Twenty tales of hot man-on-man action showcasing the very best in erotic writing and the raunchiest gay encounters around, from wild one-night stands to the lasting connections made by long-term lovers.
Dominant masters and their willing submissives, musclebound hunks and shy, geeky guys, curious virgins and experienced studs all rub shoulders in this mouth-wateringly erotic collection.
When boys get together in bed , the last thing they want to do is sleep…
Finished By Hand by William Anthony
Young Mr Grisham has been working for Marquis & Delaney – Gentleman’s Outfitters, for several years, and still has a commission to make at the end of the month. How else is he going to pay for those exotic holidays along the North African coast? Or the pleasures which go with them? So when the young, expensively dressed Moroccan-looking gentleman enters the premises, Mr Grisham decides to make him his prime concern. However, as things progress, the young sales assistant discovers there’s more to be had than just a helping hand when it comes to measuring up in the fitting room.
The Hung Games by Elizabeth Coldwell
The games have an audience of millions, glued to their screens as eight fit, well-hung men battle to be the last one standing. Venness may have the equipment to make him a contender, but the contest is supposed to be fixed in the favour of ultra-dominant reigning champion Darien. Has he really got what it takes to bring Darien down and finally make him submit to whatever humiliation may follow?
Chocolates at the Sun Garden Hotel by D.K. Jernigan
When Jonah delivers a box of the company’s finest chocolate truffles to the Sun Garden Hotel, he doesn’t expect his boyfriend, Everet, to open the door. And as Everet has arranged for someone to cover his deliveries for the rest of the day, they have plenty of time to spend making love that’s sweet, like chocolate…
The Age of Indolence by Lynn Lake
It was no secret that Bertrand Toddy was skilled with his hands, being an erotic playwright, and equally adept with his mouth, being an erotic orator. And his skills as a pornographic photographer were also widely renowned, Victorian Britain embracing the passionate man – though on the sly, of course. An invitation to his home, then, was an invitation to the finer, fiercely perverted things in life, performed both by the artist himself, and his always willing and nubile band of protégés.
Two in the Bed by Drew Payne
He’s wanted Mark for years, but life caused the two friends to drift apart before he could ever act on his attraction. Now he has Mark in his bed, half-naked and horny, and he’s determined to make up for all that lost time.
Paddle Boy by Landon Dixon
It was Pledge Week at the college fraternity – paddling week – and he was making all the frat brothers sore with his showing off. So they decided to make him sore, hitting him right where he called home with ever-bigger and harder tools of discipline, and delight. Pledge Week was his favourite time of year.
Bananas by Dominic Santi
Lust at first sight slams into the net when a Southern California beach volleyball player falls for a hunk who’s allergic to everything from sunblock to lube to latex. As Speedo meets long-sleeves and a hat, the lovers find new ways to get off.
Evolution of Attraction by Katya Harris
Jamie’s always loved women and never thought he would be attracted to a man, but that was before he met Bryan Foster. The attraction he feels for his gay best friend has been building and building, and now they’re sharing a motel room for the night, he can longer deny just how much he wants him. The surprise is that Bryan wants him just as badly, even though he thinks Jamie is just curious about gay sex. Neither of them is ready to admit that what they feel for each other is more than curiosity or casual lust, but by the time morning comes around, they both know what they’ve shared could be the beginning of something wonderful.
Happy New Year DJ Lawrence by Graham Benedict
Lawrence, the DJ owner of a mobile disco, doesn’t think he has a thing about uniforms, or the men who wear them. So the New Year’s Eve gig at a local naval base is just business as usual. Until Gary, the leading seaman, comes back off shore patrol and walks into the club. At the end of the night, when Lawrence finds his van has been snowed in, it’s not long before he discovers that, when it comes to naval manoeuvres, Gary has no qualms about disregarding any rules of engagement …
Lay-by by L.A. Fields
Life’s hard when you’re a college kid living with your aunt to avoid all the teasing that comes from being gay and weighing a good 290 pounds. Except the other kids at college don’t tease Bruce, and the only thing stopping him from breaking away is his own fear. Until his old friend Wade shows up, spelling trouble in all the nicest of ways and promising to show Bruce all the passion he’s been missing.
April Showers by Michael Wells
You can watch the world from your window – or join in. Sometimes the world barges in, picks you up and shakes you, and when it does, you’re forced into taking the ride! When dodgy pipework causes a flood in the upstairs flat, recluse Tom is forced step in and help Alexi, the half-naked, beautiful, and very wet builder. When the water stops, the heat is turned on and a heady, steamy meeting of worlds begins.
A Queer Kind of Caring by Eve Ray
Eric seems a broken man and tired of life when he comes to the old people’s home. But his appetite for young men is undimmed, and he enjoys an Indian summer of passionate sex with his carer, teaching him about all the pleasures two men can enjoy together.
