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Ally Blue Collection
JingleBellFuck
Love YouTo Pieces
Happy Trails
In Dreams
In The Arms of the River God
Taste of Sun and Sea
Nicky
Heel
Bad Medicine
Heat
Orion's Belt
MakeA Wish
Licked
Happiness IsA Warm Boy
Swallow
Pure Morning After
baby
DreamA Little Dream

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JingleBellFuck
"Jingle Bell Fuck" is a bit of Christmas fluff that began life as abandslashfanfic . As a matter of fact, all I
did was change the names and the speech patterns to protect the innocent. Hope you enjoy it!
*****
It was Christmas Eve, and Tom was insanely excited. Johnny had promised to come over with a Very
Special Surprise, and Tom could barely sit still for wondering what it was. He put on Christmas music,
sat down, jumped up again, checked his hair for the umpteenth time, sat down again and fidgeted.
At last the doorbell rang. Tom raced to the door and opened it. His heart fluttered at the sight of Johnny
in a long red fur coat with a sheer, glittery, skin-tight black shirt underneath. And black chastity jeans,
Tom noted with supreme satisfaction. Johnny knew how much he loved undoing all those shiny buttons
without using his hands.
Tom, you look splendid, love! Johnnygrinned a wide, toothy grin that melted Tom right into his red
Christmas shoes.
Thanks, I hoped youd like the outfit, Tom said, turning around to show off the spectacular green
velvet bell bottoms and matching sleeveless vest. Hed taken to going sleeveless constantly ever since
Johnny mentioned how turned on he got when Tom wore muscle shirts. You look gorgeous, as always.
Johnny flipped his shampoo-commercial hair out of his eyes with studied casualness.Oh, this old thing?
Its nothing. I knew youd like it though.
Well, come on in, Tom said, standing aside so Johnny could enter. Johnny swept past him in a cloud of
Chanel No. 5, tossed his coat on the table, and settled himself gracefully into an overstuffed chair.
So, Tom said as he sat down on Johnnys lap, wheres my surprise?

Patience, darling, Johnny laughed.Should be here any moment. Now kiss me, like a proper
boyfriend.
Tom obeyed right away. Johnnys tongue was warm and sweet in his mouth, his hand gentle but
possessive on his thigh.
Youre making me hard, Tom whispered against Johnnys lips.
Johnny slid a hand up to check and Tom gasped. Yes, youre quite right, Johnny said. Whatever are
we to do about it?
Oh, I cant imagine. Tom rolled his eyes. Why dont you s--
At that moment, the doorbell rang again. Tom threw his hands up.
Who the hell can that be? he grumbled. He stuck his bottom lip out and crossed his arms. Well,
whoever it is can damn well stand there. I want to fuck.
Tommy, Johnny giggled, I think you should answer the door.
Wont.
Dont you want your surprise?
Tom eyed him suspiciously. Thats my surprise?
I expect so. Johnny pushed Tom off his lap. Now go on and answer it.
Tom grinned. He hurried to the door, walking funny because of the tent in the front of his trousers. He
flung the door open.
What the fuck...?!? He stared wide-eyed at the small, delicate, evil-eyed beauty standing on his
doorstep in a red mini-skirt and coat trimmed with white fur. A Santa hat perched jauntily atop the
chin-length, solid black curls.B-Brian?Brian M?!?
Brians painted lips curled into a smile that made Toms naughty bits twitch.Surprise.
Tom continued to stare with his mouth hanging open. Brian laughed. Arent you going to invite me in?
He batted long black lashes coquettishly at Tom.
Oh! Uh, yes, yes of course, Tom stammered. Do come in.
Brian traced a blood-red fingernail down Toms cheek. Thanks, sweetie, he purred. He sashayed past
Tom and into the house. Tom was so busy watching the hypnotic sway of Brians slim hips that he
completely forgot to close the door. Johnny stood up and shut it for him, stifling a laugh with his hand.
So, Tom said, once his brain started working again, youremy surprise, are you?
Yes, Brian confirmed. Dyou like? He slid a hand up his thigh, raising his skirt enough to show a bit
of creamy skin at the top of his black stocking, and licked his lips suggestively.
I think he does, Johnny said after a moment, when it became clear that Tom was no longer capable of
speech.Tommy, why dont you give Brian a proper welcome?
Uh?Tom mumbled.
Brian stalked up to Tom, fluidly graceful despite the high-heeled red pumps he wore. He draped both
arms around Toms neck and stared up at him with the promise of sin in his turquoise eyes.
Give us a little kiss, darling, Brianmurmured, his voice low and dripping with sex.
Tom darted a questioning glance at Johnny. Johnny smirked.
Go on, Tom, he said. Why do you think I enlisted Brians services for the evening? Hes yours to do
with as you want.
Tom raised his eyebrows at Brian.Really?
Brian nodded. Oh yes. Im a very naughty elf, and Imaaaaall yours. He flicked his tongue over Toms
lips. Tom grabbed him around the waist to keep from falling on the floor. It felt reallyreally nice, he
thought, to hold Brians warm little body against his. Tom pushed his hips experimentally against Brians.
Hey, he said, you fucking lied!
Brian pouted prettily. I never lie! He thought about it a second, then said, Well, hardly ever. He
thought about it some more. Okay, so I lie all the time, I still dont know what the hell youre talking
about.
Tom snaked a hand under Brians skirt and grabbed his crotch hard. Brians mouth fell open and his
eyes rolled back.
This, Tom said, is fucking huge. You said it was miniscule.Liar.
Comprehension dawned in Brians eyes and he smiled. Its just a song, Tommy. What, are you
disappointed?
Tom grinned.Hardly. But you were a very wicked little boy to lie like that.
Oh, yes,sooooooo wicked, Brian growled, rubbing his not-at-all-miniscule tool against Toms thigh. I
should be punished immediately.
Indeed. Tom grabbed Brian by the hair and kissed him hard. Brians slick wet tongue slithered into his
mouth, his hands deftly opening Toms vest while they kissed.
Tom gave Brian a shove and he fell to the floor, his skirt hiked up to show a green satin thong which
barely contained his enormous erect cock. In fact, the head peeked out the top of the thong. The satin
was already darkening with pre-cum. Tom eyed the luscious Christmas package greedily.
Not yet, Tommy, Johnny admonished. You must punish him first, remember?
Brian leaned back on one hand and stroked himself through the sticky satin with the other. Oh yes, I
need to be punished, please!
All right, then, Tom said, rather breathlessly due to the effect Brians five-dollar-whore moaning and
panting was having on him. Get up. Bend over the table there. He gestured toward the kitchen table.
Brian held a hand out. Johnny took it and pulled him to his feet. Brian gave him a seductive smile.
Thanks, Johnny darling. He raised his face and Johnny bent to kiss him. Tom watched; the sight of
those two pairs of plush red lips tangled together made his cock try to jump right out of his trousers.
Fucking bend over, you little slut! Tom ordered. He grabbed Brians slender arm, dragged him over to
the table, and pushed him face down across it. Brian didnt resist. He looked over his shoulder at Tom
with half-closed eyes and wiggled his taut behind invitingly.
Tom lifted Brians skirt, revealing smooth, pale, perfect cheeks. He ran both hands over the silky skin,
then yanked the thong down and dipped a finger into the warm cleft. He rubbed lightly at Brians tight
little hole. Brian moaned and lifted his ass higher into the air.
Little sex elf, Tom whispered in Brians ear, Im going to spank this sweet little butt so hard.
Brian arched back to rub his cheek against Toms. Do it, daddy.
Hell yeah, Ill fucking do it, Tom said. He stood and smacked Brians bare bottom hard.
Oh! Oh yeah, do it again. Brian grabbed the edges of the table and spread his legs wider.
Like that, do you? Tom said.Such a whore. He smacked Brian again. Say it, Brian. Say Im a
filthy whore.
Im a filthy whore, Brian echoed obediently.
*smack* Louder, whore.
Im a...
*smack*
...filthy..
*smack*
WHORE!!Oh fuck!
Tom blinked, surprised. That is, he was surprised to see a huge purple jelly dildo sticking out of Brians
ass. He knew he hadnt put it there.
Johnny, Tom said, did you do that? With the dildo, I mean.
Yes indeed. Johnny capped the lube and put it back in his sequined handbag. He loves toys.
How do you know that? Tom demanded, mostly just to be argumentative. The fact that Brian was
moaning and humping the table did seem to support Johnnys statement.
I have my sources, Johnny said, flashing the smile that he thought looked sophisticated and mysterious
but merely made him look smug. Youre wasting time, love. Your present wants to play.
Fuck yeah, Brian panted. Cmon, fuck me!
Tom gave Brians reddened backside a half-hearted slap. Youve got a big mouth, you know that?
Brian twisted around and gave Tom a demented grin. Yeah, how about you fill it up with your big fat
cock?
Oh, what a delightful idea!Johnny clapped his hands. Which end do you want, Tommy?
Tom frowned. Huh?
Brian slapped a hand to his forehead. Johnny sighed and rolled his eyes.
Dont be stupid, Tom, Johnny said. We can both fuck him at the same time, now do you want his
mouth or hisarse ? Honestly. You should get out more.
Tom stared thoughtfully at Brian. He contemplated his supple bottom, complete with giant purple dildo
sticking out of it,then considered his soft, pretty mouth. Brian flicked his tongue out and waggled his
eyebrows suggestively. Tom swallowed.
Think Ill have that lovely mouth, Tom said.
Right, Johnny said. Brian, all fours on the floor, theres a good little elf. He pulled the dildo out of
Brians ass. Brian squealed,then slid off the table and onto his hands and knees on the carpet.
Tom threw his vest off, unzipped his trousers and stepped out of them. Brian eyed his bare body with
naked lust as he dropped to his knees. Tom wound one hand into Brians hair and held his own painfully
hard cock in the other.
All right, little girl, Tom growled. I believe you know what to do.
He rubbed the tip of his cock against Brians lips. Brian sighed and licked at the dripping pre-cum.
God, so good, Brian moaned.
Shut up, Tom said, andsuck it. He looked up and caught Johnnys eye. Johnny still had his glittery
shirt on, but had shed his jeans and was rubbing himself against Brians butt. He winked at Tom, and
shoved his cock inside Brians ass just as Tom plunged into Brians throat.
Brians mouth was soft and surprisingly hot on Toms cock. Tom clenched both fists in Brians hair and
pushed until Brians nose hit his pubes. Damn, he thought, that boy sure can deep-throat. Brian took it all
like he did it every day.Which he probably did, Tom speculated absently as he fucked Brians mouth. He
watched his cock sliding slowly in and out, in and out between those full, gorgeous lips. Yep, he thought,
practice does make perfect.
You like that, little whore? Tom said, pulling out for a minute and grinning at the way Brian pouted and
whimpered. You like sucking my cock? He smacked his wet prick against Brians flushed cheek.
God, yes, Brian gasped. Gimmeit back! He lunged for it and Tom smacked him with it again. He
gazed up at Tom with big, pleading eyes.
Please, daddy, Brian begged. Please let me suck your big, hard cock. OH!Oh yeah, HARDER!!
Tom looked up at Johnny, who had evidently caused that outburst. Johnnys fingers dug hard into
Brians delicate hips, and he was pounding that delectable ass like a jackhammer. The sight of Johnnys
abs bunching and his hair swinging as he fucked Brians ass was so distracting that Tom completely
forgot about teasing Brian. The little minx managed to swallow his cock again before Tom could stop
him, not that he really minded.
Ohjesusfuckingchrist, Johnny breathed. Im gonna come.
Come on his back, Tom suggested. Brian gave him a dirty look, but evidently didnt want to protest
badly enough to stop sucking. Tom grinned and fucked his mouth harder.
Johnny pulled out and started stroking himself fast. Oh, oh shit, oh FUCK! Fuck! He threw his head
back and shot semen all over Brians bare butt and the Christmas skirt still hiked up around his waist.
The sight was enough to send Tom right over the edge. He pulled Brians hair so hard he squealed in
protest and shot his load right down Brians throat. Brian swallowed every drop.
Oh, wonderful, Tom sighed as he pulled out of Brians mouth. Nono , stay right there, he added
when Brian started to sit up on his knees.
But daddy, Brian whined, my cocks so fucking hard!
Dont worry, sweetie, Johnny said, plopping down onto the floor and wiping the sweat off his face.
Well take care of you.
Oh yeah, Tom agreed. I want to lick off Johnnys cum first. I love his cum.
Brians gemstone eyes clouded over.Mm. Have it, baby. He folded his arms on the floor and rested
his chin on his hands, which arched his lovely ass up higher. He gazed up at Tom with a knowing smile.
Tom scooted around and knelt behind Brian. He scooped up the cooling semen with his tongue, except
for the part on the skirt because he didnt want to get skirt fuzz in his mouth. When hed thoroughly
cleaned Brians sweet cheeks, he pried them apart and licked off the little stream that had run down
between them. Brian trembled and cried out when Tom probed his tongue experimentally inside.
Mm, Tom mumbled approvingly.Cum and strawberries. How do you do it? He stuck his tongue in
again, deeper this time.
Brian was not, at that point, capable of anything more than moans and sharp little cries, so Johnny
answered for him.
Its flavored lube, Einstein, Johnny said, laughing.
I knew that, Tom lied. So, um, Id like to suck him off now, you want some?
No, thank you, Johnny answered politely. Im done, you have it. Hes your gift, after all.
Tomgrinned a big, child-like, happy grin, launched himself at Johnny and kissed him deeply. I love you,
babe.
Love you too, precious. Johnny kissed him again,then smacked his bare little bottom. Now go to it, I
want to watch.
Tom grinned again,then scrambled back over to Brian. He lay on his back and squirmed between
Brians open legs, then grabbed his hips and pulled until Brians cock slid down to fill his throat. Brian let
out a little mewling sound and started thrusting into Toms mouth.
Tom opened his throat and was rather proud ofhimself for being able to take nearly the whole thing.
Brian was huge, especially for being so tiny otherwise. After a moment, Tom felt Johnnys knees on
either side of his hips. He smiled inwardly; he knew Johnny couldnt resist joining in. He closed his eyes
and pictured Johnny licking and fingering Brians wide open, strawberry-and-cum-flavored hole.
OH! OH FUCK, OH FUCK YES! DADDY, YES!!! Brian screamed, making Toms fillings vibrate.
He shoved his cock deep into Toms throat, and Tom found himself swallowing what felt like buckets of
hot, salty semen. He gulped as fast as he could.
Finally Brian sighed and Tom felt his body go limp. He wriggled up until he could see Brians face. Good
lord, he thought, how beautiful he is. He pulled Brian down into his arms.
Youre lovely when you come, you know? he said.
Brian gave him a loopy grin. So are you, dad.God. Kiss me.
Tom did, long and thoroughly. Brians lipstick - what was left of it - tasted like strawberries too. After a
while Johnnys arms wrapped around Brians chest and tugged. Brian sat up on his knees, leaned back
against Johnny and kissed him too. Tom smiled at them.
Johnny, he said, thats the best Christmas present I ever got. Thanks, love.
Youre welcome, darling, Johnny said. He gave Brian a pop on the butt, then let go of him and
stretched out on the carpet. So, what should we do now?
Tom propped himself up on his elbows. Dont you want your present now?
Oh, of course!Johnny smiled. What is it?

