As the fashion-conscious homosexual that I am, in my head I have a matching set of clothing for every man I’ve ever been with. And yes, “been with” is a euphemism for sex. Before recalling the men in my life, dragging them out of my closet and airing them on the line for all to see, I thought it would only be fair to have one of my past lovers describe me in clothing. What follows is his response, unedited and unapologetic, much like him: “In the closet of my love life, you would be a pair of fitted, designer blue jeans – expensive and engineered to accentuate the bits you’re proud of while hiding the bits that you’re not. Below the jeans would be a saucy pair of modern, black, Italian leather shoes, well-worn and perfect for dancing. Under the jeans is a pair of forty dollar Calvins. Above is a tailored pin-striped shirt that you bought to make yourself look taller. P.S. You’re not short, you only think you are. The only accessory is a wristwatch that looks expensive but wasn’t. You hate being late. You think the idea of Queer Standard Time is appalling and reinforces a bad stereotype. In fact, you insist on being early for everything and bounce around like a little waist-coated white rabbit when others make you late.”
That’s not how I would introduce myself, but that’s the point. Before I start unabashedly gossiping about the men who have been in my life, in clothes and out, I thought it only fair to give myself the same treatment. Now comes the fun part. Without further delay, I present to you, in chronological order, the men in Randy Talbot’s closet.
Se7en was an underground club and it sounded like the party was well underway by the time we got there. We grabbed each others’ hands and went down the steamy, dark rabbit hole together.
“Cover is twenty dollars,” the goth door attendant barked at us as he checked our IDs.
“Evan, didn’t you say it shouldn’t be more than ten?”
“Oh, tonight’s our special anniversary,” said the attendant, a crooked smile curling on his blackened lips. “Seven years at this location. It’s quite the party in there.”
We briefly discussed going somewhere else, but we were already there, so we bit the bullet, paid, got our hands stamped, and crossed into the unknown. The thick, inky satin curtain dividing coat check from the rest of the club may as well have been a wormhole into another universe. We froze before taking three steps inside and surveyed the landscape: black leather harnesses, vinyl clothing, rubber gloves, glow sticks, back hair, chains, and gas masks paraded before us under a shifting net of green laser lights that zapped through a fog of dry ice and perspiration. Then there was us. I wore my standard “little black dress” – a black spandex t-shirt and fitted black slacks. Evan wore a skin-tight metallic gold t-shirt and jeans, and Andy’s outfit was something like mine.
“Oh!” Evan exclaimed, clasping his hands together like some kid on Christmas morning. “This is going to be sooooo much fun!” He bounced into the room and introduced himself to a rather hirsute man in ass-less chaps. The remaining three of us huddled together, looking at each other with our mouths agape.
The night didn’t go badly at all. Evan and I stuck together for pretty much the entire night and he eventually poured enough liquor down my throat to get me dancing to the hellish trance music. By midnight, hunky Kevin was wearing a dog collar and getting led around by an enormous muscular man who might have been around thirty, and he seemed to be enjoying it. Andy had his face covered with neon war paint and was chatting with a svelte young man whose nipples were pierced and chained together. Another chain ran down his torso and disappeared behind the waist of his black leather pants where I imagine it was attached to something else.
Evan only left my side once to go to the washroom. By that time we had already shared many kisses, but when he got back he seemed a little too energized. I could tell he was into me before, but whatever he had downed in the washroom shattered what was left of his inhibitions. And don’t misunderstand. The attraction was by no means one-way. Evan was one hot little number.
Last call came and went. Andy had already left on the arm of an exotic-looking creature with a green mohawk. Kevin had lost his “owner” but retained his collar and a phone number. The three of us split a cab back to campus. Evan was all over me in the back seat and I can’t say I was doing much to stop him.
“Geez, get a room, you two,” said Kevin.
“That’s the plaaaaaaan,” said Evan, taking a break from tonguing my ear. “Besides,” he said, sliding his hand under my shirt. “You don’t know where my dorm is. And, right now, neither do I.” Then he laughed like he had just cracked the funniest joke ever.
