Overview

A collection of five erotic stories packed with male on male action.

Sand And Steel by Shanna Germain

He is my prisoner. He is a SEAL. I know that no amount of pain that will make him crack and tell me what I need to know. But he has ...

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Sand and Steel: A collection of gay erotic stories

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Overview

A collection of five erotic stories packed with male on male action.

Sand And Steel by Shanna Germain

He is my prisoner. He is a SEAL. I know that no amount of pain that will make him crack and tell me what I need to know. But he has not been trained to withstand pleasure. Yet, even though he is blindfold, there is something familiar about him. When he asks me to remove his blindfold I decide it will be in my best interests. Too late, I realise I’ve made a mistake that will cost one of us our life.

Beauty And The Beast by Penelope Friday

Len and Sebastian are an unlikely couple: the carpenter and the aristocrat. It’s a relationship that’s going nowhere. Yet, in the bedroom they are equals. In the bedroom they belong to each other in total oneness. And then one night everything changes.

How Many Times Is The First Time? by Chrissie Bentley

No one at work knows for sure if Marty is gay. But he’s such a nice guy it doesn’t matter. I have to admit I’ve had more than a few passing fantasies about him, though. And then one day fate intervenes and I realise my fantasies are about to come true. And what’s more, Marty is a man full of surprises.

It’s A Sin by Alex Jordain

I’ve been brought up to be a devout Roman Catholic, but Jerry, with his blond hair, pretty face and lithe athletic body is just too much of a temptation. When he invites me to his house I can’t resist. And being initiated into the delights of boy fun turns out to be the most satisfying as well as the most sinful time of my life.

Snow Wolf by John Connor

Russia, winter, 1905 – it’s a time full of chaos and uncertainty. I have chosen to live a hermit trapper’s existence, it’s more peaceful that way. But when I find an injured soldier, half dead beneath the snow of a frozen forest, I cannot leave him to die. I take him back to my cabin to recover and as his frozen body slowly revives, I discover that we have a great deal more in common than it would first appear.

These stories have also been published in Boy Fun ISBN 9781907016097

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781907761577
  • Publisher: Xcite Books
  • Publication date: 8/24/2010
  • Sold by: Barnes & Noble
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 44
  • Sales rank: 753,372
  • File size: 557 KB

Meet the Author

Shanna Germain claims the titles of Leximaven, Wanderluster, Girl Geek, Vorpal Blonde and Schrodinger's Brat. Her work has appeared in places like Best American Erotica, Best Bondage Erotica, Best Erotic Romance, Best Gay Erotica, Best Lesbian Romance and many more. Visit her wild world of words at www.shannagermain.com


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Alex Jordaine is the UK’s leading Femdom author and is also a regular contributor to ‘Marquis’, the most read fetish magazine in the world. In his highly acclaimed ‘Mistress’ series of books, all of them published by Xcite Books, powerful women are firmly in charge. They control the pleasure and men are there to serve and obey them. All the books in this ongoing series have been published as both paperbacks and e-books. They are also all ‘one-offs’, so they can be read in any order.


‘I thoroughly enjoy turning the usual stereotypes on their head in my writing,’ Alex says, ‘as well as exploring the psychology of submission, the joys and perils of the BDSM lifestyle, and the redemptive power of love. This last is worth mentioning because, for books so full of graphic discipline, bondage and domination, they are essentially love stories.’


Stories by Alex Jordaine have also been included in various collections of BDSM, gay, lesbian and general themed erotica, also all published by Xcite Books. Twelve of his most tantalizing tales have been anthologized in the collection ‘Sweet Torments: The Best of Alex Jordaine’.


 


 



Deep within America’s mystical Delmarva Peninsula, author and architect Chrissie Bentley collects vintage erotica, believes in ghosts and has a sweet tooth that even her dentist admires. Addicted to writing since she was young, she ran out of time to do everything she wanted so she created a pseudonym to take up the slack. Jenny Swallows blogs furiously, haunts Facebook and composes obscene poetry, leaving Chrissie free to write stories, pay the bills and feed the cats.


Visit jennyswallows.blogspot.com to find out more about her, or just write and ask - she loves getting messages, and adores exchanging memories and anecdotes.


Described as “apocalyptic” by The Paris Review, Chrissie’s novel The Nympho Librarian & Other Stories was a 2012 best-seller on Amazon’s chart of books with the word “librarian” in the title; among over a dozen other novels and collections, her other works include Miss America: A BDSM Vampire Tale; the supernatural erotica of Below Blue London (“Bow Bells with blowjobs” is her succinct summary); and three collections of Ambrose Horne’s Victorian sex-detective stories published by Xcite.


Her latest, a semi-fictional study of the blue movie industry in London in the late 1960s will be published later this year.


Chrissie’s short stories have also appeared in Best Women’s Erotica 2012, the Mammoth Book of Lesbian Erotica, The Bad Girl’s Sweet Kiss (published by Xcite and co-edited with Miranda Forbes), various editions of Xcite’s Cocktales series and many more.


And when she’s not listening to Garbage, Jem and Broadcast CDs, playing with the cats or torturing her boyfriend (in the nicest possible way), she’ll probably have her nose buried away in Second Life. Where she writes stories, listens to Garbage, Jem and Broadcast, plays with cats... hmmm. I think we're seeing a pattern here.


