to it. I wasn’t afraid of anything – bullets, bad guys, witches with buckets of water. I was just amazingly happy right then, standing on the edge of a huge rock quarry buck naked on a spectacularly sunny day, looking at the man I was falling in love with. Noah’s grin made of moonbeams and lightning bolts sent a thrill down my spine every time I saw it. Plummeting toward the water and Noah, I could not remember a time when I was happier. Knifing into the cold water next to him, I went deep into the cold clear water before turning and kicking toward the surface, breaking the water not far from him.
I’m Trent Green, Gay Marine, Private First Class, a step above being a private, but a long way from my father’s rank of general. I didn’t join the Corp to be hyper masculine to cover my gayness, and although it’s alright to be out in the military now, I wasn’t naïve enough to walk into the recruiter’s office wrapped in a rainbow flag. I joined the Marines because I had been around the Corp my entire life. My brothers and I were raised as Devil Pups, sons of a career Marine. The old man was a general with two stars hanging on his collar. He blew a gasket when I told him that I, the son of General Nathanial Green, had joined up like a regular guy instead of taking officers candidate training, but I wanted to be a ground Marine first. It took the old man awhile to come around. The general tended to get what he wanted, and I have to give him some credit. As a middle child, I was the most difficult for him, I’m certain. I can be headstrong, willful, and impulsive. I threw a fit and wore pink tennis shoes for half of the year when I was in the third grade and once the general stopped making comments about my footgear, I stopped wearing them. A lifetime spent in boarding schools with a military theme had given me a lot of useless information that from time to time did come in handy. I can short sheet any bed in less than three minutes, make anyone wet the rack with a pan of warm water, and I am a master at the old hand-full-of-shaving-cream-then-tickle-their-nose routine. I also know how to make a stink bomb that could clear a campus. I know exactly where to put a dead fish in the heat ducts just before finals, and I have a dozen or so easy-to-put-together-from-readily-available-products that can, without taste or smell, induce sleepiness, vomiting, diarrhea, and one that will tint skin green.
“I root for the underdog. St. Louis has always been my team,” Noah said, his sexy grin all but hypnotizing me.
Taking his hand, I gave him my name, and well, was pretty much hooked. Noah was cute, funny, smart, and his total lack of self was captivating to me. I went home with him on leave. Of course, I would have followed him into the mouth of hell or into a Republican convention if it meant being with him.
My time with Noah couldn’t have been better. We did chores on the farm, took horseback rides, skinny dipped, and got to know each other…likes, dislikes, and we learned each other’s bodies like roadmaps. I could read him like Braille and cherished every second our skin was touching. I had fallen in love with him. I knew it was fast, but the heart wants what it wants. At the time, making a promise to be together seemed the most natural thing in the world, and I was more than willing to try and make it work, but that was before the ‘accident.’
“There’s this guy in town who runs a sort of business involving Marines.”
I fell off of a turnip truck, but not yesterday. He didn’t need to paint a big colorful picture of what he meant, but I had to ask a few basics.
“You mean interviews about Marine life, history, that kind of stuff?”
Jordan grinned at me. “Well, he does ask a lot about barracks activities and Marine life in general,” his grin came back. “He likes uniforms, both dress and work. What happens after that is up to you.” His grin went even wider. Pulling a business card from his pocket, he slid it across the table to me. It was for a bar in town, one of the gay bars everyone knew about. With a knowing smile and a shrug, he watched me pick up the card. “This guy is a bartender there…name’s Keith. Everybody there knows him and can hook you up. He gets you to the guy who does the actual work.”
“What do you get out of this?”
“Smart Marine. You’ll do well and go far,” Jordan said as he took another slug of beer. “It’s a business with this guy…a big business. The more you do, the more work you get. Some guys become favorites and do a lot because of that. Some he just likes. The money is good and the work is fast. Hell, it beats training all day.”
I was around hot guys all of the time, but Noah was the only one I wanted.
“Give Keith that card. It’s got my name on it so I get credit. No doubt they’ll want to use you, though. You’re hot, all American,” the M.P. said with a sly grin.
Our meeting ended after the second beer. I walked slowly back to the barracks, my mind reeling as I tried to sort out my feelings. I loved Noah, but a little action, while probably still not okay, seemed acceptable enough for me to live with.