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Tony, a young man kicked out of the house by his homophobic father, tries to survive in the streets, accepting any opportunity that life offers him and confusing sex with love. Shady characters who want him only for sex is the only life he knows until he meets Jay. Jay is different. He loves Tony. But Tony’s past haunts him and he hopes it never catches up with him.
“My name is Lucas,” the artist said. “You can call me Luc.”
Luc was handsome, and Tony followed him to his apartment. Paintings were stacked against all four walls, along with paint cans, wooden frames, and rolls of canvases. Luc was sitting behind an easel, ready to work. He looked at Tony, and noticing that he had nothing but a towel around his hips, he smiled. He began to draw a sketch and time passed slowly. Tony thought of his past that seemed so dirty, and his present didn’t seem better. He knew that Luc would put down his pencil, come up to him, take the towel off… Tony knew the scheme in detail. The thought made him blush and smile.
“Please, don’t smile,” Luc said.
“Tired?” Luc asked. “I can see that you can’t keep your eyes open. Let me show you to the bed.” Tony followed Luc to the bedroom, trying to predict his next move. “Choose any side,” Luc said and left him alone.
In a week spent in Luc’s apartment, nothing happened between them, which puzzled Tony. He saw the way Luc looked at him. What was he waiting for?
Wanna have a look?” Luc asked when the picture was almost finished. “I will call it, ‘The Morning’.”
The picture was very simple and seemed absolutely innocent, but Luc could put into it so many emotions that there was no any other possible rendering as…‘morning.’
Tony smiled. The picture was amazing.
Luc set the picture along the wall to dry. There were more sexually explicit pictures stacked by the walls, but Tony found himself thinking that if any picture would make him blush, it would be this one. Without thinking what he was doing, he put his hand on Luc’s shoulder.
“Go to sleep,” Luc said.
Tony went to the bedroom while Luc slowly cleaned the brushes and screwed the lids on the paint cans. Tony was confused. He didn’t know why Luc wasn’t trying to get into his pants. ‘Maybe he’s not gay. But I could swear…’ He was lying on his back staring at the wall and didn’t hear Luc enter the room. Luc came closer. Tony felt his hand on his shoulder and turned toward him.
Luc leaned in and whispered, “I can do it the way no one has ever done it to you before.”
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“Complete and Uncut.” That was exactly how Larry liked the men he bedded. Making his way in the world, he is hired at an Italian restaurant where the waiters are as spicy as the cuisine. A sexy boss with an unquenchable desire for his waiters, as well as a regular customer always in the company of young men and looking for more, and Larry’s job takes some interesting turns, ultimately leading him to a place he never thought he would be.
“You’ve sort of taken him under your wing, eh? Just like a robin watching her young take their first flight.”
“Sort of. I think he has the potential to be really good at this, and I want to make sure his first solo is successful.”
“Well, go for it. Just don’t hit on him.”
“I had no intention. I don’t know how he’d take it.”
He found Larry standing at the waiter’s station waiting for his first order to be fixed. “How’s it going so far?”
“Pretty good. Except I think he was trying to hit on me.”
“You don’t have to think about it. He was. He likes his men young, and you’re his type.”
They approached the table, and Larry was flawless in his introductory service. He had the beverages to them promptly, took their table order, and keyed in the data for the kitchen. He returned with Mr. Boggs’ food containers, processed the credit card, and was shocked to find a twenty dollar bill stuck in his hand as Mr. Boggs rose from the table. “Good service, young man. I’ll see you again.”
Larry didn’t notice the thumbs up sign Mr. Boggs gave Mr. Trathan as he left.
“Great job, Lorenzo,” Mr. Trathan said as Larry and Marco left the restaurant at closing.
“Where’s your car?” Larry asked, not seeing the green Ford where Marco usually parked.
“I’m being picked up. Now look, there’s one thing I have to tell you about Mr. Trathan. How much did you make in tips tonight?”