Tom gave him an evil grin. Brian?
Brian grinned at Tom, wicked as ever. He stood, straightened his clothes, and put his Santa hat back on.
Johnny looked questioningly from Brian to Tom and back again.
Brian struck a pose and smiled.Surprise.
Love YouTo Pieces
"Love YouTo Pieces," first appeared in the 2005 Halloween issue of the eroticezine Ruthie's Club. It's
slightly different take on the zombiestory :D Enjoy!
*****
Mark and Jorge were fucking in the vacant lot behind the 7-Eleven when the zombies came. Mark, flat
on his back in the weeds with his legs slung over Jorges shoulders, smiled when he heard the low,
throaty moan.
Damn, baby, he growled. I like that sound.
Huh? Jorge panted, removing his teeth from Marks neck long enough to give him a puzzled look.
What... oh!
Jorges brown eyes rolled back as he came, cock pulsing inside Marks ass, nudging the sweet spot and
making him come too. Jorge pulled out and collapsed on top of Mark. They lay there for a minute,
catching their breath.
Uuuuhhh.
The moan was louder that time. Mark laughed.Caveman.
Jorge propped himself up on one elbow and frowned down at Mark.What the fuck you talking about,
babe?
That moaning sound you keep making. Mark tweaked one of Jorges nipples. Its sexy when were
fucking, buthell, you ought to be verbal again by now.
An odd expression crossed Jorges face. I thought that was you.
Wasnt me, man.
Well, if it wasnt you, and it wasnt me, then who...?
Uuuuhhhh!
The voice was dry andrattly , and definitely not Mark or Jorge since it was coming from behind them.
They stared at each other for a second, then untangled themselves in record time and leapt to their feet.
Mark barely had time to register the peeling, grayish skin and rotting blue suit before the mans teeth
closed on Jorges throat and worried it like a dog with a raw steak. There was a wet tearing sound.
Jorge gurgled and fell to the ground. The man rode him right down and kept on munching.
Mark watched, frozen, as a dark puddle spread from under Jorges neck. The man in the blue suit
crouched over Jorges body, grunting and slurping. One bony hand dug into Jorges chest. A finger came
off with a dusty sort of cracking noise, rolled down Jorges ribcage, and landed in the dirt at his side, and
suddenly Mark knew what he was dealing with. Hed watched enough movies to know what to do.
Running over to the trash pile, he snatched up a piece of two-by-four and ran back.
Hey! he shouted.
The zombie raised its head and turned toward him. One shriveled eye dangled onto its skeletal cheek.
The other glared reproachfully at him.
Thats my man youre eating, zombie. Mark brandished the two-by-four. Back the fuck off, right
now!
The zombie shuffled to its feet. Uuuguuhhhuh! it insisted. A bit of bloody meat slid from the corner of
its mouth and hit the ground with a wet plop.
Mark didnt let it get any closer. He swung, and the board connected with the side of the zombies skull.
Its head flew right off, bounced and rolled, coming to rest a few feet away. The smartly dressed body
crumpled to the ground and lay still.
Mark edged around the headless body and knelt beside Jorge, eyes darting between his fallen lover and
the thing hed just decapitated. Jorge?Baby?
Jorge didnt answer. Mark took a closer look, and that was all he needed to know Jorge was dead. He
squeezed his eyes shut for a second, trying to control the mingled grief and panic screaming inside him.
He couldnt help Jorge any more. He had to save himself. Zombies are like roaches, he reminded himself.
Where theres one, theres a thousand more.
Big, dead, cannibalistic roaches.
Something moved at his side. His eyes flew open. Jorge was sitting up, reaching for him. Mark felt a split
second of relief, which quickly turned to terror as Jorge bit a chunk out of his shoulder. He screamed,
shoved Jorge away, and scrambled out of reach.
What the fuck, Jorge? he spluttered. Whyd you bite me?
Jorge stared, brown eyes perfectly blank.Blood coated his lips and dribbled down his chin. He
staggered to his feet and started toward Mark. His nude body was covered in sticky, shiny red. It
dripped obscenely from the tip of his penis.
Hungry, Jorge whispered. Need... hungry... He lunged and made a grab for Mark, who danced out
of reach.
Mark shook his head as he realized what had happened.Jorge. No. Ah, baby, no!
Hungry. Jorge reached for him again. He batted the grasping hand away, turned, and ran.
He made it nearly five blocks before the adrenaline started seeping away and his knees gave out. He
sank down to the sidewalk, shaking all over, and put his head in his hands.
Stupid fucking zombies, he muttered.Taking my man away. Dammit!
The sound of footsteps nearby snapped him out of his shock. He realized, too late, that he was stark
naked under a street light outside a leather bar at not quitemidnighton a Saturday. Then he realized that
he shouldve been surrounded by people bynow, or possibly lying cuffed in the back seat of a patrol car,
on his way to the drunk tank again. Or maybe the hospital, he reflected when his throbbing shoulder
reminded him of his injury.
Something, he thought, is definitely wrong with this picture.
He pulled himself to a standing position, using the light pole for support since his knees were still
knocking together, and took a good look around. Not a soul in sight. Techno music pounded from the
open door of the bar, but there was no trace of the usual stream of people entering and exiting the place.
Mark turned in a nervous circle, half expecting to see tumbleweeds. Cars still lined the street, and some
had stopped at odd angles in the road, but not one person did he see. Whoever hed heard walking
toward him before mustve thought better of it and headed the other way. He found that something of a
relief.
Suddenly his neck prickled. He whirled around, and came face to face with his tenth grade History
teacher. Before he could react, her liver-spotted hands clamped with surprising strength onto the back of
his neck and pulled. He let out a high-pitched squeak as her wrinkled lips opened and her mouth fastened
onto his throat. He squirmed frantically, expecting at any moment to have his jugular torn open the way
Jorges had been. It took him a moment to notice that it wasnt happening. Wild laughter bubbled up and
spilled over when he realized she didnt have her dentures in.
Yeah, lets see you gum me to death, you old bag! He shoved her as hard as he could, bursting into
fresh peals of laughter when she fell right on her bony rear.Bitch! Stupid zombie bitch! Ha!
Feet shuffled on the concrete behind him. Something cold touched his bare back, and he froze, the
laughter drying up in his throat.
Hungry, an unfamiliar voice wheezed. A chorus of voices echoed it.
Mark closed his eyes. Oh, fuck.
He wondered if he imagined the smirk on the old ladys face when the zombies pulled him to the ground
and started ripping his guts out.
*****
When Mark opened his eyes, he thought he must be dreaming. Jorge was leaning over him, one brown
hand stroking his face. He sat up, trying to shake the odd fuzzy feeling out from between his ears.
Jorge? What the fuck happened?
Dont know. It aint good though.
Jorges voice sounded wrong, all raw andgurgly . Mark frowned, trying to remember. They were in the
vacant lot, Jorge was fucking him, that crazy guy showed up, and then...
It all came back suddenly.Jorge dying, then sitting up again and biting him.His old teacher attacking him.
The zombies all over him.Eating him alive.
Oh, shit. Mark struggled to his feet. A small crowd of people, some in rotting funereal finery, others in
blood-soaked street clothes, stood in a circle around him and Jorge. They stared around rather blankly,
not moving.
Jorge stood up. He was still naked, and covered in drying blood. His skin had lost its normal burnished
bronze color and become the shade of drying mud. The deep brown eyes Mark loved had gone cloudy.
A ragged hole gaped in the side of his neck, dangling strips of raw flesh.
Mark wrinkled his nose. Jorge, man, you look gross.
Jorge crossed his arms and frowned. Thanks a lot, pretty boy, he rasped. Checked out your six-pack
lately?
Mark looked down. The torn ends of his intestines hung out of a hole in his belly that looked like it had
been gnawed by rats. He gave a high-pitched little yip.
Christ! You goddamn zombies ate my insides out! Fuck!

Mark poked the edges of the horrific wound with an experimental finger. It didnt hurt. It didnt even
bleed.
Thats when it hit him.
Fuck, Im fucking dead! he screamed. He turned wide, panicky eyes to Jorge. Jorge, were dead!
Do something!
Jorge came to him and held him, patting his back. Its okay, baby. Itll be okay.
Mark laughed, sounding more than a little hysterical. Oh sure, that seems real fucking likely. You got a
way to make us not dead anymore or something?
Um...
Suddenly a terrible thought struck Mark. His mouth opened to ask before his brain was sure it wanted
to know. Hey, you didnt eat me too, did you?
Silence.Mark pulled back, mouth hanging open. Jorge!Goddamit , I dont believe it!You bastard!
Jorge nudged a dead bug with one bare toe. I didnt recognize you, babe. Sorry.
What the fuck do you mean, you didnt recognize me? You been fucking me for two fucking years, you
moron, how the fuck do you not recognize me?
Its not his fault, a feminine voice shrilled.
Mark whirled around and glared at the girl. You stay out of this, you fucking Goth zombie, he snarled.
She glared right back with the one black-lined eye she had left. We cant recognize live people,
dumb-ass.
He opened his mouth to argue,then closed it again. She did seem to have the facts on her side. What do
you mean?
She scratched at the crack in her skull, scraping off flakes of dried blood. Live people just look... I
dunno . Blank, I guess. I ate my best friend and didnt even know it til she died.
True, a girl in the back chimed in, one ripped cheek flapping as she nodded.
Mark turned back to Jorge. So, you really didnt know it was me?
Jorge shook his head. Id never have done it if I knew it was you, Mark. You know Id never hurt
you.
Yeah, I know. Mark smiled, took Jorges hand, and pulled him close. Love you, babe.Even if you
are a fucking zombie.
Love you too.Cmere .
Jorges arms around him felt like heaven, even if his skin was a little rubbery and colder than normal.
Those plump lips still felt soft when they latched onto Marks, but Jorges tongue was rough and dry as
sandpaper. Mark decided not to care, since his was in no better shape.
Life as a zombie, he figured, was going to be interesting.
*****
How they came up with the idea of raiding the porn shop, Mark wasnt quite sure. At first, theyd just
wanted to get away from the other zombies. Mark discovered pretty fast that he hated most peoples
company just as much dead as alive. Jorge, agreeable as ever, had just smiled and let Mark have his
way.
Theyd gone to the mall first, but it had turned out to be full of live people, none of whom were happy to
see them. An angry wave of the living descended on them with guns and baseball bats after they caught
and partially ate a middle-aged woman. They stumbled awkwardly back out into the night, chased by
curses and gunshots. A few minutes later, Mark broke the lock on the porno shop and in they went.
Stupid fuckers, Mark grumbled as they melted into the darkness between the shelves in back. Who
the fuck they think they are, shooting at us?
Wed do the same if it was us, Jorge pointed out. He picked up a cat o nine tails and flicked it
experimentally at his own leg. Hell, I didnt even feel that.Freaks me out that nothing hurts now.
Discrimination, thats what it is, Mark continued, undeterred. Theyre discriminating against us just
causewere dead. Thats just fucking wrong.
Bet you werent saying that when that dude killed me. Jorge tore a frighteningly large black dildo out
ofits package and examined it with interest. Damn, this things fucking huge. Check it out. He held it
out to Mark.
Discrimination!Mark insisted, taking the toy from Jorge and whacking it against the shelf for emphasis.
We didnt ask to be dead,dammit ! We cant help it if we have to eat people!
Jorge came to Mark and pulled him close, stroking his back soothingly. Calm down, babe. I know we
cant help it, but neither can they. Were just gonna have to figure this thing out, thats all.
Mark laughed. Oh, sure, figure it out. Figure what out, huh? What the fuck happened? Why are there
zombies running around all of a sudden in the first place? Why are we zombies?What the fucking fuck is
happening, Jorge?
Mark could hear the hysteria creeping into his voice, and was profoundly grateful when Jorge grabbed
him by the hair and kissed him hard. It was Jorges way of shutting Mark up when he started on one of
his frequent rants. It nearly always worked, too. By the time Jorge pulled back, grinning smugly, Mark
had temporarily ceased to wonder about the whys and wherefores of the situation and had started to
wonder if they could just fuck now.
Lets fuck, Mark suggested.
Now thats an idea I could go for. Jorge sighed and leaned his forehead against Marks. But I dont
think I can get it up.
Mark frowned. Hey, I know Ive looked better, but youre not exactly a centerfold yourself right now.
I mean, Jorge said patiently, I dont think its physically possible anymore.Us being dead and all. No
blood pressure. He reached between Marks legs and gave his cock a light tug. See? Youre not hard
either, and I know you want it.
Oh. Mark glanced frantically around, looking for something to shove up his ass. Luckily, the porn shop
was full of things made for exactly that purpose. Okay, toys.Me first. Help me find the lube.
Jorge reached for a shelf to his right and picked up a big jar with a picture of a mans clenched fist on
the lid. How about that giant dildo you got in your hand? You want that up your ass, babe?
Mark lifted his hand, and was surprised to discover that he still held the black dildo. He examined it with
a critical eye. A foot long if it was an inch, and probably a good three inches around. Ouch, he thought
gleefully.
Mark grinned. Fuck, yeah.
Thirty minutes later, Mark lay on his back on the check-out counter, knees drawn up to his chest, with
Jorges arm buried to the elbow in his ass. Mark had been upset at first when he discovered that being
dead meant a distinct lack of anal muscle tone. How, he complained, was he supposed to enjoy getting
fucked without the sweet burn of having his asshole stretched? Then Jorge had pointed out the inherent
possibilities of a permanently loose hole. Mark had cheered right up, and theyd enthusiastically set out to
see what all would fit in Marks butt.
Quite a lot, as it turned out. The big black dildo went right in, along with an equally large flesh colored
one with fake veins all over it and a slender, rippled probe in blinding neon pink. Jorge held up a mirror
so Mark could see his own hole stuffed full of toys. They both agreed that it was really hot, in a bizarre
sort of way.
Mark suggested Jorges hand once he got bored with the various sex toys. Jorge readily agreed, which
surprised Mark not at all. Jorge had been dying to fist fuck him for ages, but Mark had always been too
chicken before.
There were definite advantages to being dead.
You like that, baby? Jorge twisted his greased arm deeper into Marks guts. You like my arm up
your ass?
Shit, yeah, Mark panted, watching in fascination as the mangled lump of intestines jiggled inside the
ragged hole in his belly.Feels good.
Tell me what it feels like.
Mark stared into Jorges eyes. Feels... I dont know.Oughta feel tight, I know, but it doesnt. It just... I
can just feel you, right?Inside me.All the way.
Mark trailed off, at a loss for words. He didnt have the vocabulary to describe the quiet waves of
pleasure that rolled through him when Jorges fist moved inside him. It was a faint shade of what he
figured hed be feeling if he were still alive. But he liked it that way. It was soothing, almost, and it
brought him a measure of comfort to know that even after death, he could still have Jorge in him. He
didnt know what hed do if they found theyd lost that intimacy forever. He needed that closeness, that
connection that went so far beyond words.
I know, Jorge whispered. He slipped two fingers of his other hand in beside his arm, unerringly finding
the sweet spot. Mark gasped, and Jorge smiled. Thats it, baby. Thats it. Come on.
Mark arched his back and let out a harsh, croaking cry. It seemed strange to come without any physical
evidence, but there was no mistaking that feeling. His brain was having one fierce orgasm, even if his
body didnt know it. If hed been alive, he figured, his semen wouldve hit the ceiling.
Jorge carefully pulled his arm out, helped Mark to his feet, and kissed him. Mark clung to his lover, still
reeling from the aftershocks of a completely mental release. He laid his head on Jorges shoulder and
closed his eyes. He didnt even mind the way the torn bits of skin hanging from Jorges throat tickled his
cheek.
That, he said when he got his voice back, was fucking awesome.
Sure was.
Want me to do you now?
Maybe later.Right now, its enough that I got to make you come.
Mark smiled against Jorges neck. It always tickled him how Jorge could get off just on watching him
come.
Outside the shop window, a live person ran shrieking down the sidewalk, pursued by a crowd of the
dead. Mark recognized his old teacher, still plugging away in spite of having no teeth. The sight caused
his happy glow to fade a little.
Hey, Jorge?
Hm?
Whatsgonna happen to us, you think?
Jorge was silent for a moment. Mark waited, much more patiently than he would have in life. I dont
know, Jorge answered finally.
Another long stretch of silence.They held each other, cold fingers stroking cold skin.
Jorge?
Yeah?
Im scared.
Jorges arms tightened around Marks waist. Metoo, baby.Me too.
*****
The sky outside had begun to lighten by the time they stirred again. A strange drowsiness crept over
Marks mind. He felt sluggish and heavy, and nothing much seemed to matter anymore.
I feel weird, Jorge.
So doI .
You think were gonna die for real now?