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Since Kyon’s kidnapping, Tashi feels responsible for his abduction. He assembles a team to go to Saint Petersburg, as it is believed that Vladimir is in Russia and Kyon is with him, if he is still alive. The local police insist they know nothing and that they have no records of Vladimir or Ryzdul, so Tashi and his team decide to investigate in person and go to Russia. They learn that Vladimir frequents rather peculiar night clubs, and a plan is set into motion to find him.
Following the Master’s arrival, Vladimir has had little time to indulge his somewhat peculiar sexual appetites, so when he notices the sexy blonde angels kissing each other on the dance floor, he feels the desire growing inside of him and he approaches the gorgeous foreigners. Although they dismiss him quickly, the way they dance together arouses Vlad’s innermost desires and the way they speak make him lust for them even more. He is unaware that it is a set up, but he is much too clever to be caught easily, if ever, and there is no guarantee that he will lead the foreign guests to the Master.
Vladimir watched them dance. It was difficult to tell which of them was more handsome than the other, the silver-haired blonde or the golden-haired blonde. They were both gorgeous and perfect in every way. They danced together sensually and aroused Vlad’s innermost desires. Both of them were tall, strong, sexy, and incredibly beautiful, causing Vladimir to lust for them, even though they leaned and touched each other as if they had already chosen partners for the night. It didn’t matter. Vladimir had chosen them. To his puzzlement, the gorgeous foreigners dismissed him by informing him that they would be spending the night together. After evaluating how deeply their words had stung, the platinum-haired blonde stared at him and said in a charming dreamy way, “But who knows about tomorrow? Just behave and wait for our call.” Vladimir felt his blood boiling. Behave? Of course he could instruct his men to seize the beautiful specimens right away, but the promise of tomorrow had an unanticipated effect upon him. They exchanged phone numbers and walked away, saying they would be back tomorrow. Promises hung in the air. Vlad would have to get free from his commitments, as only a nuclear disaster would prevent him from returning to the club if the hot tourists called him. With his heart racing, Vlad watched them walk away. They moved like cats. He could hardly wait for tomorrow.
As always, Vladimir’s exit would be preceded by a multitude of security measures. One man would go all the way to the mansion to scan the road for unusual out comings. After that, his head of security would allow him to leave the club. Normally Vlad would complain and check his watch every minute, but tonight he was so entranced by the blondes that he didn’t notice the five minute delay from the green light indicating that he was to leave.
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North Carolina painter Evan Phelps and his ex-lover Frank own a small art shop in the beach town of Manteo. When four friends encounter car trouble one day and seek help from Evan, the painter finds an unexpected muse in the much younger Sterling. He is gorgeous and Evan cannot stop thinking about him and painting images of him in various erotic poses. When Sterling comes to him for serious sexual advice, an unlikely relationship begins between the mature Evan and the much younger Sterling, a virgin in anticipation of his first sexual experience. Sterling’s buddy Jordan, in sharp contrast, is very sexually active and led around by one particular part of his anatomy, like a carrot in front of a donkey. When Evan’s career begins to take off, the adventures begin, leading Evan and his young paramour to a place neither has been.
A solo of Sterling in his partially aroused stage literally commanded to be first. He began with the head with its roundish shape and long wavy black hair partially covering his ears and draping haphazardly across his forehead. Green eyes, a cute pug nose and a thin black mustache atop a pleasant smile completed the face. Next came his broad shoulders and a well defined chest as well as the stomach, hard but not overly muscled (probably the result of hard work and not a gym regimen). He stretched the arms out so that the hands were holding onto the banister of the deck. He finished it off with the top three inches of a pair of white jeans. He decided against going further with that part which was etched in his memory. It was midnight when he shut off the bedroom light and crawled into bed. As he lay there in the darkness, a vision of Sterling was conjured in his mind. Evan finally fell into a deep sleep, and there was Sterling again, standing in the kitchen doorway, and as naked as truth should be, he advanced toward Evan and planted a kiss on his lips as his hands roamed Evan’s back. Evan woke suddenly and found that he was totally aroused. None of his subjects had ever dominated his mind and fantasies before.
“So tell me,” Frank said. “Who’s the new love in your life?”