“That’s good for a slow Monday. On a weekend, you’ll probably grab at least two bills per night. Once you get used to making that kind of money, Mr. Trathan will ask you to come in early one afternoon and he’s going to ask you if you want to keep your job? That’s when he’ll put the moves on you. If you comply, you keep your job. If you don’t, you’re history.”
“How do you know that?”
“Because he did that with me.”
“I see. Thanks for the heads up. But that’s no problem. I like sex with guys, especially if they’re uncut.”
“So do I now, because of Mr. Trathan…oh, here comes the car. Let me introduce you to Lance. He’s my husband of two years.”
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I live life in the fast lane.
My days and nights are a never-ending party of women, fast cars and alcohol.
I’m the one your father warned you about.
I have everything I ever wanted – except Audra Abelman.
She was always the good girl.
She was off limits.
I held out for almost a decade.
It’s time to set her inner bad girl free.
I’m Jimmy Wilder, and I’m going to claim the most sought after girl in the record industry.
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Jimmy Wilder has the sex life every rock star dreams about. The notorious playboy of America’s number one punk rock band can have any woman he wants, except the one who holds his heart. This bad boy needs to curb his sinful ways before she’ll show any interest in him, but there’s one more problem – she’s the boss’s daughter.
Audra Abelman, heir to one of the most powerful record labels in the country, just landed her dream job as tour manager for her favorite band. She’s been Immortal Angel’s number one groupie for years, and she’s been privy to the out-of-control lifestyle of their radical drummer. Trapped on a tour bus with the charismatic Jimmy Wilder, she falls victim to his irresistible charm, but she refuses to compromise her ethics. He needs to get his life together before she’ll give him a second glance, but a bigger obstacle stands in their way – her father.
One woman between his legs, one straddled across his face and another licking his chest – life didn’t get much better than this. The tour bus dipped and the four of them bounced off the mattress just as Jimmy Wilder exploded. They had been going at it for the entire ride from Chicago, and now collapsed in a tangled heap of sexually satiated hard bodies.
The bus jolted to a stop and interrupted Jimmy’s state of bliss. He slapped the redhead next to him on her perfect naked ass. “This is your stop, sweets.” He threw on a pair of jeans and tossed a few hundred dollar bills on the bed. “Get yourselves a taxi back home. Thanks for the good time.”
He left the girls to dress and let themselves out. He needed to quench his thirst, and there was an ice cold beer beckoning to him from the fridge. He cracked open a Budweiser and took a long, refreshing gulp before he joined the rest of the band in the living area.
Jessi stroked Tommy’s long, blond hair, and Angel rested a hand on Tommy’s thigh. Across from the trio sat Damien and Alyssa Diamond, quietly talking to one another.
Alyssa turned to Jimmy and flipped her long, black hair over her shoulder. “At least put the music on or something. You know that flimsy door doesn’t block any noise. You’ve heard these three.” She looked directly at Tommy and raised her brow. “I don’t know what the hell Jessi and Angel are doing to you, but I’d really love to know.”
Jimmy’s three ladies appeared from the bedroom, gave him a wet kiss, and he gave them a pat on the butt as they passed through the center aisle of the bus and out the front exit. Jimmy turned the cap from his beer between his fingers a few times, before he flicked it across the table. “I’ve been thinking.” He sat down next to Damien, but addressed Angel. “Why do you three always get the bedroom and we get stuck in those cramped bunks? It’s not fair, man.” His cheeks displayed a dimpled smile while his thoughts went to the last hour and a half of fun with the two brunettes and the redhead. “I think we should share the bedroom.” Jimmy took a long sip of his beer, and his thoughts drifted back to his romp with the three lovely ladies. It was rare that he scored the bedroom, and the extra room afforded an array of pleasing positions.
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When Dan and his friends fly into a small Wyoming town to film scenes of a project they’re working on together, they stay at Dan’s parents’ old summer house on Walter Lake. Once they arrive, Dan feels something strange at the lake. His sense of home, the smells and sights seem to have vanished. When the appearance of a Lake Angel named Whisper comes to haunt him, he discovers that another Lake Angel has been kidnapped and is trapped in one of the houses surrounding the lake. Whisper can’t leave the lake, so he asks Dan to find the Angel and bring him back. Seduced by Whisper’s beauty, Dan accepts the mission, but he fears the power and strength of a person or thing with the capability of capturing a Lake Angel and keeping him hidden away.