I figure so, yeah.
I dont mind anymore. I dont like being like this.
Me neither. Im ready to go. Jorge stroked the tangled hair out of Marks eyes, smiling sadly. You
and me, we were good, huh?
The best.Mark cupped Jorges beloved face between his hands. I love you, Jorge. Always did, you
know.
I know. I love you too.
They kissed, clumsily but with as much love as ever. Mark could barely feel Jorges lips against his.
Jorge pulled back, a strange expression in his dull eyes. Promise me something?
Anything, baby.
Promise me that if we make it to the next life, well still be together.
I promise. Mark managed a smile in spite of the stiffness of his face. Lets go to the park, huh? We
can watch the sun come up.
Yeah.Our last sunrise.Jorge took Marks hand and squeezed it. Come on.
They shuffled out the door hand in hand and crossed the street to the tiny, run-down public park in
which theyd spent so many blissful nights, and watched so many sunrises together. They found their
favorite bench, heaved a pile of body parts off of it, and sat down, facing east.
As the darkness gave way to an eerily silent dawn, Mark and Jorge cuddled together to watch the day
break for the last time.
"Happy Trails"
firstappeared in the summer 2006 issue of Forbidden Fruit. WARNING for a bit ofBDSM :D
*****
Gimmeanother dog.
Get your own.
Cmon, Rick.
I glared over at Pete, sitting buck-ass naked on a blanket by the campfire. Long legs stretched out,
black cowboy hat pulled low, dark curls all sweaty against his neck. Pretty mouth just smiling.Lazing
around while I cooked, as usual. Thinking that just cause hed spread for me any damn time, that meant
I had to wait on him.
Problem was,he appeared to be right.
Fine.I stuck the last of the hot dogs on a straightened-out coat hanger and held it over the fire. He
grinned.
Bastard.
He gave me big sloe eyes when I handed him his dog.Thanks, babe.
You can thank me in a minute. I stood over him and watched as he wolfed down his fourth dog. Every
time we go camping, he eats enough for a damn army. Where the fuck he puts it all, I dont know.
I waited til he finished. When hed swallowed the last bite, I pulled the end of the hanger out of the
coals and pressed the tip to his nipple.
Fuck! He arched, shaking, brown eyes hot and wanting. Rick...
I know.
I held the red-hot metal to his other nipple. He collapsed onto his back, moaning, those lean thighs
spread wide. I unzipped and started stroking myself. He mirrored me, big hands pulling his thick cock.
Yours, Rick. Those dark eyes burned.
Mine. I whacked the inside of his thigh with the hot wire. He hissed, cock twitching. Turn over.
He rolled onto his belly, got his knees under him, and stuck that pretty as fuck ass in the air. The base of
the big red butt plug Id made him wear lay snug between those firm cheeks.Made me feel hot all over.
Pete looked over his shoulder at me. Do it.
Yeah.
It took a few minutes, seeing as how all I had was a coat hanger. Pete screamed and clawed the ground
and came before I was done, but I didnt mind. By the time Id finished branding his ass with myname,
my dick was about to bust. I reached down and yanked the plug out. The sight of that stretched hole
nearly made me lose it. My cock slid right in, and I fucked him tilwe both saw stars.
Later, I sat and watched Pete sleeping, flat on his belly, hole plugged up again,anti -biotic ointment
coating the fresh brand. That hot piece of man belonged to me, from that stupid hat he always wore to his
bare feet. The raw burns spelling Rick across his ass told it to the world.
Mine.
I pulled him close and fell asleep under the wide, starry sky, with my own private cowboy in my arms.
The next night, I let him brand me.
In Dreams
originallyappeared in the Winter 2006 issue of Forbidden Fruit.WARNING for some disturbing
memories. You'll see...
*****
Joel hadnt dreamed in longer than he could remember. Nights had been blessedly blank ever since hed
arrived on the island, his sleep deep and restful. So the first dream took him completely by surprise.
He stood in an empty room with blank gray walls. He felt like he was waiting for something, but he
didnt know what. He went to the window and looked out. A man stood on the grass outside, looking up
at him. The man seemed sad, though Joel couldnt figure out why.
Joel lay in bed for a long time after he woke, staring up at the ceiling fan revolving over his bed. The
sorrowful face of the man in his dream lingered in his mind, though he couldnt remember exactly what
the man looked like.
Just a dream, Joel said to himself, because no one else was there. He shoved the white cotton sheet
off and slid out of bed.
The sun was just rising over the green mountains on the horizon when Joel walked out onto the beach.
The turquoise waves sparkled in the morning light, and the sand felt cool under his feet. He stretched,
relishing the warmth of the tropical sun on his bare skin. Hed stopped wearing clothes as soon as he
realized he was alone on the island. Now, he could barely remember a time when he hadnt been naked.
Joel walked out into the clear water, dove under a rolling blue swell, and swam until the palm trees
looked like toys and his hut was swallowed by distance. He flipped over to float on his back and
scanned the length of the beach around the bay, more out of habit than anything else. He hadnt seen
another soul since the morning hed woken up alone in the cozy little hut on the beach.
After his swim, Joel stretched out on the fine white sand and watched puffs of cloud drift across the
deep blue sky. No airplane contrails marred the peaceful perfection of that sky. Sometimes, Joel
wondered what exactly had happened to the world.Whether everyone else had disappeared, or he
himself had been whisked away to this solitary paradise. But mostly it didnt matter. He had everything he
needed here, and he didnt miss other people.
The day passed the way the days usually did for Joel.Quietly. He wandered the jungle paths behind his
hut, listening to the soothing music of birds and insects. When he got hungry, he picked fruit from the
trees and ate it as he walked. When the heat became oppressive, he dove into the cool water of the river,
in the wide place just past the waterfall.
Nothing much ever happened here. Joel liked that just fine.
He returned to the hut as the sun began to sink behind the mountains. He sat in the big rocking chair on
the front porch, sipping a glass of chardonnay and watching the sky shade from brilliant red and orange
through pink and lavender to deep midnight blue. The stars appeared one by one as the sky darkened to
black.
Joel sat for a while longer, contemplating the rippled reflection of the moon on the water. He felt vaguely
uneasy, as he usually did after nightfall. Not because of any sense of danger; in all the time hed been on
the island, hed never seen anything more threatening than a wasp. The darkness simply gave him a
feeling he couldnt find words for. Like staring at a locked door, aware that he knew what was on the
other side, but unable toremember.
He stood, picked up his empty wine glass, and went back inside. The light of the lamp beside the
window pushed back the creeping night and suffused the little room in a soft golden glow. He lay down
on the bed and drifted to sleep with the light still on.
*****
The room was darker this time, the walls dingy. Only a faint light filtered in past the heavy curtains that
now covered the windows. He pushed the thick drapes aside.The sky outside hung gray and menacing
over a bleak landscape. The yard was empty. Joel turned, and there, standing beside the closed door of
the room, was the man hed seen before.
Who are you? Joel asked. His voice sounded muffled and oddly distorted.
The man took a step toward him, one graceful hand reaching out, and Joels pulse sped up. The mans
smooth olive skin, black hair, and full lips made Joel feel things he thought hed forgotten long ago. But it
was the mans eyes that glued Joels feet to the floor.Eyes as black and bottomless as the ocean at night.
Eyes that bled a palpable sorrow.
Joel reached out and took the mans hand in his before he realized what he was doing. The second their
hands touched, Joel was overcome by a strange sense of mingled dread and want. He let go, stumbling
backward. Whether he was trying to escape from his fear or his need, he couldnt say.
He sank down to the floor, the blood pounding in his ears. As the world went gray around him, he
thought he heard the man call his name.
Joel woke with a start, breathing hard. The sheet clung to his damp skin. The face of his dream man
lingered behind his eyes, lovely and sensual, a compelling mix of softness and strength. He could still feel
the weight of those black eyes, the warmth of the long, slender fingers curled around his.
It took him a minute to realize what the strange sensation in his groin was. He lay back and ran his
fingers tentatively up and down his erection, shivering at the light touch. Hed nearly forgotten what it felt
like.
It took less than a minute to get himself off. One hand around his shaft, the other wandering downward
to circle his opening, stroking and pulling, a firm thumb against the slit at the tip of his cock, and Joel
came, ropes of wet heat splattering his belly. He shut his eyes.
...dusky skin warm and slick beneath him, long legs and strong arms around him, soft lips and harsh
breath against his ear, clutching heat around his cock. Joel, yes, harder...
Joel sat straight up in bed, eyes flying open. The shocking suddenness of the vision frightened him. He
drew his knees up and wrapped his arms around them, wide eyes roaming the room. Everything seemed
perfectly normal. No grimy gray walls, no strange men with beautiful sad eyes.Only himself, semen drying
on his stomach while the morning light poured in through the windows.
He sat there for many long minutes before his shaking subsided.
*****
Though the sun shone as brightly as ever, the day seemed dark to Joel.As if some giant hand had thrown
a cloak of shadow across the sky. Sunset found him still curled up in the big rocking chair, staring out at
the wide sandy beach and emerald green jungle. Watching, and thinking.
He knew he hadnt always been on the island. He knew there had been a life before, a whole world. But
he couldnt remember it. Whenever he tried, panic rose like bile in his throat, thick and choking. So hed
stopped trying ages ago. After all, he reasoned, he was here, with no idea how or why hed gotten here,
and no way of leaving, even if hed wanted to. And why would he want to? This place wasa dream come
true.Quiet, peaceful, beautiful.Balm to soothe a troubled spirit.
Hed never wondered before at the ease with which this unknown island had become his home. Had
never questioned how everything he ever wanted or needed, from food and water to fine wines to
electricity, existed here in an abundance that never seemed to diminish. It had all seemed part of a
phenomenon beyond his understanding, beyond his ability to control.A thing to enjoy without question.
The dream changed all that, though Joel wasnt sure why. All he knew was that something about it had
jarred that locked door in his mind, shaken it in its frame. Another dream could burst it wide open, and
flood his perfect little world with deadly knowledge. He knew it with a certainty hed never felt before.
Wont sleep, he whispered to himself. Dont need to.
Joel went back inside, made himself a sandwich, and curled up on the sofa to watch a movie on the
plasma screen TV that hadnt been there an hour ago. He ignored the thought of the dream mans liquid
eyes, that soft skin that he ached to touch. If he gave in to his desires, everything would change. And he
knew, somehow, that it wouldnt be for the better.
*****
Joel hadnt stayed up all night even once since his arrival on the island, preferring the blank safety of
sleep to the living dark. But sleep had become his enemy. Sleep, and the unwelcome dreams it now
brought.
He resented it.Resented that these strange, disturbing visions had invaded his haven and forced him to
face the long nights with eyes wide open. Why, he wondered, did his own mind betray him so? And why
did his subconscious insist on inventing the most beautiful man hed ever seen to tempt him into the
unwanted dreams?
You know, a quiet little voice inside him whispered.
No, he said, stubborn, thrusting his chin out.
But deep inside, he knew the voice was right.
He managed to stay awake for three nights and three days before exhaustion caught up to him. On the
fourth night, he sat ramrod straight in a wooden chair at the kitchen table as darkness fell, TV blaring loud
and cheerful in the corner. He fell asleep after an hour, head resting on his folded arms.
The room seethed with shadows. Joel huddled on the cold floor in the corner, arms tight around himself.
The windows had disappeared. He thought he could make out shapes of things hanging on the walls, but
when he tried to look at them, they blurred and shifted, blending into the grimy gray paint. He liked that
he couldnt see; the things the vague outlines suggested made his stomach knot.
The door to the room slammed open. Joel jumped, hearttriphammering in his chest. Something huge and
dark blocked out the light. Joel stared, and pure terror bloomed in his guts.
No, he whimpered. Go away. Please go away.
The figure took a step into the room, then another. As it moved, it shrank, and lightened, and solidified,
until the menacing hulk was gone entirely. The lovely man from the previous dreams stood looking down
at Joel, dark eyes heavy with sorrow. Joel sagged against the wall, weak with relief.
Joel...please ...
The mans voice sounded watery and far away, but something in it struck a chord in Joels mind. His
insides twisted with a strange mix of grief and desire. Without thinking about what he was doing, whether
it would save him or destroy him, Joel rose to his feet, took the mans hands in his, and pulled him close.
Those black eyes locked with his. Joel, please...
Joel slid a hand into the mans thick, dark hair, letting the heavy strands slip like water through his
fingers. Please what? Who are you? Why do you make me feel like this?
The man held Joels face between his hands and kissed him, tenderly, sweetly. Joel swallowed the sob
rising in his throat, but he couldnt stop the hot tears from trickling down his cheeks. It scared him, feeling
this way. Like hed lost the most precious thing in the world, and didnt know it.
Please come back, the man whispered against Joels mouth. Come back to me.
He started to pull away. Joel grabbed his wrist, holding him. The black eyes gazed at him, patient and
sad.
But, but I dont... know you. Do I? Joel shook his head. Dont leave me here.
Come back, the man repeated.
I dont know how. Joel clutched at the mans hand, letting out a little cry when the long fingers slipped
away from his. Please, dont go, dont leave me! I cant get back, I dont know how!
The man smiled, and the beauty of it stole Joels breath. You have to remember, Joel.
The man turned and walked away without looking back. Joel tried to follow, but his feet refused to leave
the floor. So he stood there, unable to move, or speak, only able to watch as the man walked out the
door and the lights blinked out.
When Joel opened his eyes, he was back in the familiar brightness of his hut. He sat up, looking around
him. Sunlight sparkled on the bay outside and lit the little room with a warm glow. He got up and
wandered around, touching this and that, reassuring himself that it was real, and that the dream was just
that.A dream, nothing more.
He wandered over to the refrigerator and poured himself a tall glass of fresh mango juice. Kicking the
refrigerator door shut with one foot, he leaned his elbows on the counter and took a long swallow. The
smooth, faintly tart taste of it revived him, made him feel grounded again. He drank the rest,then set the
empty glass on the counter.
Then he saw the picture.
It hung on the refrigerator door, held to the white metal by a magnet with a stylized sun painted on it. The
picture showed two men, smiling against a background of high green mountains and turquoise water. One
of the men, a tall blond with bright blue eyes and the beginnings ofa sunburn on his bare shoulders, sat
perched on a wooden bench on a blindingly white beach. The other man, shorter and darker with black
curly hair and enormous black eyes, sat in theblonds lap. The two had their arms around each other, the
dark ones ebony curls mingling with the others fine pale strands where they leaned their heads together.
Theblonds big hand rested possessively on his lovers thigh.
Joel tugged the picture out from under the magnet and stood staring at it, mouth dry and heart racing. He
touched a tentative fingertip to the glossy photo, tracing the sensual features of the dark-haired man.
The man from his dreams, whose soft voice and sorrowful eyes had called so irresistibly to him.
Only in the photo, those dark eyes werent sad at all. They sparkled with a joy Joel could feel in his
bones, the mans smile wide and happy.Made him wonder what had happened to change that face so
drastically, and if it had anything to do with the big blond man in the picture.
Aman who, now that Joel thought about it, looked vaguely familiar. Joel studied the handsome face with
a frown. An icy lump of dread coalesced in his guts.
Who are you? he said softly.