Valentine by Beverly Langland
Handsome Jake Barrett is a bully in and out of the bedroom. He lives with his long-suffering boyfriend, Simon, an exuberant party-loving guy who doesn’t hide his sexuality, unlike Jake. When he meets Valentine, a busty redhead with piercing grey eyes, in a coffee house he gets a painful reminder of his past. She reveals she was once Paul, the lovesick boy who fancied Jake at school and who Jake bullied mercilessly. What happens next is the stuff of Jake’s kinkiest nightmares, and to make matters worse, he discovers that his lover has aided his deliciously humiliating downfall.
Bustin’ Our Balls by Landon Dixon
Kives was wanted on 15 state-wide warrants and a few national ones, and FBI Special Agent Jurgens had a sworn duty to run him down. Only it wasn’t always the lawman who got the drop on the lawbreaker, and when they did run into one another, what they did together wasn’t at all by the book. From coast to coast, chasing their tails.
Memories by Michael Bracken
Ten years together and still as hot for each other as the day they met, two men spend their anniversary reminiscing about all the good times and the sex. Especially the sex.
Spanking the Stripper by E.C. Cutler
It’s not usual for stripper Chase to booked by a bunch of guys, but he’s got no qualms about showing off everything he’s got at a 40th party for the very sexy Professor Morgan. However, when he finds himself in handcuffs and being asked to help act out the professor’s most cherished fantasy, and take a spanking on his bare behind, Chase realises this could be the most painful – and pleasurable – assignment he’s ever had.
A Bear in the Woods by Marcus Swannick
For Danny Wilder, a confident social queen, it’s just another slow and listless Saturday night at The Queen’s Vault, a members-only piano bar and club down a side alley off of Old Compton Street. However, a chance meeting with the sexually inexperienced stable owner, Michael Howlett, not only ends in a night of hotel sluttiness but also sees the start of a relationship which puts a shine back into Danny’s life, and turns the certified town mouse into more than just a country cousin. And it isn’t long before Danny gets to find out just what some bears get up to in the woods.
And the Crowd Goes Wild! by G.R. Richards
Desmond, Vijay, and Bob co-own an unsuccessful gym and they’ve tried every get-rich-quick scheme they can think of to keep their business afloat – every get-rich-quick scheme but one: gay sex wrestling. Bob got the idea from porn, but he thinks they’d make some serious cash selling tickets for local guys to watch live, and then broadcasting the video footage online. There’s only one question left: who wants to wrestle?
The Gamekeeper’s Lodge by JY
Adam, a powerful, normally straight young dominant stares into his own abyss, out of a consuming desire to destroy himself and relinquish his dominance behind the back of his submissive partner. But where does a top turn when he wants to be topped?
A Year of Waiting by Andy McGreggor
Dominique and Yanis are two lovers, Dominique older and Yanis younger. They have lived together in their lovely home on the shores of Lake Geneva for nearly a year, and whilst Dominique has satisfied his Greek lover’s desires amply, one act has he stubbornly refused to perform. Dominique made it quite clear to Yanis that he would need to wait a year before feeling the exquisite delights of anal sex. But tonight is the night and it promises to be quite a show.
About the Author
Elizabeth Coldwell joined Xcite Books in 2011. Formerly the editor of the UK edition of Forum magazine and co-founder of the Guild of Erotic Writers, she has been writing erotic fiction for over twenty years and her work has been widely published in the UK and US. She enjoys writing across the spectrum of erotica genres, from m/m space opera to girl/girl messy fun, vanilla to BDSM, paranormal to contemporary.
Lynn Lake’s fantasies could fill a book – and have (or, at least, parts of many, many books). Her imagination substitutes for a somewhat dreary existence in the middle of nowhere home to a particularly harsh climate. She’s a frustrated crime writer (few markets) and an unfulfilled SF author (no science background). Her erotic experiences, frankly, look better on paper, where she need not discriminate based on couplings, positionings, flogging devices, and/or binding materials. Rich, thick, wet ink spilling out of the golden nib of a finely-crafted fountain pen onto bright, white, textured paper is a form of ecstasy to her, free of STD’s.
She has a cat and an insatiable craving to express herself.
Inspiration comes from everywhere, everything, and everybody she meets or sees or visualizes, but mostly from her mind (very often early in the morning when she first wakes up). She doesn’t wait for the wet muse to tingle her in the appropriate places, however; oftentimes she just sits and stares at a blank piece of paper (Hilroy, lined, in a wire-bound notebook) until an idea strikes her and she pen-strokes it, first into a brief outline, and then into a full story (which usually goes through a, minimum, three-draft process). She’s fairly well-read and quite good at mimicking other styles, which helps in the whole process, as does her natural shyness.
Drew lives in London, England. He has been writing prose and drama since he was a teenager, which he has had published, in various publications, with increasing success, year on year, for the last fifteen years.