Emerging from the water was a beautiful man with sun kissed skin, an abundance of brown hair flowing to the back of his neck, a swimmer’s build beyond perfection, pectoral muscles so big they appeared to be floating in the water, innocent hazel eyes with long angelic eyelashes, and lush lips. Each stroke he made was as graceful and gentle as the sound of a wave crashing onto the shore.
“I didn’t know there was anyone else out here,” Dan said.
“I’m a quiet swimmer,” he said in a voice so delicate that Dan felt a rush of tingles hit the back of his neck.
“What’s your name?” Dan asked.
“I’m Whisper,” he said. “I’m the one who makes every sound in the lake as delicate and soft as they are now,” he added. “I want to ask you a favor.”
“What kind of favor?” Dan asked.
“I wanted to ask if you could find someone for me. His name is Sensory,” Whisper said. “Sensory has been gone for over a week and has taken mortal form. He’s in that house,” Whisper said, pointing directly at Judy Manor.
“If you know where he is, why don’t you get him?” Dan said, surprised that Whisper wasn’t smart enough to think of that first.
“I can’t leave the lake,” Whisper explained.
“So all you want me to do is go there and find out what Sensory is doing in Judy Manor?” Dan asked.
Whisper nodded. “Find a way to get inside the house and look for him,” he said. “But It won’t be easy,” he added.
The door opened to reveal a man with white hair combed back, flawless tan skin, dressed in a royal blue robe and nothing else. His eyes were marble black and he was younger than Dan had expected.
“I’m Professor Perry Van,” he said, offering to shake hands.
Dan had a suspicious feeling growing in the pit of his stomach. The man greeting him was scantily clad, good looking, and immediately offered him alcohol, but Dan wasn’t going to be seduced by an older man easily. He entered the manor, and Perry closed the door behind them. He led Dan into the living room which was dark with black and scarlet colors in the rugs and drapes, in the color of the walls, and in the sofa and furniture. Books lined the shelves between the curtained windows, and the only lights in the room came from the antique lamps.
“Welcome to my home. I don’t usually have guests,” Perry said, opening a bottle of cognac and pouring himself a glass. “You must stay awhile. You can take a shower after your swim in the lake. I was just about to take a swim myself,” he said as he pointed out his bathrobe and slid his hand along the edge, revealing a bit more of his chest than necessary.
Dan had older men come on to him in the past, so he knew what Perry was up to. The strange part was, even though there was something not quite right about the man, Dan found Perry charming and sexy.
“A shower sounds good,” Dan said.
A huge grin filled Perry’s face. “Let me show you the master bath,” he said, sliding out of his chair.
“It’s beautiful,” Dan said, hypnotized by the bathroom’s allure.
Perry stepped into the room. “Can I get you anything before your shower?”
Dan turned his head. “I think I’ve got everything I need in here already,” he said.
Without telling Perry to leave, Dan pulled the Velcro fly of his swim trunks and undid the string. Perry moved in closer and looked at himself in the mirror above the sink, and began playing with his hair. Dan noticed Perry’s reflection in the glass of the shower. It was clear that he was pretending to fix his hair while he waited for Dan to strip. Dan dropped his swimsuit to the floor, revealing himself to Perry.
Perry watched as Dan entered the shower. As the water poured down on Dan, Perry undid the sash of his robe, revealing his body underneath. His chest hair was trim, his skin tan all over, with his most private area a nice golden color. His stomach was flat and smooth, his legs thick and toned.
Dan could feel Perry disrobing behind him. Perry stepped into the shower slowly, closing the door. Dan lathered his body down to his groin area, and it was then that Perry took the bar of soap from him and reached around to lather the rest of his guest. Perry let out a groan as soft as a whisper, as Dan watched the hands of his seducer.