The picture remained silent. Joel set it on the counter with a sigh.
Fuck this. Im going for my swim.
Joel stalked toward the door. As he reached to open it, a flicker of movement caught the corner of his
eye. He whirled toward it.
And froze.
An old-fashioned full length mirror in a swivel stand had appeared on the other side of the room. And
staring out of it, tall and golden and handsome, was the blond man from the picture.
Joel walked slowly forward. The man in the mirror did the same, blue eyes as wide and shocked as Joel
knew his own to be. Shaking inside, Joel moved a palm down his own belly, watching his twin behind the
glass echo the movement.
With a sudden lunge, Joel pressed both hands flat against the mirror, half expecting to feel warm flesh
under his fingers. His skin met hard, unyielding coldness. He yanked his hands away, turned his back on
his reflection, and squeezed his eyes shut.
Sunshine.Hot, humid breeze.Scents of jasmine and greenery heavy in the air.Lush verdant mountains,
sapphire sky, clear blue water cool on his bare skin.A sudden shock of cold as a splash of salt water hit
him in the face.Victors infectious laugh, melting his annoyance immediately.
You little fucker!One eye cracked open, squinting against the sting.Shouldnt splash me, boy.
Oh yeah?Whatchagonna do about it, big guy?Dark eyes laughing, shining, making him want.
Your ass, wading up, grabbing that gorgeous naked ass in both hands, is so mine.
Always yours, Joel.Black eyes hot now under the laughter, copper skin glowing in the tropical sun.
Always yours.
That beautiful body in his arms, kisses deep and hot and needy, Victors sweet wailing cry when he
came, and heaven itself couldnt be any better...
Joel jerked and opened his eyes, breath coming in ragged gasps. He stumbled over to the counter and
leaned on it, fighting dizziness. The vision had been so clear, so vivid, like a cherished memory.
As if it had really happened.
The picture lay on the counter, where hed left it. He picked it up and turned it over, somehow knowing
what hed find. And there it was.
Me and Victor,Soufriere,St. Lucia, April 2003.Beach outside our villa. Joel read the words in a
hoarse whisper. The words hed written, another lifetime ago.
Joels hand started to shake, the panic he hadnt felt in so long overtaking him as the memories tried to
float to the surface. He shoved the picture away and strode out the door, out to the white sand and
brilliant blue water and the high green mountains rising beyond the bay.
The bench was there this time. It hadnt been before. Joel sat down on it, staring numbly out over the
water.
*****
Joel sought out the dream on purpose this time. As soon as the sun had set, he took one of the sleeping
pills that had appeared on the bedside table, stretched out on the bed, and closed his eyes.
Please be there, Victor, he whispered. I need to know.
He lay awake in the moonlit dark for a long time before the tension began to leave his body and he
finally slept.
Joel huddled naked in the corner of the room. It had changed again. Cold stone walls this time, deep
gray with darker patches where the damp of the ground had seeped through. Concrete floor with a drain
set in the middle. A metal table, a hose connected to a faucet in the wall. The faucet leaked on the floor in
a slow, steady drip where the hose attached. A single bare bulb hanging from the ceiling threw a harsh
light around the room. It couldnt quite illuminate the walls, though, and for that Joel was grateful. He
didnt want to see the hazy shapes any more clearly that he could already.
Victor, where are you? Joels voice refused to rise above a shaky whisper. Please, dont leave me
here alone.
The sound of a door opening made Joel jump. He looked up. On the other side of the room, a narrow
wooden staircase rose out of sight beyond the low ceiling. Weak sunlight filtered from the top. Joel
smiled as Victor descended the stairs.
Victor. Thank God. Joel stared forward, and nearly fell. Frowning, he looked down at his feet. His
ankles were encased in pair of thick shackles connected by a short, sturdy chain. Another chain tethered
him to the wall, preventing him from walking more than a few feet.
He looked back up at Victor, fighting panic.Whats happening, Victor? Why am I chained?
Victor came to him, wrapped his arms around him and gently kissed his lips. You have to remember,
he said, stroking Joels hair. Its the only way.
Joel clutched Victor close, buried his face in those shining curls. I remembered you. I found a picture,
fromSt. Lucia, and I remembered. Why cant I come back?
Victor pulled back and stared up into Joels eyes, keeping their fingers wound together. Its not enough
to remember me, Joel. You have to remember everything.Everything that happened.
Joel shook his head, the panic rising again. No. I dont want to, Victor. Please dont make me. Please.
I cant make you do anything. You have to do it yourself.
No. I cant. Joel felt the truth of it in every molecule of his body, though he wasnt sure why. He
buried his hands in Victors hair and kissed him. Come back with me instead. We can live there forever,
Victor. Nothing ever runs out, nothing ever changes. Nothing bad ever happens there.
I cant do that.
Why not?
You know why.
Victor pressed close, cupping Joels face in his hands, and they kissed for a long, long time. When
Victor broke the kiss at last and stepped back, Joel thought the raw pain in those black eyes might tear
him apart.
Victor took a step backward, then another. Good-bye, Joel.
No, dont leave me, please. Joel reached for Victors hand, but he was already standing at the bottom
of the stairs. Victor, please, pleasedont go, please!
Victor turned toward him, silhouetted against the light. Joel wished he could see his face. Youre so
close, Joel. So close.
Victor, please...
Hurry, Joel. I miss you.
Victor disappeared up the stairs, the door closed, the light went out, and Joel fell to his knees on the
cold floor and screamed...
Joel woke, gasping and shaking, theecho of his scream vibrating in the air. He curled into a ball, arms
around his head, eyes shut tight.
Dont make me. I cant. I cant.
You can, Victors gentle voice whispered in his mind. You have to. Come back to me, Joel. I love you.
Im scared.
I know. But Im here for you. Right here beside you. Ive been here all along.
Joel lay curled in his bed, in his peaceful little hut on a tropical paradise of an island. In the last place
hed ever felt safe and happy. Before whatever it was that had ripped him away from Victor and sent him
here. His body trembled all over, his skin wet with sweat, heart racing. He didnt want to remember. The
knowledge would surely break him. But he had to.For Victor.For himself. For the love they shared, the
life theyd made together.
Joel took a deep breath, let his muscles go limp, and shut his eyes.
...Victor,dammit , did you leave the milk out again?
Again?That was you before, genius. Probably was this time, too.
Yeah, go ahead and blame it on me, like you do everything else.
God, Joel, grow a fucking skin, huh? I didnt blame anything on you that you didnt do. Thats your
department.
I dont do that!
So whyd I have to listen to you scream at me for ten solid minutes after you knocked my wine glass off
the table last night?
You shouldnt have put it there!
Christ, I dont believe this...
Joel whimpered at the sudden memory. It had started in earnest not long after that magical vacation inSt.
Lucia, though the trouble had been simmering under the surface for a long time.The constant arguments,
the lackluster sex, followed by the huge fight that resulted in Joel sleeping on the sofa for a week. The
realization that their problems werent going away bythemselves, that they had to do something to fix their
relationship.
Joel curled up tighter, hugging himself as the memory of what theyd done rose like acid inside him...
...Tall.Taller than Joel, shoulders wide and powerful, arm muscles nearly splitting the seams of his shirt.
Pale gray gaze a little too intense, smile wolfish.
Victor, I dont know. Hes a little off, dont you think?
We agreed that a threesome would spice up our sex life, and maybe we wouldnt fight so much. Come
on, Joel, just try it this once. We dont have to do it again if you dont want.
It was good. Rob, the man theyd hooked up with online, coaxed Joel into doing things he never thought
hed do with anyone but Victor. After it was over, Joel and Victor went home and made love with a
passion that had been absent from their bed for far too long.
They met Rob four more times before they broke it off. The sex had been good, but in the end it left
them both feeling hollow. But it served its purpose. Theyd rediscovered each other, the arguments had
stopped, and life was good.
If only Rob had been able to let them go.To let Joel go...
No! Joel sat up in bed, eyes wide and heart racing. I cant. I cant.
When his legs stopped shaking, he jumped out of bed and ran outside. He stood on the beach, taking
big deep breaths of salty air. He dropped to the warm sand, sifting it through his fingers, trying to keep
the memories at bay. To keep that locked door in his mind from flying open and bringing him
face-to-face with a reality too terrible to bear.
But it was too late, and he knew it. He collapsed onto his side as the door burst open and the memories
engulfed him...
...Gray walls.Gray concrete floor, rough and icy against his bare skin.Dark, damp, cold.Cuffs around his
wrists, manacles on his ankles.
Please, Rob, let me go. Please...
I cant, Joel. I love you.
No, you dont! God, why are you doing this?