“What do you mean?”
“Eight paintings of the same model. The last time you went on a painting binge like this, all of the paintings were of me and that was back when we had just graduated from college eleven years ago.”
Evan explained that he had only met Sterling for an hour and about the car being stuck in a sand dune.
“Well, this new fixation of yours is producing some of the finest work you’ve done in years. We’re talking about the $200 price range.”
The next Friday after painting like a demon, Evan delivered two more of Sterling, plus several of the foursome and some seascapes and one of the Cape Hatteras Lighthouse in the background with Sterling in the foreground waiting to climb it. He even did one of Paul standing in his kitchen doorway when he first revealed Junior in full glory, although he felt that nudes were not his forte.
“Wow” was all Frank could say when he saw Paul. “Is that thing real or did you go about enlarging it?”
“He said it was eleven and a half inches. I didn’t measure it, but I would have.”
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Soldiers live in close quarters day and night. A natural result is the occasional conflict, which can usually be quickly resolved. The trouble with Connor Harris and model sexy Myles Jace is never resolved even after a quick thinking drill instructor tries to use their differences as a learning tool, an experiment that ends badly and widens the rift between the men. Connor and Jace are pushed to help each other in the most challenging of ways throughout this romance set against a backdrop of modern war.
I had never picked up a hitchhiker, but I figured I could take on any trouble that might come my way. A cute little blond named Norman slid into the passenger seat next to me, his wicked grin beaming over at me as he said thanks. I hadn’t picked him up for sex but he turned out to be a little blond lifeboat who could fold himself around me like origami. “That was a lotta fun man, gonna miss you,” Norman said while gathering his gear. We were parked across from the main gate of the base I had been assigned to. End of the road for me. The next day I was due to start my duty and was going to rack out early to be ready.
I heard a shower running in back of the latrine, hooked up my towel and gear, and went into a stall. I hadn’t been paying attention to the other shower, caught a glimpse of someone else in the drying area, and stepped out to face my past. The tall guy turned and I prepared to smile, only to find myself looking up into the face of Jace. We both stopped dead still, and time seemed to stop. The last I had seen of him I was being rolled onto a stretcher and he was standing next to me, chest heaving like a charging bull and dripping sweat. He was still breathtakingly beautiful, couldn’t deny that. There was a moment when our eyes met that I saw a flicker of excitement in Jace’s eyes. A tiny faint smile crossed his lips and I thought in that split second that he was going to give me a full on smile, but it stopped short. Tightly cinching the towel around his waist, Jace simply turned and left the shower room.
Luckily, we were too busy most of the time for me to even think of Jace. I did have some buddies by then. One was a smart, foul mouthed guy from the Company next to us. He had the laugh of a demon, the smile of a swindler, and the charm of a snake handler. A south Texas rancher, Gil did not know a stranger. Everyone was met with that wide, sun bright grin and a “Howdy.” He was one of those guys who connected everyone, which I of course found endearing, and the fact that he was cute as a bug and built like his muscles had been sewn on like a costume drew me to him even more. The one person who, naturally, was not taken with Gil was Jace. Oh, he tolerated the jokes and shenanigans well enough, but it seemed like he bristled whenever Gil would take a poke at me, no matter how lighthearted or even if it was just teasing.
I began finding my space shared with some kind of livestock everyday – a spider in my bunk before bedtime, a scorpion couple that had decided to check into one of my boots for a little R&R in the morning, and several snakes made their way into my locker. I had no set proof that Jace was behind the placement of any of them desert creatures, but since the fight I did suddenly seem to have more than my share of them invading my space.
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After the Master is shot, the shroud of mystery surrounding him thickens. There is one person who knows his true identity and he has vowed to protect the Master until his dying day. But the enemy of all enemies arrives in Canada to deal with the Master in his own way. Carefully kidnapping him, he places the Master in a wooden crate without food or water for several days as they journey to a destination unknown to the Master. When they reach their destination, the Master is greeted by someone he thought he would never have to face again, and welcomed to hell. No one knows if time will run out for the Master before he can be rescued and his true identity revealed.