“How do you live out here without this?” Dan asked.
Perry nibbled at Dan’s ear, “Good things come to those who wait,” he whispered against Dan’s ear.
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As the alpha, Eric cannot let anything dire happen to anyone, so with rumors of a dark presence near the area, he sends one of his betas to check out the situation. Feeling the strength of the full moon, the werewolf inside of him is aching to get out. His pack has a strict rule that no young werewolf be allowed to roam alone, especially on the night of the full moon, and he knows the young ones in the pack will be struggling tonight.
Eric belonged to a family of werewolves that were considered royalty in the paranormal world, and because of that, his son was royalty as well, the rightful heir to being the new alpha of the pack. But Eric’s son left the pack many years ago, and while Roderick secretly kept tabs on him, he hadn’t dared contact him directly. Who knew what might happen if a powerful father and son confronted each other when the hatred between them hadn’t lessened yet.
Roderick smiled to himself. He was Eric’s beta. He looked at Eric sleeping peacefully, his chest rising and lowering with each breath.
“Are you going to keep checking me out like that?” Eric asked. His eyes were still closed and a smile was on his face.
“I thought you were asleep,” answered Roderick.
Eric didn’t open his eyes as he grabbed Roderick’s arm, gently pulling him closer. Eric elongated his teeth and gently bit him.
“I love it when you do that,” smiled Roderick as he closed his eyes and let himself go to the sensations of Eric biting his neck and shoulder.
Roderick knew what his alpha wanted and was pleased to oblige. He prided himself in being the one Eric had chosen as the first beta, and he was willing to do anything to give his alpha the pleasure he needed. Eric closed his eyes in anticipation of the amazing experience he was about to have.
Any other night the two of them would have taken it slow, but the power of the full moon was making them more passionate.
It had been two months since Eli met Stanley. He had been sent to the small county to work on a murder case, one thing led to another, and Eli had found himself being protected from a crazed woman by Stanley. That was the night he discovered that Stanley was a werewolf, and surprisingly, it didn’t scare him off. He felt a connection with Stanley, and the two of them ended up living together.
There wasn’t much detail in the report that had been sent to him. All he could ascertain was that the ‘occurrences’ seemed to be moving. People reported scary howls and dark figures at night with glowing red eyes. Eli wouldn’t have given it much thought, but living with a werewolf boyfriend had opened his eyes when it came to the supernatural world. There was a good chance that something paranormal was making its way to the county.
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Growing up in Key West, the gay capital of the South, Danny was open-minded enough to try anything once. He had heard through the grapevine that any guy who made it with another guy poolside at Robbie Burns’ place was socially entitled to get and wear a puka shell necklace. He had made it his personal goal to get one of the treasured adornments this year, and Danny was nothing if not determined, but his visit to the Burns residence is an eye-opener in more ways than he had anticipated.
Sounds of a game of water baseball came to his ears which indicated that the older boys were accepting Danny into their coterie, and Robbie had to admit that Danny had the equipment to make him popular and a sought-after partner. He sat down in front of his computer monitor, but he wasn’t thinking of work. His mind had flashed back to Danny Robinson, now known as Danny Robinson, Sr. He picked up the phone and dialed the number he had been given. Three-four-five rings and then a familiar voice saying “Hello.”
He hung up immediately. The voice was so bass, so gentle, so reminiscent of the nights they had spent together promising to love each other forever, and then the one night when Danny called off their affair with the news that he had gotten a girl pregnant from a one night experience on the other side, and felt it was his responsibility to marry her. Robbie had been cut off quicker than a newly born puppy dog’s tail. And yet he remembered all the love he had given the man, the love he had searched for again for fifteen years – in college and in all the gay bars he frequented, all the men he had been with, but none ever sparked the feelings he once had for Daniel Robinson, Sr. All the one night stands and the few that extended to week-long attempts at finding romance were all in vain. He had basically given up finding Mr. Right.