Quick sting of the knife laying his cheek open to the bone.Robs eyes bright with madness. Dont you
ever tell me I dont love you,Joel. The minute I saw you, I knew we were meant for each other. I do love
you. Ill prove to you just how much.
Endless days huddled in the corner of the dark basement, naked and filthy and cold and afraid, until he
could barely remember a time before. He learned to retreat into his mind when the basement door
opened and Rob came to him like a demon. When Rob chained him to the metal table and did those
things to him, made him hurt and bleed, he shut his eyes tight and let his mind wing its way to place of
beauty and safety.
And one day, he simply hadnt come back...
*****
The first thing Joel noticed when he woke was the smell.A harsh, vaguely medicinal odor, with a hint of
stale sweat underneath. Nothing on the island had ever smelled like that before. And the bed was harder
than it hadbeen, the sheet thick and rough against his skin.
It took him a moment to notice the faint sound in the background for what it was.A voice, flat and tinny
as if speaking over an intercom. When it hit him, he nearly passed out again.
People.There were people here.Which meant one of two things. Either the world had finally invaded his
personal paradise, or...
Or hed gone back to the world.
Back to that cold, dirty basement.
No, no please, his mind screamed. No...
... No please, dont, dont hurt me anymore, Rob, please...

Its because I love you, Joel. You know that.
God, no...
Pain, hot and cold and sickening, skin and muscle and bone giving way, blood and pain and no, it wasnt
real, not anymore...
The vision vanished, leaving Joel trembling in the dark. He tried to open his eyes. His lids fluttered, letting
in a faint glimmer of fuzzy light.
Light.
There was no light in the basement, except when Rob tortured him. He had floodlights for that, the better
to see Joels pain with. But there was no pain now. Aches, yes; his whole body hurt like a toothache, a
marrow-deep throb that permeated him right to his core. But not the bright, flaring agony that had finally
driven him so deep into his own mind that he hadnt even known thats where he was.
Dazed and sluggish as he was, Joel still knew what that meant.
Hed come back home.
It took a monumental effort to get his eyes open, but he managed. The bed he lay in was narrow, with
white plastic rails on either side. A thin, dark blue blanket covered him from the waist down. A clear
plastic tube ran from a bag of fluid hanging on a pole to a needle in his hand. When he rolled his eyes up,
he could see the slow drip of liquid from the bag to the tubing.
He turned his head a little, wincing as his abused muscles protested the movement. The room he
occupied was small, with light blue walls and a white tile floor. There was a curtained window in one
wall, a sink against the other. The door stood halfway open. He could hear the soft shuffle of rubber
soled feet outside.
He couldnt see Victor anywhere.
Joels heart hammered in his chest.V-Victor? His voice was a harsh croak, and his throat felt like raw
meat. Where...? Victor?
He heard a soft rustle from the corner near the head of his bed, where he couldnt quite see. There was
a yawn, the sound of a chair creaking. Then a sudden gasp, the mattress moved, and Victor was there,
sitting beside him on the bed, leaning over him, both hands on his cheeks.
Joel? God, Joel, can you hear me? Victors voice trembled. Please tell me this isnt another dream.
Joel licked his lips. No. Not a dream. Is it? Am I dreaming you? I dreamed of you, Victor.
Victorsmiled, his dark eyes bright with tears. I dont think were dreaming, baby. I think youre back.
I... I went toSt. Lucia. You remember it?So pretty. I was safe there.
Victors smile faded. He bent and gently kissed Joels bruised lips. Youre safe here now, Joel. He
cant hurt you anymore.
Joel raised a hand to touch Victors wet cheek. He could see the bones in his own hand, stark under
skin so pale it was nearly translucent. What happened?
Joel, I dont think...
Please. I need to know. He stared steadily into Victors face.

Victor closed his eyes. You were missing for almost six months. Nobody could find a single trace. Not
one clue to where youd gone. They told me that youd probably just left, and didnt want me to know
where you were.
Id never do that to you.
I know. Victor laced his fingers through Joels, holding on tight, eyes still shut. I never believed that.
But I couldnt find you. I hired a private detective, and she couldnt find you either. Youd just vanished.
Those black eyes opened, locking onto Joels, thick with anguish. Then Rob walked into the police
station last week, and told them what hed done, and where to find you. And he shot himself. And they
went there, and found you, and brought you to the hospital, and called me. And, and I came, and fuck,
Joel, you were... Christ, the things hed done to you...
Joel reached up, pulled Victors face down, resting their foreheads together. He laid their clasped hands
over his heart. He was shaking deep down, with the renewed memories of endless weeks of fear and
pain, and the sorrow of seeing his lover hurting for him.
They said you were catatonic, Victor continued, his voice soft and ragged. They said youd
dissociated your mind from your body, to escape the torture. They said you might come back, and you
might not.That I shouldnt get my hopes up. You nearly died, Joel, there were broken bones and infected
wounds, and he hadnt fed you in ages, and... God, Joel. I couldnt just give up on you. I couldnt.
Victor was crying steadily now, his tears falling warm and wet onto Joels face. Joel wrapped both arms
around him and pulled him close. He ignored the way his wasted muscles shook, blocked out the sharp
pains that sliced through him with every little movement. Victor was in his arms again, smooth cheek
pressed to his chest, black curls soft against his fingers. Nothing else mattered.
They lay like that for a long time. Eventually, Victor sat up again and met Joels eyes. Joel? You said
you dreamed of me?
Joel smiled.Yeah.Just the last few nights. Or, well, what seemed like the last few nights.
I dreamed about you too, Joel. Victors dark eyes gleamed.Four nights in a row.
A strange feeling fluttered in Joels chest. What did you dream?
Victors brows drew together. The first time, I dreamed I was outside a house, and I looked up, and
saw you standing in the window. I wanted to call to you, but I couldnt make a sound. The next night, I
was in the room with you, and you... you touched my hand. I wanted so bad to talk to you, but I
couldnt. And the next night...
Victors voice wavered. He stopped, clearly fighting some powerful emotion. Joel ran his fingers down
Victors cheek. You spoke to me. You told me I had to remember.
Joel... did you... Victors black eyes held Joels. You dreamed it too.
Yeah.I did.
All of them.
Yeah.Joel covered Victors hand with his own, curling their fingers together. They seemed to spark
my memories. I remembered you, andSt. Lucia. And then after the fourth dream, I remembered it all.
He stopped, forcing down the panic that wanted to come when he thought of Rob and the basement and
the things Rob had done to him. And once I remembered, I came back.
They stared at each other. Joel could read his own thoughts in Victors face. There was no need to say
it. They both knew what had happened, even if they couldnt explain how, or why.
Joel moved over in the bed, mindful of his IV tube. He opened his arms, and Victor came to him without
a word. Within minutes, they were sound asleep with their arms around each other, Victors head
pillowed on Joels chest.
The nurses aid who found them that way a few minutes later smiled indulgently as she tucked the
blanket snug around them. Sweet dreams, she whispered, and turned off the light.
In The Arms of the River God
" isa story I wrote a couple of years ago. It's never been published other than here on my website. I
decided to put it here to give everyone a look at the sort of things I used to write.
WARNING: this is a bit dark, though not so much as some of my other older stories.
*****
Its July, and theSavannahheat sticks to Carls skin like pine sap, even at two in the morning. He
stretches out on a bench and smiles blearily at the sky. The blotter acids just kicked in, turning the
susurration of the leaves into green and purple whorls in the soupy air.
Carl haunts this small waterside park most nights. He likes it here, in the quiet hours betweenmidnightand
dawn, when the traffic is stilled and the only sounds are the whispers of the trees and the slow syrupy roll
of the river. He likes to lie on his favorite bench, get high on whatever hes managed to score, and think.
Revelations come easily to him here, no less profound for their tendency to evaporate in the morning sun.
At first he thinks the voice he hears is a hallucination. He hears things a lot when hes on acid. But then a
face appears above him, a hand touches his arm, and he begins to believe someone is really there.
"Hello?" he says to the face. "Who are you?"
The face smiles at him.

"My name is Pete," the face says, each word a bright diamond bubble floating from its mouth into the air.
"I am the god of the river."
Carl giggles. Pete seems an inadequate name for a river god, and he says so. Pete the River God shrugs.
"I'm Carl," Carl says, sitting up and holding out his hand to shake.
"I know.
Pete the River God takes Carl's hand in both of his and licks his palm, then sucks his fingers one by one.
Carl laughs at the tickly sensation.
"I came to you," says Pete, "because I need something from you."
"What?" Carl wonders.
Your body, the River God answers.Your love.
Petes eyes glow soft cerulean, shedding fuzzy lavender sparks that float lazily to the ground. Carls
heart swells with love and desire, and pride at being the chosen one of a god.
Yes, he says, and takes the gods hands.
Pete pulls Carl to his feet and kisses him softly on the lips. Carl opens his mouth and lets Petes honey
sweet tongue in to slide over his. The kiss plays a vague, jangling music in his mind, like wind chimes and
flutes.
They undress each other, letting the discarded garments fall where they might, trailing lips and fingers
over newly bared skin. Naked they sink to the grass with limbs wound together and mouths locked. Pete
rolls and pins Carls body with his, insinuating himself between Carls open legs. Carl caresses Petes
face, staring in fascination at the sparkling scarlet contrails left by his fingers.
Fuck me, Carl whispers. Make me yours.
Carl smiles to hear himself say such things, but he doesnt take it back. He belongs to the River God
now, and he wants the god to claim him.
I will, Pete says, and bends to kiss him again.
Carl sighs when Petes mouth trails down his throat, his chest, over his belly, swirling a languid tongue
over the head of his erect cock before pushing his thighs up and apart and plunging into the cleft of his
ass. Pete anoints his anus with hot slippery saliva, and he cries out loud when Petes tongue slips through
the loosening muscles and inside.
By the time Pete sits up again, Carl is gasping and shaking with need. He drapes his legs over Petes
shoulders, looking down at Petes dripping cock rubbing against his. Pete holds Carlshole open with his
thumbs and penetrates him in one swift stroke. Carl moans low. He pulls Petes face to his, kissing him
deeply.
Their bodies molded together sing a joyful harmonic hymn in Carls skull, tethered to the rhythm of
beating hearts and the slip-slide of Petes cock in his ass. Carl tumbles weeping into orgasm just as Pete
spills inside him.
Carls vision shines incandescent silver as Pete wraps him in strong protective arms, smoothing the
tangled hair from his brow and murmuring words of love. Slipping unafraid into peaceful sleep, Carl
thinks he hears Pete saying something to him. The words flash neon in the night for a split second and
Carl smiles.
***
Carl wakes when the sun burns over the treetops, glazing the rippling river with searing light. He is still
naked. That, he believes, is fitting. He remembers what Pete the River God told him only a few short
hours ago, and the thought makes him smile. He walks to the edge of the river, leaving his clothes behind.
He wont need them.
Im yours, he says to the dark flowing current. Take me.
He closes his eyes, squares his shoulders, and leaps into the river. It folds him in a cool fluid embrace,
holding him tenderly but firmly when his chest begins to burn and he tries to struggle to the surface in spite
of himself.
The River Gods voice comes to him at last as thesilty water fills his lungs. Sleep, the loving voice tells
him. Sleep in my arms.
And he does.
Taste of Sun and Sea
," first appeared in author Alyssa Brooks' newsletter, Wicked Escapes. It has also appeared on the
website for author Sable
*****
Im floating.Drifting on a tide of light, lulled by the crash and murmur of the waves.
Its easy to lose yourself here. Easy to lose the flow of time entirely in heat that presses like a hand, in
crystalline sunlight on white sand and turquoise water.
Ive become a cat, fat and lazy in the summer sun.
I open my eyes when I hear the splash of running feet. Gage jogs toward me, his surfboard tucked under
one arm. I watch him, enchanted as always by the sight. Lean muscles shift under tanned skin, tangled
sun-bleached curls drip seawater on slightly reddened shoulders. After more than five years together,
hes still the most beautiful creature Ive ever seen.
He plants his board in the sand and smiles down at me.Hi,Aiden .
Hello, gorgeous. Finished surfing already? From my vantage point, flat on my back on a big beach
towel, he looks like a god: tall, golden, perfect.
Yeah.He sinks down next to me. Clear green eyes hold mine. Lets fuck.
I sit up, wind my arms around him. His wet skin feels cool against mine. He cups my cheek in his palm
and kisses me with salt flavored lips.
Hes already erect when I peel his trunks off. I discard my shorts, and he opens those long legs for me.
My nutmeg-brown hands form a breathtaking contrast against the delicate pale rose of his cock. The sun
rarely sees that part of him. I think she considers herself blessed right now, to look down on the sight of
him bare and spread, wanton in his lust.
Suntan oil scents the air with coconut and memories as I slick his hole, pushing my fingers inside. He
opens so easily for me. His soft gasps makea music sweeter than the songs of night birds, or swift rivers
over stones. I sink my cock into his living heat, and the world rejoices with us. The ocean sings for us, the
sun blesses us, as I move inside him, our bodies twined into one. When he comes, the smell of warm
semen against salty skin fills my senses, sending me tumbling into a familiar bliss.
We lie there for a while, boneless with heat and post-orgasmic languor. The faint dust of freckles
scattered across his nose twists my heart.
I love you,Aiden , he whispers.