Vladimir smiled with cruelty. The Master had tried to foil their plan many times. Since Julian’s arrest, Ryzdul became nearly obsessed with capturing the Master. They tried often to locate him or access his files, but the European Community kept his files in absolute secrecy. Thus, they didn’t know the Master’s real name. With Julian, Iain, and Vallen, Vladimir determined how to proceed and he became annoyed with his partners who only wished to grab their sex toys. As for Vladimir, his only goal was to capture the Master and bring him to Ryzdul. Derek would be an asset to help Vladimir obtain information from the Master. Thus, Vladimir decided to join Julian and wait for Derek’s return. Luck was on Vlad’s side, as Derek showed up sooner than they had expected. Vladimir ordered Derek to call the Master, otherwise Derek’s brother would be beaten. Derek dutifully obeyed, and after that Vlad strangled Derek slowly. Even though Derek didn’t beg for his life, Vlad knew he would when the actual pain began. Then Vlad would stop worrying about producing visible marks of torture and would only focus on causing pain at the place Ryzdul prepared for the Master. Lost in sweet thoughts, Vlad almost forgot where he was when the door opened and the Master finally appeared in front of him. For the first time, Vladimir smiled as he watched the surprise on the Master’s face when he recognized Vladimir. No one would expect that would come to Canada to get involved in a mission like this one.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you in person after all these years, Master,” Vladimir said, kneeling near Derek to push his gun threateningly against his head.
This is the second of three books in the Master of Criminals series.
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Vic’s parties are well known for their unusual characters, attracting extreme risk takers and the sadomasochistic types. This time when the guests arrive, scantily clad men in cages is one of the least unusual sights on the night of what Victor has called the event.
Nigel kicked his shoe against the doorframe. “So, what is it this time, Victor? An orgy, perhaps the twisted threesome you dredged up last year? You knew that third one was a woman and I ruled out anything with ‘lady parts’ in middle school.”
When Nigel entered the town’s Grand Central Station that Saturday night, otherwise known as Victor’s place, in a mask that Victor had practically forced him to wear, he realized instantly that he was grossly underdressed. The crowd was decked out in the most bizarre costumes that Nigel had ever seen. He didn’t recognize anyone, but that was nothing new for Victor’s parties. Who knew where he found these guys?
When he noticed a scantily clad man pathetically struggling behind what appeared to be roped bondage, Nigel moved forward to get a better look at the peculiar sight, lifting his mask and setting it on top of his head. Victor had certainly outdone himself tonight. The man was joined by several other men, all with elaborately crafted masks to conceal their identities.
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Erotic stories of hot sex in wild places…on a plane ride home, with old man Adams, with a midnight stranger, on an unusual amusement ride, in public places…and much more.
After too many days and nights of heat and humidity, the air was cool enough tonight to sleep with the window open. Marty slid the glass and propped it open with the sawed off part of a tree trunk his old man had given him. The only threat to him in his apartment on the fifteenth floor was a bird flying in and pecking him to death. He fell asleep quickly. The recent heat had seemed to drain every ounce of energy from his tired body.
He thought he was dreaming when a gentle breeze blew across his body, blowing the sheet upward and exposing his hot naked body to the air. It made him shiver until he felt the heat from the hand that gripped his thigh. The warmth felt good and his shivering body relaxed as the hand crept upward. Marty’s thighs parted and he moved against the bed, back and forth, feeling the tension in his body heighten. He felt smooth lips and soft kisses move upward along his back. He turned his head and sighed and opened his eyes slightly. Then he panicked. He tried to sit up, but the stranger held him to the bed, this man who had dared to enter his bedroom.
“Don’t make a sound,” he whispered hoarsely.
“Who are you?” he dared.
“I’m your midnight lover, Marty.”
“How do you know me?”
The man wore a mask and Marty could see only his eyes, but he was certain that he had never met him. The voice he did not recognize. He tried to turn onto his back, but still his midnight lover would not allow it.
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Ashley, a semi-pro surfer from Canada, meets Josafina, a professional photographer, in Italy. With a picnic on the beach, romance begins, but time and distance between them as well as cultural differences regarding a love such as theirs threatens to end their romance. Perhaps a casual fling is all they can hope for, or is there some way for the two women to be together?