He got up and made a sandwich and turned on the radio station, doing anything to get his mind off the memory of Danny and his body – the firm abdomen, the smiles he always gave, and his voice, that mellifluous, sexy, oh so sexy voice. Nothing worked, however, at diverting his mind. Memories of what had been kept flooding back. No matter where he looked in the house, there was a reawakened memory of what he and Danny had done or said in every spot – the kitchen, the patio, the living room sofa, the floor in front of the fake fireplace. Memories that had been buried deep in his subconscious cascaded over him.
Finally, he redialed the number and waited patiently for an answer.
“Hello.” There was that sexy voice again.
“Hi, Danny. This is Robbie Burns.”
There was an interminable pause. “Hi,” the deep bass voice finally said.
“I was wondering if you might be free and feel like making the drive over. I’d like to see you.”
“You want to see me? After what I did to you? How I betrayed you?” the voice asked incredulously.
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A lawyer and ad executive during the week, Eddie and his buddy have big plans for the weekend. They’re going to drive up to Hyannis, rent a small cabin cruiser, and luxuriate in the life of ease anchored somewhere off the coast. Their plans don’t include picking up a hitchhiker, but he’s so hot, they can’t resist. Holding a sign saying he’s hitching to P-town means there’s a major party waiting to happen, so they pull to the side of the road and give him a ride.
I called Eddie and ran the plans past him, and called Dave’s Rentals to reserve a small fishing boat or cabin cruiser. I told him how to stock it, charged it all like a patriotic American, and called Eddie back to confirm. I have to admit that Eddie can go from a preppy looking junior law partner to a pure tramp/sleaze in one hour or less. In a little over three hours, we were just outside of Bedford and all at once Eddie hollered at me, “Stop the car.” I’ve learned three things about Eddie over the years of road tripping when he’s on shotgun patrol and gives that command. One is that he has to piss like a racehorse, or I just missed the hottest hunk in the universe hitchhiking his butt off, or I missed a turn off. And in two out of three cases, it’s wise for me to stop. Five hundred yards or so behind us was a guy in cutoff jeans and a tank top.
“Only for you, Eddie, only for you,” I jokingly complained. I put the car in reverse and slowly began backing up.
As the hitchhiker jogged up to the side of the car, Eddie looked at his sign and said, “P-town, huh?”
“Yeah, I’ve got friends up there and thought I’d visit for the weekend.” He looked in the car and figured we were safe. Hey, two guys, upper twenties, dressed in vacation gear aren’t exactly going to an Elks Convention.
“Friends, huh?” said Eddie, impressing the guy’s own words back on him. We both knew what he was going to do with any guy he could find during a wild party weekend. We had done it, Eddie and me – parties at The Boat Slip, drag shows at the pre-fire Pilgrim House, midnight trips to the monument, twilight whale watching. We’d done it all at one time or another, just never with each other. “We can give you a lift as far as Hyannis if you want.”
No fool, Eddie. He opened the door and stepped out. He told him to toss his backpack into the back of the car, and hop in the front because the air conditioner worked better. So now we had this young hot puppy sitting between us for at least the next forty minutes or so. Eddie’s legal technique of questioning soon had the guy telling us his complete biography. We knew everything about him except his social security number.
Eddie and I had worked out the auto routine over the years. Trapped between us, Eddie would keep him talking and switching from general to sexual topics, while I, as the driver, would begin making the lower leg contact – you know, the hand off the steering wheel to push in the cigarette lighter and then resting on my knee but also touching his, then getting the lighter when it was ready, lighting a smoke, offering a smoke, returning the lighter, and making contact again with flesh. Then leaving it there for a bit and slowly moving it up the thigh.
By that time, the intended victim would be giving implied consent, or gently brush our hands aside and let his own rest there as a guard/protector. This guy had been hitching long enough that he knew the game so well he beat me to the lighter opening gambit. He just stretched his legs apart a little until he was pressuring our legs, and said matter of fact, “If either or both of you want to party tonight in Hyannis, I’m game, but I will need a ride all the way to P-town afterward or tomorrow morning. Is that agreeable?”