And I love you, my beautiful boy.
His kisses are soft as orchids, sweet as spring rain. He tastes of sun and sea. Somewhere out there, I
know, the world rushes on. One day, Gage and I will rejoin that mad dash toward some ephemeral goal.
But just now, I dont care. Nothing matters at this moment but the naked man in my arms. Vibrant joy
flows from him like a river of light, and Im content to lie here for all time, washed in his bright essence.
Floating.Just floating.
Nicky
firstappeared in Loose Id's Hurricane Katrina Relief fundraiserblog onLiveJournal . Matter of fact, it's
probably still there. This story was inspired by the video for theSigurRs song "VidrarVelTilLoftrsa."
There's a link to the band's website on my Fun Stuff page, you can check out the video there.
*****
Nicky didnt call me this time until a couple of hours before the show was supposed to start. I could tell
hed just woken up, from the roughness of his voice. He always did like to stay up all night and sleep all
day. I used to tell him he was born to be a rock star.Prophetic, huh?
So, Jack, you coming tonight, or what? He yawned when he said it. I wasnt fooled.
I dont know.Maybe.Like Id miss one of his shows when its right here in town. Ive been to every
last show Bloodlust has played within two hundred miles of Ashville.
He laughed. He can read me every bit as well as I read him. Theres a ticket and pass waiting for you
at will-call. Hey, Jack?
Yeah?
Silence, thick with the things we never say.Nothing. See you tonight.
He hung up. I hung up, locked my office door, and jerked off.
Funny, but when I get myself off thinking of him, its never the beautiful, seductive star I picture in my
head. Its always the Nicky I knew when we were boys.The kid with the dorky laugh and the genuine
vintage Frodo Lives t-shirt and shelves full of obscure mythology books.The boy who taught me what it
was like to take pleasure in another boys body. I imagine what he mightve been like if things were
different, and it makes me come every time.
Not that I dont want to be with him now, the way he is. I do.Very much. I dont cry for the boy he
was, any more than I cry for the man he isnt. Hes happy with his life. Who am I to argue?
So now here I am, ridiculously out of place in this heavily Goth crowd.Theres lots of Nicky clones here,
all black leather and eyeliner and faces studded with jewelry, but Im the only one in a button-down shirt,
slacks, and loafers.
At least the pants are black.
I lean against the brick wall outside the club and try not to look nearly thirty. Though why it should
matter, I dont know.Nickys exactly my age. We have the same birthday, even.
I know, I know. Hes a star, and that makes all the difference. But its not fame that makes his age
forgivable to these frighteningly young fans. He just has that shine.That magic glow that makes him
ageless, timeless. Hes always had it.
It gives me a twisted sort of satisfaction to see the jealously on the painted faces around me when I pick
up my VIP ticket and all-access pass.
The club is packed to the rafters with college kids in black. I stick out like a fucking sore thumb. Or,
more accurately, like a twenty-nine-year-old department store manager in the middle of a bunch of young
Goths with black lipstick and artfully pallid faces.
The things aguyll do for sex, huh?
I can ignore the fact that its never been about just sex. Ive had years of practice.
Nickys gotten me a seat in the balcony.VIP area.Guests of the band, record execs, those sorts. I glance
over at the two girls at the table next to me, and wonder who they had to blow to get their passes. Then I
remember who I always blow to get mine, and smile to myself.
The opening band is terrible.Seriously. I cant imagine why Nicky picked them to open. And I know he
picked them himself. He always does. I can only assume that at least one member of the band is a great
lay.
Its a relief when the lights come up and the tone-deaf screeching gives way to bland house music. I lean
my chair against the wall and watch the seething press of people below me. I can feel the energy in the
room, electric anticipation arcing through the crowd. I know how they feel. My skin tingles with the
memory of Nickys hands, his lips and tongue, a thousand intimate caresses over the years.
I can close my eyes and recall every inch of his body, his every reaction to my touch.The way his hands
ball into fists when hes about to come. The way his back arches when I suck his little pink nipples,
tugging on the silver rings with my teeth. The way he clings to me afterward, even after all these years,
with his arms and legs around me and his face buried in my neck. Just like he used to when we were
sixteen, making love in his bed after school, before his mother got home from work.
His hairs black now instead of golden brown. He wears leather and eyeliner, and he tastes like vodka
instead of Dr. Pepper these days. But inside, hes still my Nicky.
Some things never change.
Years pass, it seems, before the stage goes dark again, signaling the start of the main event. The crowd
surges forward, already calling for him. Ash, they cry in desperate voices, because thats all they know of
him. Ash, short forAshtaroth , the name he took when he formed Bloodlust.Phoenician demoness of lust
and seduction. I doubt more than a handful of people here know that. And Im damn sure no one but me
knows that he got that name from one of his dusty old books, the ones he always used to read to me
when I was all heavy-limbed from sex and unable to stop him.
These people would sell their souls for a night with him, but they dont know him at all. Not like I do.
The screams when he takes the stage are deafening. He glances toward me as he steps up to themic .
Those enormous aquamarine eyes meet mine, and my breath hitches. Im sure he cant see me past the
glare of the spotlight, but he knows exactly where I am. He smiles, that wide, sweetly sinful smile that
turns my knees to jelly, and for a second I see the old Nicky. The boy I lost my virginity to under a
Nirvana poster on a hot July afternoon. My throat constricts, even as my cock starts to rise.
The show, as always, is fucking amazing. Love them or hate them, you cant deny this bands talent. The
musics like a living thing, slithering and coiling around me, heating my blood. Its like Nickys essence in
musical form.
Evidently the crowd agrees with me. Most of them are all but fucking on the floor.
Not that I blame them. Nicky brings it out in them, with the music, with his powerful voice, with the way
he moves. The rest of the bands damn good, but its Nicky that makes the magic. Up there on stage,
hes larger than life, in spite of his slight stature andwaifish body. Clad in low-slung black leather pants
and nothing else, washed in a violet light that makes his white skin glow, hes beautiful.Unearthly.
Times like this, when Im watching him on stage, its hard to believe that after the show hell belong to
me again, for a little while. That those pale thighs will part for me, those lovely eyes will cloud with desire
for me, that heart-shaped face flushing pink when I enter him.
Nothings sweeter in this life than my Nicky when hes lost in rapture.
After the show, I wait until most of the other people have left, then make my way downstairs. The
security guard waves me through to the backstage area without a second glance when I hold up my pass.
Down a dim, cramped hallway, around a corner where several girls stand smoking and flirting with some
of the roadcrew, and Im standing in front of a peeling black door. Before I can raise my hand to knock,
the door opens, and Nickys standing there smiling at me.
Jack. Hi.
Hi, Nicky.
Glad you could come.
Have I ever not?
He laughs. Good point.Cmere .
He flings his arms around my neck and plasters his sweaty little body against me. His mouth finds mine,
and God, it takes me flying back in time, to the first time he ever kissed me, pushing me against the fence
in his back yard and opening my mouth with his tongue. He didnt have the silver ring piercing his lower
lip then, or the metal stud in his tongue that feels so amazing when he sucks me. But the wet heat of his
mouth is the same, and his passion hasnt dimmed.
By the time we pull apart, Im so hard it hurts, and I can feel his cock stiff and needy under the snug
leather pants. Need you so fuckingbad , Jack, he whispers as he pulls me into the dressing room.
He has my shirt off in seconds. I kick my shoes off,then pull Nicky to me again. His kiss is an addiction,
I cant get enough. He shimmies those tight leather pants halfway down without once taking his tongue
out of my mouth.
Fuck me, he growls, and bites my lip.Hurry.
I fumble my dress pants open and tug them off while he peels the sweaty leather off his legs.Lube and
rubbers, where?
Table, he says, gesturing toward a small plastic table beside the sagging couch. God, Jack, please.
He takes my hands and tugs me toward the sofa, making me stumble over the pants still tangled around
my ankles. I step out of them, pull Nicky close, and kiss him, soft and slow, until his slight body stops
vibrating with impatience and he melts against me.
Its like this every time. Hes like a wild animal, fierce and aggressive, and always in such a hurry. But I
dont want to be rushed. Once, years ago, Nicky and I spent nearly every waking moment together.
Afternoons in his bed were the highlight of my day. Now, I see him only a few times a year. I want to
savor our time together, make it last. So I have to calm him, gentle him, so we can make love instead of
just having a quick fuck.
Only when hes perfectly relaxed in my arms do I break the kiss. Hand me the lube and a rubber, I
whisper in his ear.
Jack... he sighs, arching against me when I kiss his neck. He reaches toward the table, hands me a
tube of K-Y and a condom. Need you so much, please...
He sinks to his knees, pulling me with him, then turns and bends over, laying his chest on the couch.
Please, Jack.
I take a moment to just look at him.Pale and slender, black hair clinging in damp tendrils to his neck and
flushed cheek. I lean down, lick a trickle of sweat from between his shoulder blades,plant little soft kisses
along the flowering vine tattoo that starts just below his right ear and winds around his body all the way to
his left foot. A tiny fanged pixie leers at me from behind one purple flower. The little naked figure has a
huge erection.
Jack, Jackplease ! His black-painted fingernails dig into the threadbare sofa, the muscles in his back
standing out hard and tense.
Shhhh, baby.Im right here.Right here.
He turns his head, looking over his shoulder. Those gemstone eyes plead with me. I lean up, kiss his
cheek, slide a hand down his flat belly and wrap it around his cock. He lets out a soft sob, thrusting into
my hand, and my chest tightens. The depth of Nickys need leaves me breathless, every time.
I manage to get the condom on and open the lube with my cheek still pressed to Nickys. Practice
makes perfect, as they say. He shudders when my fingers slip inside him. I know just how deep to go to
find his gland, exactly how hard to press to make him moan. I open him just enough to keep from hurting
him, then push my sheathed cock inside.
God, hes like a furnace, scorching hot even through the latex. His skin, satin smooth and wet with
sweat, is nearly as hot as his insides. I love having his dick in my hand, feeling the thick weight of it
against my palm. I love feeling his body writhe beneath me, I love his sharp masculine smell, I love the
filthy things he says, the way he opens his thighs wider and pushes his ass against my hips.
Most of all, I love how he cries out my name when he comes. How the strength of his release always
brings my own.
Afterward, welie wound together on the floor, Nickys head resting on my chest. His delicate fingers
trace lazy patterns on my belly. I can feel his heart beating. His skins so soft.So warm and soft. My eyes
drift closed, and my mind wanders.Back to that day nearly twelve years ago.The day that set us on this
path.
We were playing soccer. You wouldnt know it to look at him now, but in high school Nicky was one
hell of a soccer player. It wasnt a big important game, but Nicky was bound and determined our team
was going to win. The score was tied at nothing each, with only a few seconds left in the game. It seemed
like a lost cause. Then I saw the shot. Nicky and I looked at each other and grinned, and I knew hed
seen it too. I stole the ball right out from under Billy Jamisons nose and passed it to Nicky, he hauled
back and kicked, and the ball flew right past the goalie, right into the middle of the net. It was fucking
beautiful.
Our families and friends went crazy, whooping and jumping on the sidelines. The whole team crowded
around Nicky. I ran to him and threw my arms around him. We were both laughing, celebrating our
victory, falling to the cool grass under the weight of our team mates.
I think that may have been the last purely happy moment of my life.Because he kissed me then, and
everything changed.
Wed been together for almost two years, but never openly. Both our families were deeply religious.
Theyd never accept it. I guess we just forgot ourselves, that day on the soccer field. By the time we
noticed the shocked silence around us, it was too late. Nickys mother yanked him away from me, my
father dragged me across the field,the coach screamed that we were both off the team. I tore away from
my fathers grip, and looked back, and Nickys eyes met mine, and we knew it was over.
I didnt see Nicky again for eight years. By then, hed become the creature he is now.Ashtaroth. Sleek,
sexy, beautiful. I showed up at a Bloodlust show after seeing his picture in the localindie paper. We
jerked each other off behind a pile of boxes backstage. It wasnt like it used to be. But it was enough just
to feel his body against mine again, to taste his kisses.
Its still enough, because it has to be. It doesnt matter that I want more, or that he does too. Nickys
found a place for himself, finally. A place where he can be who he is, where he doesnt have to hide or
pretend, where he can share his immense talent with the world and be adored for it.
My own life is much, much quieter, but I like it that way. I like having my cozy little apartment to come
home to, and the routines of my life are comforting. I have my own space here, a job I enjoy,friends who
know and accept who I am.
If it all seems more empty than usual after Ive been with Nicky, well, thats the trade-off for a peaceful
life.
Come with me, Jack, he murmurs, nuzzling my throat.
I expected that. He always asks.Cant, Nicky. I lift his face and kiss his soft, soft lips. Stay here, with
me.
He gives me a sad little smile, and I know what his answer is. Its always the same. Were both too
settled in our lives, too content, to give up what we know.
You need more than feelings to build a life together. I think most people dont truly realize that. But
Nicky and I know.
Were playing inCharlotteSaturday night, he says, rolling over to lie on top of me. Come see me
again?
Wouldnt miss it.
Hesmiles, we kiss again and cuddle together. I hold him close, stroking his back, his hip, his damp hair.
And for a little while, time stops, and rewinds, and were boys again, blissfully happy, with no concern
for what the future holds.
We dont need to say I love you. We already know.
Heel
firstappeared in the Torquere Pressezine Fresh Off the Vine in October 2005.
****
The kid was asking for it.Begging, really, with his threadbare suit and tie and the thick chain around his
neck.
Sebastian sipped his vodka and watched the boy watching him. The kid had arrived, fake I.D. in hand,
just as the bar opened its doors for the evening.Too young to drink, no question. His studied casualness
would have given him away even if his baby face hadnt. Sebastian had to bribe Gina at the door twice
her usual rate to let the kid in.
He studied the face of the boy hed targeted. Not a day over nineteen, hed have bet his life on it.
Perfect. The boy glanced his way again, dark eyes furtive and curious under lowered lashes. Sebastian
smiled at him, a dirty languid smile calculated to intrigue. The boy blushed and dropped his gaze to the
floor, letting his long dark curls fall over his face. Sebastian saw the way his sweet rosebud mouth curved
up at the corners, though. This kid was his. He fingered the leather leash clipped to his belt.
He lost sight of his target during the show. The bands Cure-clone sound was wildly popular in the little
college town, and the place was packed with black-clad university students wearing world weary sorrow
as heavy as their eyeliner.
Sebastian parked himself on a barstool and waited. He could feel the weight of eyes on him, male and
female, all looking to pull a pretty Goth like him for the night. He knew he looked sexy as hell in his
dangerously low riding jeans and skin tight black mesh shirt, and he could easily pass for ten years
younger than his thirty-three. A few of the cruisers sniffing around tempted him, but he resisted. He could
wait for the one he wanted.
He tugged on the silver ring through his lower lip. The captive bead was a milky jade that matched his
eyes to perfection. The piercing emphasized the soft sinful curve of his mouth. Silky black strands of his
long-in-front, short-in-back hair caught on his lips and tickled his cheeks. It made him feel beautiful and
mysterious.
Three vodkas later, the band gave way to techno house music and the lights came up to their normal
smoky dimness. Sebastian stood and leaned against the bar with his thumbs hooked in his belt. It wasnt
long before the boy hed picked came into view. He was laughing as he talked excitedly with a couple of
other kids. Then his gaze fell on Sebastian, and he went silent.
Sebastian arched an eyebrow at him in unmistakable invitation. The boy turned and said something to a
girl with blue ponytails. The girl glanced at Sebastian and her eyes widened. She said something into the
boys ear, then squeezed his hand and moved off through the throng.
The boy wiped his palms on his pants and started toward Sebastian, his gait hesitant as if he might turn
and run the other way any second. Sebastian waited. A moment later, the young man stood close enough
to touch.
Um... hi.The kid smiled nervously, and Sebastian's groin twitched. God, the things he could do with
that pretty little mouth... He shook himself and smiled back.
Hi. My names Sebastian. He held out his hand.
Im Elijah. Elijahs hand was damp and trembling. Sebastian raised it to his lips and kissed the back,
letting the tip of his tongue barely brush the skin. Elijahs deep brown eyes grew heavy.
Have you been with a man before, Elijah? Sebastian kept hold of his hand, caressing the knuckles with
his thumb.
Elijah blushed crimson. Sebastian suppressed a smile. Oh, yeah, lots of times, Elijah said. Ive been
out for, like, years. He gave a little high-pitched laugh. You sure get right to the point, dont you?
I dont like to waste time. Sebastian pulled Elijah close and leaned forward so that his hair brushed his
cheek. He felt the young man react, the slender body tightening against him. How old are you?
Sebastian asked.
I, Im twenty-two.
No, youre not. Truth, Elijah. I promise I wont get you in trouble.
Elijah was silent for a moment. Sebastian could see the rapid pulse jumping in his throat. When he finally
spoke, Sebastian could barely hear him.
I just turned eighteen last week.
Sebastian felt a thrill go through him. He slipped an arm around Elijahs waist, urging him closer. Elijah
let out a little squeak when Sebastians thigh touched his groin. Sebastian pushed against him and felt him
harden as fast as only a teenage boy can.
Elijah laid both hands on Sebastians shoulders. He was shaking. Sebastian cradled Elijahs head in one
hand and gently kissed his lips. Elijah tensed for a second,then relaxed against him. Sebastian let him take
the lead, opening his mouth to Elijahs shyly probing tongue. Elijah let out a little breathy moan. He
wound his arms around Sebastians neck and kissed him with more confidence than Sebastian wouldve
believed he possessed.
God, youre sexy. Elijah tugged at Sebastians lip ring with his teeth. Can we go somewhere?
My place?Sebastian kissed Elijahs neck and slid both hands down over his firm little butt. Its only a
couple of blocks away.
Elijah only hesitated for a second. Lets go.
They left the bar hand in hand. Out in the cool night air, Sebastian draped his arm across Elijahs
shoulders. Elijah stuck a hand in the back pocket of Sebastians jeans and pressed close. Sebastian
could feel his heat through the thin fabric of his suit jacket. The knowledge that soon that sweet young
body would be his sent a jolt of pleasure thrumming through his bones.
They walked the short distance to Sebastians house in silence. Elijahs eyes widened when Sebastian
led him through the gate in the high stone wall and up the wide path.
You live here? Elijah stared in unabashed awe at the three stories of ivy-covered stone and brick.
Wow. You must be rich.
Sebastian laughed. Yeah, you could say that. He fished the keys out of his pocket and unlocked the
front door. My parents were rich, and I got it all when they died, including the family mansion.
So you grew up here? Elijah let Sebastian take his hand and lead him inside.
Not exactly.Sebastian shut the door and switched on a small lamp with a beaded green shade. I grew
up at boarding school. The first time I spent more than two weeks at a time here was when my parents
died.
Elijah came to him and slid both arms around his waist. Howd they die? He rubbed his cheek against
Sebastians.
Car accident, Sebastian said, only half lying.
That sucks, Elijah said, breathing the words against Sebastians neck. My mom died when I was
ten. He kissed Sebastians chin. She never told anyone who my dad was. Ive been in foster homes
ever since. He moved up to kiss Sebastians mouth. Im on my own now.
Sebastian laid a hand on Elijahs soft cheek.So young to be alone, Elijah. Dont you need someone to
take care of you?
Elijah lifted his chin. I can take care of myself.
His tone was defiant, but his big dark eyes radiated vulnerability. Sebastian raked his fingers through
Elijahs silky curls. Of course you can, he said. But wouldnt you like to have someone to look after
you?Someone to be with? He pulled Elijah closer.Someone to belong to?
Elijah closed his eyes and rested his head in the curve of Sebastians neck. Yes, he whispered. His
voice was raw with need.
Sebastian stroked Elijahs back. Id like to be that person, Elijah. Id like to be the one to take care of
you.
Elijah lifted his head and stared at Sebastian in surprise.Really? But you dont even know me.
You dont know me either, but you came here with me anyway. And you want to belong to me, I can
feel it. Sebastian laid a chaste kiss to Elijahs lips. You do, dont you?
Elijahs breath ran out in a long sigh when Sebastian slipped a hand up the back of his shirt, running light
fingers over his spine.God, yeah. I do.
You need to understand what that means. Sebastian took Elijahs face in his hands and stared hard
into his eyes. Do you? Do you understand what it would mean to be mine?
Elijah held Sebastians gaze without flinching. I think so. You take care of me. Give me food, a place to
live, clothes, whatever I need. And I give you... whatever you need.
Sebastian ran his tongue over Elijahs mouth. You mean sex, dont you, Elijah? Youd give it to me
however and whenever I want it, wouldnt you?
Id be your slave. Elijah gazed up at Sebastian from under submissively lowered lids.
Sebastian shook his head.
Not my slave. I dont want or need a slave. Youd be more of a... a pet. He ran his palms over
Elijahs shoulders, pushing the suit jacket off. It slithered to the floor. You cant hold a slave while he
sleeps. You cant cuddle under a blanket and watch TV with a slave on a cold night. He buried his
hands in Elijahs hair and kissed his forehead. You cant love a slave. And Id love you, Elijah. Id love
you, and take care of you, and never let anything bad happen to you again.
A single tear sparkled its way down Elijahs face. Sebastian kissed it away. So what do you say,
Elijah? Ill keep you, and look after you, and in return you give me something warm to come home to.
Will you do it?
Elijahs smile was a beautiful thing. Yeah, Ill do it.
Sebastian smiled back. Good.
He pulled the leash off of his belt and clipped it to the chain around Elijahs neck. Elijahs eyes went
wide. He swallowed audibly, and the leashs clip jangled against the chain. Elijah traced his slim fingers
delicately over the chain and down the supple black leather.
Feels... kind of weird.To be on a leash, I mean. Elijahs pulse throbbed in his throat, so hard Sebastian
could see it.
At first, yeah.But youll get used to it. Sebastian tugged on the leash. Come upstairs with me. Elijah
followed without a word.
Sebastian stripped his own clothes off first. He held Elijah and kissed him, soft slow kisses until the
boys shaking stopped and his hands grew bold on Sebastians bare skin. They fumbled Elijahs clothes
off in between kisses that had become frantic. The chain and leash stayed on.
Sebastian led Elijah naked to the bed and wound the end of the leash around a hook set in the wall. Lie
down, baby, he said.On your stomach.
Elijahs eyes widened, but he did as he was told. Sebastian stretched out on top of him, letting his
erection nestle between Elijahs buttocks. The renewed trembling in the young mans body told Sebastian
everything he needed to know.
Youre a virgin, arent you? Sebastian asked.
Yeah.I mean Ive sucked cock before, but I havent... you know. Elijah twisted his head around to
meet Sebastians eyes. Will it hurt? His voice was small and scared.
Sebastian stroked his hair and kissed his downy cheek. Dont worry, sweetheart. I wouldnt hurt you
for anything.
It did hurt, judging by the way Elijah scrunched his face up and clawed the sheets when Sebastian
entered him. There was no avoiding it, really, even after careful preparation with fingers and tongue, and
using plenty of lube. But his little pain noises gave way within seconds to moans of pure pleasure that set
a red fire in Sebastians brain. He lifted Elijah onto hands and knees and plunged deep, over and over
again until the pressure inside him burst into the ecstasy of release.
Elijah came almost immediately when Sebastian rolled him over and took his cock into his mouth. The
boys wailing cry was nearly as sweet as the taste of his smooth young skin. Sebastian swallowed the
warm semen, relishing the salty-bitter taste on the back of his tongue.
Fuck, Elijah gasped.God.God.
Sebastian crawled up and folded Elijahs sweat-damp body in his arms. You okay? He kissed Elijahs
hair where it matted against his flushed face.
Yeah.That was so fucking great. He gazed up at Sebastian with an absolute trust shining in his eyes.
For me too, sweetness.Sebastian lifted Elijahs chin and kissed his lips. Go on to sleep now. Weve
got a big day tomorrow.
Doing what?
Im taking you shopping. And we can go out to lunch, and go to the park if the weathers nice.
Sounds great.Elijah laid a hand on Sebastians cheek. I think this is gonna be good, Sebastian.
It will be. I promise. Sebastian raked his fingers through Elijahs tangles. Now go to sleep, baby. Ill
be right here.
Elijah laid his head on Sebastians chest. He was sound asleep within minutes. Sebastian lay awake for a
while longer, lazily stroking Elijahs back and thinking about the coming day.
There were so many things to take care of. Elijah would go naked at home, of course, but would need
clothes for when they went out. He would need a new collar as well,a nice soft leather one that wouldnt
chafe his neck the way the chain would.And a new mattress for his bed in the basement. The old one was
hopelessly stained and stillreeked of decay. James, his last pet, had been dead for days by the time
Sebastian noticed. He still felt bad about that, but hed been caught up in other things at the time and had
simply forgotten to feed the kid. If only hed let him run loose instead of keeping him chained...
Sebastian shook himself. No use in beating himself up about it, he thought. If James had been loose, he
wouldve just tried to run away again. He gazed down at the beautiful young man sleeping on his chest
and smiled.
Its going to be different this time, Sebastian whispered against Elijahs hair. It is.Because youre
different. All those others, they werent good pets. They were toowild, they didnt appreciate anything I
did for them. But you will. I can tell.
Elijah stirred and whimpered in his sleep. Sebastian clutched him close, kissing the night fears away.
Bad Medicine
"Bad Medicine" first appeared in the eroticezine Ruthie's Club in August 2005.
*****
When I got a look at the script Sal gave me, I about died. I marched right into his office the next day,
seething with righteous indignation
What the fuck? I threw the script on his desk. Im not doing this.
Sal smiled, shark-like. Youll do what the fuck I tell you,ya fucking fag.
But, Sal...
Shut your yap. Sal stood up. His lumpy bald head almost brushed the ceiling. He glowered at me.
Filming for Bad Medicine started this morning. And youre late. You get your queer ass over to
wardrobe right the fuck now, an I better not hearno more complaints from you.
I started to protest. Sal frowned, puckering hisunibrow . I shut up, snatched up my script, and backed
out the door.
Salazar Domingo was owner and chief scriptwriter for Domingo Productions. Six-foot eight of massively
muscled, butt-ugly brute. He scared thebejesus out of me. Word on the street was he got booted out of
theNew Jerseymob for being queer. I could believe hed been some mob bosss muscle. Id seen the
messy results of a mere actor like me disagreeing with him. Thats the main reason I try not to.
I sulked my way down the hall from Sals office to wardrobe, feeling sorry for myself. How the hell did I
go from carefree college student to actor in the worst gay porn films ever made?
Greed, Jimmy, I muttered to myself.Greed and curiosity.Stupid, stupid, stupid.
I tried to nip that line of thought in the bud. No use dwelling on it. Of course, whenever you try not to
think about something, it automatically hijacks your brain. So I thought about it, for about the
fifty-thousandth time. Wallowing in self-pity never actually helped, but it did make me feel better.
My boyfriend was the one whod told me about the auditions for a gay porno by a new studio that had
just opened here inAtlanta. That was nearly a year ago. If Id known hed not only get me stuck in this
crap outfit, but dump me as well, Id have kicked his overly swishy ass. At the time, though, I was pretty
strapped for cash, and the idea of being in a movie, even a porno, was tempting. I could do one film,
earn enough to pay the next semesters tuition, and forget about it. Domingo Productions obviously
wasnt a big player, so the odds of anyone I knew getting hold of the film were remote.
How we delude ourselves when were broke, huh? I shouldve known when I first met Sal that hed
have me by the balls one way or another. I couldve sworn the contract I signed didnt say anything
about more than one film. But when I refused to do a second, Sal pointed right at the clause that said,
plain asday, that I agreed to make a total of twenty films for Domingo Productions. Twenty, I kid you
not. I still dont know how the hell he did it. What a way to learn you should always keep a copy of the
contract.
Sals demanding schedule eventually forced me right out of school. It pissed me off beyond belief that I
had to quit college to star inpornos . Maybe if I had sucked (so to speak) in the first one, Sal wouldnt
have made me do more. Unfortunately, I exhibited a talent for sucking cock and getting fucked up the
ass, and looking good while doing it.So Sal not only roped me into more of his mind-bogglingly awful
films, but he made me star in them, too.
Damn my exquisite good looks and enormous cock, anyhow. Ha.
Wardrobe was packed with people in various states of undress. They were smoking and talking while
they got their make-up and costumes on. Someone had put Placebo on the CD player, adding to the
chaotic atmosphere. I squirmed my way through the press of bodies toward the sour-faced old woman
who distributed the costumes.
Hi, Harriet.Youre looking lovely today. I gave her a sunny smile.
She grunted. Whatchagot?
I looked down at the grubby papers in my hand. Jack Auf, I told her. I managed to keep a straight
face, too. Go me.
Harriets permanent scowl didnt budge. She handed me a thin hospital gown made of blue cloth. This
is for the exam scene. What you gotonll do for the other scenes.
I took the gown. At least I didnt see any visible come stains, which in this outfit is saying something.
Harriet, youre a robot, arent you? Cmon, you can tell me.
She raised her eyebrows and grunted twice, the corner of her mouth twitching just a little. For her, that
was raucous laughter. I grinned at her and headed over to get my make-up done. At least that wasnt
going to be much, thank God.
I waved at my friend Derek across the room. He waved back and tottered over, swaying precariously in
white stiletto heels. His shaved, stocking-clad legs stuck out from under a white nurses dress that barely
covered his ass. A nurses cap perched on top of his head. His shoulder-length hair was dyed bright red
and styled into an honest-to-God Jackie O flip. Blobs of spunk clung to his hair and face. I couldnt help
laughing, he looked so ridiculous.
Hafuckin ha, Jimmy. He glared at me.
Sorry. I put on my best fake serious face. Im betting youre in Bad Medicine too, huh?
Yeah.Just got done sucking off the doctor.Derek snorted. I swear,these things are getting worse by
the day. You read the whole script yet?
Yeah.Bigger piece of crap than usual, even.
No kidding. So whats your part?
His dark eyes glittered with amusement. He already knewhe just wanted me to have to say it.Bastard.
Jack Auf, I said between gritted teeth.