He has had stories published in the anthologies, Image Out Write 2012, Eros at Large (Paradise Press), Boys in Bed and Finished by Hand (Both Xcite Books). His essay, More Than Just Making Beds and Emptying Bedpans, was published in the 2010 anthology Nurses on the Run. He has had short stories published in the magazines Chroma, ScotsGay, Creative Week, 'Indie Scene' andGazebo Magazine; and on the websites Gay Flash Fiction, Velvet Mafia, Thick Jam, 1000 Words and The New Flash. He is also a regular contributor to FS Magazine, a National Men’s Health magazine, Nursing Times and Nursing Standard, Britain’s leading nursing publications, and for the Nursing Standard where has been a guest editor three times. Sketches he's written have been performed in the Treason Show, the Brighton based satirical review show.
Find Drew at:
His website: www.drew-payne.co.uk
His Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/drew.payne.london
Dominic Santi is a former technical editor turned rogue whose stories have appeared in many dozens of publications, including Hot Under the Collar, Surrender, Yes, Ma’am, Caught Looking, Sex and Candy, Voyeur Eyes Only: Vegas Windows, Backdoor Lover, Pleasure Me, Best American Erotica, and Red Hot Erotica. Contact him at email@example.com.
L.A. Fields is the author of The Disorder Series and My Dear Watson, a queer Sherlock Holmes pastiche. Her short fiction has appeared in anthologies of horror, erotica, and academia.
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Read an Excerpt
He had moved in closer, still fascinated by the slow movements of the Moroccan gentleman’s hand. Without looking up, he asked, ‘May I?’
‘Please, feel free.’
The gentleman had released his cock from his hand, watching intently as Mr Grisham carefully wrapped his supple fingers around the dark shaft. It had been hot and twitching to the touch. The velvet smooth softness of the outer sheath moved gloriously over the iron-hard centre, and in one slow movement he had drawn the dark foreskin back, completely exposing the glistening head. Mr Grisham had leant forward and, as he gently blew on the tip, his thumb came up to massage and rub at the base of the fully exposed head.
Above him, he had heard the gentleman groan softly, pushing his hips forward, toward Mr Grisham. Continuing to position his head closer, Mr Grisham had moved down so that his lips were barely an inch away from the smooth and inviting glans. Seconds later, he had started to tease the slit and the swollen head with the firm, wet tip of his outstretched tongue.
The gentleman had stifled another collection of sounds as he arched his back and pushed his shoulders against the wall of the changing room. With hurried hands he had loosened his tie, unbuttoned his white shirt, and pulled the loose ends around his back, holding them there with his hands. It had exposed a glorious mat of pubic hair, and above it, the flat, slightly muscular stomach and smooth black chest. As he looked back down again, below his fingers young Mr Grisham had seen the slightly parted legs, and between them the pendulous, dark scrotum – its contents clearly outlined as they hung down and bounced against the gentleman’s inner thighs.
Breathing heavily himself, the shop assistant had moved his hand down so that it was wrapped around the base of the wonderful shaft, then he proceeded to tongue-whip the head – teasing the sensitive underside, slapping his tongue across the top and sides before licking the shaft up and down in long, hard, wet strokes. Reaching down with his free hand he had carefully cupped the beautifully dark sack from below, taking the weight into the palm of his hand and rolling the contents gently with his fingers.
The Moroccan gentleman had brought one of his hands back around in front of him and pushed his fingers into Mr Grisham’s hair, urging his head further into the gentleman’s exposed groin. As he thrust his hips forward, he bit at his bottom lip, then whispered, ‘Perhaps if you were to suck on it …’
Without pausing, the young sales assistant had opened his mouth slightly and guided the swollen top to his lips. Slowly and deliberately he had popped the bulbous head in and out of his mouth until its rich blackness gleamed with saliva under the muted changing room lights.
In response, the gentleman again ran his fingers through Mr Grisham’s hair, his voice cracking as he strained to keep it to a whisper. ‘Yes. Ah, yes!’
Spurred on, young Mr Grisham had slowly worked more and more of the shaft into his eager mouth, his other hand now gently tugging on the Moroccan’s scrotum, feeling it contract and its contents draw upward as he worked on it. As he repeatedly brought his head down he found the air around him becoming heavy with the smell of musky maleness. The sensation had made him work his jaw and lips all the more, his tongue sliding up and down the shaft as he started to take more and more of the glorious meat into his mouth with each head-bob. Then Mr Grisham had removed it completely, stroked it rapidly half a dozen times with his hand, then pushed it up so that it pressed firmly against the Moroccan gentleman’s belly.
Bending further down, the sales assistant then started to lick and suck on the tightening sack – lapping at his heavy pouch and bouncing the contents around on the tip of his tongue, before sucking first one and then the other into his hot mouth. They had seemed so large that he felt he could only manage one in his mouth at a time! For a fleeting moment he had moved even further down, licking underneath, then digging his tongue in between the gentleman’s legs. The sensation set the Moroccan gasping and moaning all the more, and he had spread himself wider, which allowed Mr Grisham to run his fingertips over and up the exposed flesh. Glancing up, he saw the gentleman’s face and his expression of shocked ecstasy, his eyes half closed and his tongue flicking repeatedly over his lips.