I heard her lock the door behind us and before I could say a word, she pressed her body to mine, kissing me strongly and moving her hands up my back. I was surprised by her move, but aroused nonetheless. Her kisses were damp and passionate. As she rubbed her cheek next to mine, I could feel the heat of her body which stimulated me. She was definitely the aggressor. The room began to pulsate and I didn’t want to miss a moment of this beautiful, sexy woman seducing me. She looked at me and smiled, taking my hand in hers, and walking me to her bed.
Within fifteen minutes we arrived at her place. It was a tropical hideaway set amidst tall coconut palms which sported an inviting hammock, a mango tree filled with fruit, and a row of banana trees. The building was a restored plantation house, painted colorfully with soft yellow walls, aqua trim and a hot pink door. My heart was beating fast as Josafina put the key in the door and turned the handle. The breeze was blowing the curtains wildly as we entered the living room/kitchen. As Josafina locked the door behind us, I kissed the back of her neck. It was a slow, moist kiss on her warm, salty skin. She sighed and her shoulders dropped. I slid my arms around her waist and she turned and looked deeply into my eyes. We gazed upon one another’s souls for moments before having our first long kiss.
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Office and Construction Workers, Frat Guys and Farm Boys; Bedtime stories for guys who don’t wanna go right to sleep.
“Are you serious?” Javier grinned as he handed the invitation back to me. “You’d pay me two hundred bucks to pretend I’m your boyfriend for this ceremony? I just have to go to Chicago for the weekend – hotel and food on you – and hang on you at the reception?
“Yep. No kissing or groping, just flirt like you mean it and hold my hand now and then. You in?”
“That’s half a car payment, man. I’m in!” My sexy Puerto Rican coworker laughed as he stuck his wide hand out and grabbed mine. “See, I ain’t afraid of holdin’ hands with no guy!”
The following Saturday the ceremony went just as I had hoped. The couple walked down the aisle, words were exchanged, then the ballroom was opened for a huge sit down dinner. I got to introduce Javier, who thoughtfully nuzzled into me at just the right second, as my ex let his eyes rove up and down my sexy “date” without a clue that the sexy Puerto Rican was as straight as a Marine DI was supposed to be.
Later, much later, we stumbled back to the room, not drunk, but buzzed enough to make us both happy.
“I don’t know about you, but I’ve wanted to mess around for a long time. This just made it convenient.” Javier smiled as his fingers ran down the length of me.
Leaning back against the wall, I could do nothing but sigh deeply as Javier worked me over.
Waking with a start, my mind quickly processed the fact that a long warm body was pressing up against my back. Swimming through the dark haze of sleep that clouded my mind, I let myself relax against the rhythmic breathing and warm skin against mine as I focused on what was going on.
After a two week climb of Denali, the tallest mountain in North America, our gay climbing group had flown back in from the base camp to Talkeetna, Alaska. We had been lucky to get the last few rooms and we had to double up, me sharing with Peter, a tall sweet blond who was now absently nuzzling against me. Not that I minded. My lover had left six months earlier and it felt good to have a strong arm around me. We were all exhausted and I doubted that Peter was even aware of what he was doing. But I did hope I was wrong at the same time.
Shifting slightly, I was trying to get comfortable when Peter yawned lightly, then gripped me tightly again before groggily coming to. “You feel nice,” he sighed as he shifted his arms into a circle around my upper chest and began to stroke a thumb down over my forearm. “Don’t know how Richard could have walked away from this.”
“We had a good climb, huh,” I whispered nervously.
“Yeah, but I haven’t been able to think of anything but climbing you the whole time,” he whispered as he nuzzled his freshly shaved face alongside mine.
“Peter, I’ve got to say something you may think is stupid but it’s true and before we go on…,” I started, my body trembling at his touch.
“Don’t, worry. We’ll play safe,” he interrupted.
“That’s not it. It’s just that the only guy I was ever with was Richard.”
“Then I’ll be gentle.”
“I was kind of hoping you wouldn’t be…,” I grinned back.
“Really, nobody else? That makes you almost a virgin,” the blond whispered as he pressed his wind burned face down to mine for a fast kiss.