Derek howled with laughter. I waited patiently for him to calm down. It took a few minutes.
You done?I crossed my arms and scowled at him.
For now.He grinned. Hey, Im Nurse Cocks, for fucks sake. Weve all got dumb-ass porno flick
names,Jimbo . Dont let it bug you. At least you dont have to wear a fucking dress.
He wandered off. I sat and pouted while the girl with all the jewelry in her face did my make-up. When
she was finished, I studied myself in the mirror. I looked fucking amazing. Not for the first time, I
wondered what the hell she was doing here. She was way too good for this shit-hole outfit. The make-up
shed put on me was subtle, but it made my plain blue eyes look aqua and gave my normally ghostly skin
a golden shine. With my hair falling in shiny black spirals around my face and neck, I looked awfully
damn pretty. I stuck my tongue out at my reflection,then got up to make room for the next actor in line.
We had about half of the no-sex scenes done by mid-afternoon. It only took an hour to get done with
the set-up scene for the first exam. God, it suckedbad .The writing, the set, the costumes, everything. It
all sucked big, hairy donkey balls. I mean, come on, who the hell goes to the doctor because they cant
feel their prostate? But this is what SalThe Script Writer expected an audience to swallow.So to speak.
It was all I could do to get through the scene without rolling my eyes and/or cracking up.
The only thing that didnt suck was the guy playing Dr. Dick Johnson. Damn, he was hot. Long, dark
brown hair tied in a ponytail, great big stormy gray eyes,lips just like Brad Pitts. And not even the long
white lab coat could hide that ripped body. No beer gut hung over those navy blue dress slacks. And
something told me he wouldnt act like hed rather be watching the Braves lose the World Series while
he was fucking me. I found myself wondering what hed looked like not so long ago, with Dereks lips
wrapped around his cock.
After the scene wrapped, he came up to me, smiling like a used car salesman, grabbed my hand and
pumped it hard. I smiled back, a little overwhelmed by his energy.
Great scene, man, he enthused.Really, really great.
I gaped at him. Youve got to be kidding me.