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John loves shellfish and jazz so much that he bought a souvenir shirt in New Orleans with the graphic of a huge red crawfish and the words, “Pinch the tail, suck the head,” scrawled across the front. Wearing the shirt one day, he meets Steve, who interprets the words in a completely different way. At first, John doesn’t realize he’s being propositioned, and he has never been with a man, but Steve leaves him wondering…about much more than shellfish and jazz.
The highlight of John’s life so far had been the vacation he treated himself to the preceding summer for his twenty-sixth birthday. While most of his co-workers headed to the beach, the mountains, Europe, or an island paradise, John had booked a week in New Orleans. Bourbon Street was everything he had hoped it would be. Small out-of-the-way clubs, popular tourist traps – he hit them all and reveled in the performances. And the food – a gastronomic treat! At the suggestion of a waiter on his second night in town, he finally tasted crawfish for the first time in his life and it became one of his new favorites. Of course, he was a little embarrassed when he didn’t know how to tackle the little critters and had to ask what the correct way to eat them should be. The waiter merely smiled and told him, “You just pinch the tail and suck the head.” So he did for each remaining night of his vacation.
He was so impressed with them that he stopped at a t-shirt shop and bought a souvenir shirt that was in the window. Emblazoned across the front was a graphic of a huge red crawfish with the words, “Pinch the tail, suck the head,” scrawled beneath.
Of course, when he got back to work, he had to listen to everyone else bragging about their respective vacations and boring folks with their cell phone pictures. But he tolerated it.
Driving home after work, John realized he needed to stop for some groceries. When he came to the produce section, he quickly found two Vidalia onions, some very meaty tomatoes, but discovered that the cucumbers were a bit mushy. As he stood there feeling each one, trying to find a firm one, another customer approached and he too started squeezing the cucumbers.
“Doesn’t seem to be a hard one in the whole bin,” he said.
John agreed. “Not my regular market, but I did expect a better selection.”
“Nice shirt,” he said. “You do it often?”
“Not around here, but in New Orleans it was almost every night.”
“Kewl,” he replied. “Lucky you!” John noticed that the young man was gently stroking the cucumber he was holding. “I don’t do it often, but I sure would like to do it with you. I think it would be hot!”
Suddenly a light went off in John’s head. He had only laughed about the shirt he was wearing, with the graphic of a huge red crawfish, and the words, “Pinch the tail, suck the head,” scrawled beneath. He had been thinking of crawfish and the waiter. It never dawned on him that it could mean something else, and now here he was getting propositioned by a stranger in a supermarket. “I’m sorry,” he said. “When I said it was almost every night in New Orleans, I was talking about eating crawfish. I’m afraid you misunderstood me and I definitely misunderstood you. Don’t get me wrong. I’m not a prude or anything like that. It’s just not my bag.”
“That’s okay, but the offer still stands – one way. You are one hot looking man and I’d love to give you pleasure.”
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When David’s boyfriend, Jared, becomes a control freak, David’s growing resentment threatens their relationship on the college basketball team, and neither is willing to jeopardize the chance of winning the national title. Knowing that David cannot afford to lose his athletic scholarship, Jared warns that if he leaves him, he will tell the coach that his rising star is gay.
Across the state at a different university, David’s twin, Neil, is destined for greatness in the business world. Also gay, he meets a man named Jerry who changes his life, but finding their roommate murdered shakes their relationship to its core.
As the twins face their individual challenges, they meet some interesting characters, loves are lost and hearts are broken, but the challenge they must face together threatens to destroy the very foundation of their lives.
David stopped at the Union for a quick snack and headed back to the dorm to await his tutor. He changed into a pair of shorts and a tank top so he would be comfortable. There was no need for winter attire inside the dorm.
He opened the door as soon as he heard the first knock. Standing there was a guy about as tall as he was, with gorgeous blue eyes, shoulder-length whitish blond hair, and a big friendly grin. Outweighing David by probably forty pounds and with enough muscle to bench-press a ton, he introduced himself. “Hi, David Maga? I’m Danny Houseknecht. Coach Maguire assigned me as your tutor for your final exams. Shall we get started?”