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Military Meat is a collection of erotic stories featuring sexy Soldiers, Sailors, Airmen and Marines doing what has always come naturally with men serving together. From a Major who celebrates his promotion by finally submitting to his attraction to other guys, to roommates who discover they share much more than a barracks room, to Rangers on Recon who cool off with a skinny dip and then heat the afternoon up again with wild sex in the woods, the stories in “Military Meat” celebrate the lust of military men and how they quench it. Mechanics with big tools, pilots learning how to handle a buddy’s joy stick, guards letting more than their guard down while on duty, and guys getting out of the barracks on leave…the stories in this collection run from (pre-condom) dark ages when homosex was forbidden in the military through the era of Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell.
The five of us were three weeks from graduating from the US Army Quartermaster Corp at Fort Lee, Virginia. The ancient barracks we were quartered in for training had grown even more depressing after we had come back from a week long leave over the holidays, so we had all kicked in and taken a room in a clean but seedy motel right outside the main gate of the sprawling training base. The four of them wanted to watch some games while I just wanted out of the barracks for awhile.
Spivey and Penney, tall blonds from Ohio who were more like brothers than buddies, fought like mad dogs but never went anywhere without the other one. Marty, our jock, had raven black hair and equally piercing eyes and I hated to be alone with him because every time we were by ourselves I wanted nothing more than to grab his face and pull him in for long, wet kisses. I’d been able to control myself but it wasn’t always easy, especially back in those dark ages way before DADT which this was – the No HoMo rule reigned supreme.
Then there was Gary Bennett, a streetwise punk from the streets of Detroit with dirty blond hair that stuck up in wild clumps all over his head, and his smile, when he used it, drove me up a wall with desire. I’d have given most anything to have had him kiss me but I knew that would never be on the table. Still, all of us were still corded with a thick layer of muscle from our months in basic training so I frequently got to see him strutting around in just his GI issue boxers. And me, I was considered the smart one just because I wore glasses and read.
“Dudes, how about some cards?” Bennett giggled, producing a worn pack from his pocket and giving them an expert shuffle.
“Not with the way you cheat!”
“Only with a new pack, man,” were a few of the rejoinders that came in fast and furious response. The last time we had all played together Bennett had won both the Ohio boys’ paychecks and good chunks of cash from Marty and me. We had all avoided cards with him since.
“Ok, I’m in,” I said as I set my beer aside, “But I’m almost broke,” I cautioned, and the others jumped in with the same response.
“Gin,” that one was from me. I was much better at that or Go Fish than poker any day of the week.
By midnight Bennett had a huge wad of money in front of him. He was, as usual, playing as if his life were at stake. I was down to my last five bucks, the Ohio twins had already folded, so it was down to three on this hand and I knew I wasn’t long for this game. It was almost a relief when Bennett upped the ante and I folded, hitting the latrine. When I came out the hand had ended as I assumed it would, with Bennett as the victor.
“Aw c’mon man, one more hand before lights out,” Bennett begged as he flipped the cards through his hand like a Las Vegas dealer.
“Yeah, sure, and what’re we gonna use for money?”
“You kiddin’?” Penney yelped. “We’re all gonna be in hock to you until payday as it is.”
“Then how about we play strip,” Bennett said slowly, head bent toward the table, “it’s just us guys.”
“What the hell, ain’t played this since junior high and it might be fun stoned,” Penney said, pulling himself over to the table.
As if he knew the reaction he would get from me, Bennett shot me that smile, the one that rammed his tongue down my throat without touching me, and wordlessly I sat down to take my hand.
The first hand wasn’t so bad. Bennett, as expected, won and we lost out shirts. Literally. After another five or so hands things weren’t looking so good in terms of the game for anyone but Bennett, but the look in general was sexy as hell for me. Everyone was at least bare chested. Penney was practically playing both hands for himself and Spivey. I don’t know how he managed but he kept the two of them in the game longer than me. I was the first to shuck out of my shorts and toss them onto the table amid cat calls and shrieks as I sat my bare butt back down onto the bench.
“Now we’re playin’ some poker!” Bennett grinned as I picked up my hand. Seeing the guys I lived with, played with, fantasized about and drooled over, in just their underwear was a little exciting and naughty.
“Since I’m out can I have my clothes back?” I asked Bennett, who had a laundry load of our assorted clothes piled in a mound next to his chair.
“Who says you don’t have a service to offer as ante?” he said.
“I, I don’t know what you mean,” I said, feeling cold bumps along the back of my naked back.
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