Find her at:


Her blog: http://constantlychrissie.wordpress.com


Her Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/chrissie.bentley.9?fref=ts


And as her alter-ego on Twitter: @jennyswallows

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The man sucking me off knows what he’s doing. He runs the flat of his tongue around the end of my dick before he suctions me into his mouth, bit by bit. His lips look pink and raw against the fabric of the black ski mask he wears. His eyes are bound over the mask, so his lips are all I see of his face. His lips sliding over me, taking me in. It takes all of my focus to keep from closing my eyes as he sucks me, and I know that this is what he wants. He wants me off my game, vulnerable to the suck and slither of his tongue and lips.
And I want him to think that he’s so good at what he’s doing that I have dropped my guard. So when he lets my dick slide from his mouth and leans down to tongue my balls, I decrease the pressure of the knife point against his neck. I moan to show him how he’s getting to me, how I might let him live if he gets me off well enough. The moan is an act, but it’s also part real. And that’s the thing that’s got my pulse thumping in my forehead. Even with his hands bound behind his back, he’s a risk. And that, as much as his mouth, is why I’m so fucking hard.
He stops lapping my balls and puts his lips around the end of my dick again. I should stop him now, but I want just another minute inside the warm depths of his mouth. I want to face-fuck him just a bit longer. I already know he’s not going to give up the information. He’s too good. So I’m going to have to kill him. But first, I want. Fuck, I want.
I put my hands on each side of his black hood and pull his head toward me. He leans willingly, swallowing me up until my brain feels like it’s whirl-pooling down into my stomach. His rhythm is hard and unyielding, a rough in and out that draws my balls up and my breath down.
‘Ah, fuck.’ I grab the back of his head and pull him off of me before I can come. It’s harder than I expect. To buy a little breathing time, I hold his head away and say, ‘I do love those pretty little lips of yours, especially against that black fabric. Like they’re just made for sucking cock.’
My hard-on throbs in the air between us. He can’t see it, of course, not with his eyes bound. It lessens some of his humiliation, but I can’t risk having him see me. Not that he’s going to get out of this alive, but I’ve been taught to cover all my risks.
I put my fingertip to his bottom lip. It’s wet with his saliva and my pre-come. There’s something about the way he sucks his lip in, under his top teeth, that reminds me of someone I used to know, a lifetime ago, but I can’t place it.
‘Now, I hate to waste a mouth like that. So let’s call a truce. You give me what I want –’
I tap my palm against the side of his covered cheek to show I’m serious. ‘And I’ll think about letting you go.’ It’s a fair promise. As fair as I can make anyway.
He doesn’t move or speak. He’s hardly moved or spoken in the last five hours, which is why I resorted to having him suck me. I know what he’s trained for: he can be buried alive; he can survive drowning and cold and heat. He can take pain. But pleasure? He’s not trained for pleasure.
People on the outside think we’re cruel and somehow inhuman. And we are; just not in the way they think. It’s all about breaking our foes down, using fear and humiliation to protect what matters most.
But this guy doesn’t seem to have either humiliation or fear. My men waited for five days for him to show and still they nearly missed him. Unlike a lot of guys nowadays, he actually knows how to do what needs to be done. I can tell from the way they bound his eyes without taking off his mask and from the ropes around his hands and feet that he put up a fight before I got here. I’m almost sorry I missed it. But there’s something kind about having him be anonymous; when you do things like I do, it’s easier if I never see their face.
And now we’re alone, him and I, in this small concrete room in the middle of nowhere. Now we’re alone with each other and our wills.
‘C’mon,’ I say. I bounce my hard-on off his lower lip, just to remind him why we’re here. My dick reacts with its own little half-surge. I’m tempted to stick it back between those lips, to fuck his mouth until I come, but it’s a temptation that I can’t risk. Not yet. ‘Tell me what I want to know.’
He says something, low enough that I can’t hear. It’s an old trick, and I’m not falling for it. You can stick your dick in a guy’s mouth and he’s smart enough not to bite it off, but you lean your face down there, and you don’t know what could happen.
‘Try again,’ I say.
He licks his lips. The point of his tongue is wet with saliva and it leaves a trail across his top lip.
‘Let me watch you come,’ he says. ‘I’ll tell you what you want to know.’ It’s the first time I’ve heard his voice. Something about the deep spit of it sends a surge of blood into my dick, rising it a half-inch higher.
Without waiting for my answer, he searches for my dick, finds the end of it with his lips and sucks me inside. He moans and my brain shuts down in the warm wet suck.
‘I don’t believe you, you know,’ I say, even as I’m reaching behind his head to take off the blindfold. My fingers shake, but the knot’s not hard to undo. He sucks my dick in deeper, until I swear I can feel his lips against my stomach. I like to close my eyes when I come – it takes me into a space I can’t capture otherwise – but I don’t dare.
I pull the blindfold away as he bobs up and down on my dick, sucking it as though he’s sucking up oil or gold. I drop the blindfold to the ground. And then, everything happens at once: I start to come inside the hot wet hole of his mouth, the man raises his blue eyes to my face, and I understand that I have fucked up.
I back up, sliding my twitching dick from his lips. Come sprays the air between us, but I barely notice.
‘Jesus,’ I breathe. ‘Fuck, Jonas? What the fuck?’
The man’s eyes flick toward me when I say his name. And then his lips curl up at the corners. ‘Shit,’ he says. ‘No wonder you felt so good in my mouth. I should have known it was you.’
He says my name, and it’s the same way he said it then. The same way he said it in that sugar cookie summer.

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