David pulled over the chair from Jared’s desk.
“Nice pictures on the wall. Celtics fan, eh?”
“Yeah, do or die.”
“Well, they certainly died last year. They were fourth place in the Atlantic Division.”
“But I’m confident they’ll do better this year.”
“We’ll see. I have to admit you’re a pretty good ballplayer yourself. I’ve watched you play every game this year. You’ve got a lot of potential.”
“Thanks. Every game?”
“Yes, I’m at the scorer’s table keeping the official record of the game for Coach M. Glad you got over your jitters last night against ECU and scored. Now, where should we get started? Coach gave me your class schedule – art, geography, history, math, and English – all the basic introductory courses. Who are your teachers?”
David rattled off the course and the professor.
“Good. I’m pretty familiar with their usual finals. The way I like to run these tutoring sessions is – I ask you a question, you answer it to the best of your ability and jot in your notes what you said, and then I add what else you should include in your answer. Then just a fast review right before you take the exam should have everything fresh in your mind.”
David took a very long pause and then said, “This isn’t really working for me. I can’t concentrate.”
“Because I’m gay and you’re too hot a man. All that keeps intruding on my mind is what you would look like naked and what we would be doing in a bed. I mean, it’s Friday night, right before finals. I’m sure every guy on campus, except the basketball players, is doing his damnedest to get laid.”
“Point well taken. But you’ve got a job to do and so do I. Mine is to make sure you’re ready for your exams and I have to do everything in my power to make it so.” He rose from his chair and removed his sweater, then his shirt, his shoes, his socks, and his pants. He stood in front of David in only a tight pair of shorts that could have been designed by Andrew Christian. “Does this satisfy your erotic fantasy so we can get on with our tutoring?” David just sat there staring at the gorgeous Nordic god. “Obviously not yet.”
He removed his underwear and let his endowment flop free. David’s eyes fixed directly on it.
“You want it? Go ahead.”
David didn’t move. He still sat there transfixed by the beauty in front of him.
“I forgot, we’re supposed to be on the bed.”
He grabbed David’s hand and pulled him up off the chair and led him to the bed.
Neil and Jerry had been on the road for nearly two hours when Neil asked Jerry to pull over to the side of the interstate. “I have something to say and I didn’t want you driving when I say it.”
There was a long pause – a long uncomfortable pause – so long that dire thoughts began to race through Jerry’s head.
They were oblivious to everything but themselves and the moment. They weren’t even cognizant of the red and blue lights in their rear window. It was the tap on the window that got their attention. Jerry rolled down the window as the officer shined his light inside and searched for any imminent danger.
“Is everything all right?” he asked.
“Oh officer, nothing could be better than this moment. After three months of waiting, my honey has told me he loves me.”
“Have you been drinking?”
“Only from the springs of Cupid.”
Not understanding the allusion, he had Jerry step out of the car. “What were you drinking?”
“Nothing officer. I was speaking metaphorically. You want me to take a breathalyzer test, or do the road sobriety test?”
“No, I don’t smell alcohol on you, and your pants are up. Just do me a favor. Don’t park on the side of an interstate. You could cause or be in an accident.”
“Thanks, officer, but I think we can wait until we get home.”
“Well, be careful. I heard on my scanner that there’s a lot of heavy fog about thirty miles from here.”
Jerry reseated himself and fastened his seat belt preparing to reenter traffic when Neil started laughing hysterically. “That certainly killed the moment, but we’re going to talk about this for the rest of our lives. I tell you I love you and all at once there are red lights flashing. What the hell is going to happen when we’re in bed together?”
“I know all the disco lights in my brain will be going off.”
“Scoring Big,” erotic romance by Duncan More, is available from Apple, Barnes & Noble, Amazon, All Romance ebooks, Google, Kobo ebooks, and Coffeetime Romance. Also available in print from Amazon. Our website is http://www.beautobeau.com.