He laughed. Well, yeah. Sucked, didnt it?
You know it.Everything but us. We rocked, dude. I stuck my hand out. JimHolderman .
Todd Jerome. He took my hand and we shook. And if you ever call me Manley, Ill hurt you.
We both laughed. The director, George, had introduced us by our screen names. He always did that. It
annoyed the crap out of everyone. Id always thought my screen name was the worst Id ever heard.
Billy Boner, can you believe that?Sals idea, of course. He came up with all of them. But Todds left mine
in the dust. I think its a testament to my acting abilities that I did not collapse into hysterical laughter
when George introduced Manley Tool.
You just start here? I started pulling off my clothes, to change into the hospital gown. No dressing
rooms on set.Classy, huh? I havent seen you around before.
This is my first film with Domingo. I did a couple out inCaliforniabefore I moved here.
Seriously?Dont take this wrong, but why arent you still out there? Thats where the biggest studios
are. I mean, like, real movie studios, not porno ones.
Yeah.But I didnt want to work for those. I like doingpornos . Just couldnt keep up with the cost of
living on what I made, so I moved back here.
Those smoky eyes watched me as I stood there in my black Wal-Mart underwear.Looked to me like he
appreciated the view. I flexed a little before slipping into thatuber -sexy hospital gown. So are you from
here originally? You said you moved back here.
Yep.Georgiaboy, born and raised.You?

Sure enough.Lived inAtlantaall my life.
Well, I guess that proves my theory thatGeorgiaboys are the hottest. He gave me a smile that was
downright filthy. My cock perked right up. I imagined Harriet naked and it slunk back down again.
Gotta say, Jim, Im kind of looking forward to the exam scene.
He moved closer, and my underwear promptly got tighter. I thanked my lucky stars for that stupid
gown. Who knew I could still get turned on from just a look?Surprise, surprise.
Oh. Oh, yeah?Me too. I was going for cool, but it sounded more like desperate-for-cock.
Good. He put a hand on my hip. Oh. Oh, damn.Cant wait to play with your ass. I just came all over
Dereks face, so I can work you for a long time before I have to come again.
Oh, sweet Jesus. My knees went all wobbly.Um. Oh. Okay. Smooth, thats me.
He laughed. I couldnt blame him. Here I was, a porn actor with seven films under my belt, acting like a
high school virgin.
I was immensely relieved to hear George yell for us to get on set. Just because I was about to get my ass
probed in front of a room full of people and a couple of cameras didnt mean I wanted everyone to know
how easily Todd could turn me on.
All right, Billy, George said. Get up on the table there. Manley, youre entering stage right, okay?
Got it.Todd winked at me and headed off to the sidelines while I hopped up on the paper-covered
exam table. It looked like a real one. I wondered idly where the hell theyd found it. A stagehand brought
me a tube ofAstro -Glide, and I lubed up while the crew scrambled into place.
All right, George yelled. You boys know the script. Lets get thisdone, I gotta meet my girlfriend for
dinner in an hour and a half. He held up a hand. The room went quiet.Or as quiet as it ever got.And.
Action.
I put on my Concerned Patient face and clasped my hands together in my lap, knees demurely together
and ankles crossed. Todd opened the door in the set wall and came strolling towards me. Goddamn, that
man could move. I thought frantically of quadratic equations, and my dick deflated again. Not yet, I told
it. Behave. It refused to promise me anything.
Jack Auf? Todd said, keeping his serious face on and ignoring the snickering of the crew. Im Dr.
Johnson.
He held his hand out. I shook it. Hi, doctor. Thank you for seeing me on such short notice.
Nurse Cocks said you sounded very worried on the phone.
He smiled a dazzling smile at me. I smiled back, trying to make it sexy the way the script said rather than
the way it felt, which was just goofy.
Now what seems to be the problem? Todd sat down on the rolling stool and peered at me in fake
professional concern.
Well, doctor, I said, It ... its a little embarrassing, actually.
He put a hand on my knee, rubbing his thumb in slow circles. I didnt think that was in the script. No
need to be embarrassed. Im a doctor. You can tell me.
Todd actually made that line sound sexy. Damn.
Okay. I leaned forward a little. I cant get any pleasure from my prostate. I know its supposed to
feel really good when its stimulated, but I cant feel a thing.
Todd nodded. I see.
Is it serious, doctor?
I doubt it. But well need to do a thorough exam. Lie back on the table, and lets have a look.
I lay down with my hands behind my head. Todd snapped on a pair of latex gloves. He pulled my gown
up, and then slid my underwear down over my hips.
What are you doing now, doctor? I said.
If we are to solve your problem, we need to find out what sexually arouses you, and what doesnt. He
picked up my dick in one gloved hand and gave it a tug, then lightly stroked the head with his thumb.
How does that feel?
Good.Which was true.
He rolled my balls in his fingers.How about that?
Yes, that feels good too.Boy, did it ever.
I see. He pulled my underwear the rest of the way off. Spread your legs.
I did. He slipped a finger into my slicked-up asshole and wiggled it around. My cock liked that a lot.
How about that? he asked. Does that feel good?

Oh, yeah, I moaned. Good thing thats what the script said, because I couldnt help it.Feels real
good.
Your hole is way too tight. We need to loosen it up. He pulled his finger out of my butt and hit the fake
intercom button. The cheapo wall nearly fell over. Nurse Cocks, could you come in here, please? Bring
the anal loosening kit.
I bit the insides of my cheeks to keep from cracking up. George gave me a fierce frown. I ignored
George, and made a scared-but-turned-on look for the camera.
Derek came swaying through the door, carrying a black plastic doctors bag that may as well have had
Fisher-Price stamped on the side. He smirked at me when he saw how hard I already was. I glared at
him.
Heres the kit, doctor. Derek held up the bag.
Thank you, nurse. Please help Mr. Auf get in position.
Derek winked as he bent down over me. Just slide down toward the end of the table, okay?
Okay. I slid down until my ass almost hung over the edge. My gown rode up to my armpits. Derek
slid it up my arms, leaving it wrapped around my wrists.
Its usually a huge chore for me to get it up for these scenes, but the mental image ofmyself naked on the
table with my arms essentially bound above my head made my crotch ache. Probably because it was
Todd about to examine me, and Todd flipped every fucking switch I had.
All right, Todd said. Lets get you spread.Feet in the stirrups.
I put my feet in the stirrups Todd had unfolded from the end of the table. He and Derek adjusted them
to open my legs wide. I looked down my body. My cock had already oozed a little puddle of pre-come
into my belly button. Usually getting it up was the problem for me. This time, it looked like holding off
orgasm might be the problem. George would kill me if I fucked up the money shot.
Nurse, Todd said from his spot between my legs, put the cock ring on him.
Yes, doctor. Derek pulled a black leather cock ring out of the bag. He slipped it down my shaft,
pulled my balls through, and adjusted the fit to the perfect snugness.
I had to swallow a couple of times before I could say the next line. Whats that for, doctor?
To keep you hard until I complete my examination. You cant come until we find out what activities give
you sexual pleasure.
I understand. What will you do to me now?
Im going to stretch your asshole, Todd said, his Doctor Voice dead perfect in spite of the lustful shine
in his eyes.
I licked my lips, making the movement slow and sensuous. Will it hurt?
A little.He held out a hand toward Derek. Ass spreader, please, nurse.
Derek took something that looked like a cross between a socket wrench and an apple corer out of the
black bag, squirted a big blob of lube on it, and handed it to Todd. I stared at the thing. My cheeks went
hot.
Todds big, pretty eyes stayed locked on my face as he slowly pushed the curved metal into my ass. It
felt weird: cold, and heavy, and bigger than it looked. He did something I couldnt see. The thing
expanded. I let out a little gasp at the sharp, hot stretch.
Do you like having that spreader up your ass? Todd did the whatever-it-was again. The thing
expanded more, and I moaned loudly. Does it feel good?
Ah, yeah.Open my ass. Christ, how cheesy is that? I didnt give a fuck. I probably wouldve said it
anyhow.
Todd gave me a big, lustful grin. George didnt scream bloody murder, so I figured the camera must be
on my hole.Probably a tight close-up. Not that I was thinking that clearly.Especially when Todd stuck a
couple of fingers in me and gently massaged my prostate. Instinct took over, and I writhed on the table,
hips lifting up, trying to find some friction.
Cut! George stood up from his chair, red-faced and frowning. Billy, youre not supposed to feel it,
you moron!
It actually took me a second to realize he was talking to me. After a year of being Billy Boner, I normally
answered to Billy as easily as I did to Jim. Funny how one insanely hot man could make me forget my
own fakename.
Yeah, I gasped. Sorry.
George grunted.Again! Places!And ... action!
Todd stuck his fingers in my ass again, finding the little gland easily.Bastard. He didnt have to do
thathe just liked watching me squirm. This time I managed to keep my reactions in check.
Do you feel that? Todd asked, serious as a fucking heart attack. Damned if he wasnt actually a pretty
good actor.
N-no, I stammered. Any idiot could tell I did. Fuck it. Anyone who expects high quality acting in a
porno deserves what they get.
Hmmm.Todds brows drew together. He pulled his fingers out of me,then tugged the ass spreader
out too. I think your problem is that your prostate isnt sensitized. It hasnt been switched on, for lack of
a better expression.
God, what a load of crap.I didnt give a fuck, for once.
What can I do? I managed to sound coherent. Hell, I thought, I can be a pretty goddamn good actor
too, sometimes. Who knew?
What I think we should do, Todd said, is try to make your prostate more sensitive. We can do that
right now.
How?
The anal loosening kit contains several instruments which should be helpful. At the same time, Nurse
Cocks and I will stimulate you in other ways. That should send the message to your prostate to switch on
and make you feel sexual pleasure. It will probably take several sessions to get to that point. When you
can come just from getting fucked in the ass, well know we succeeded.
I gave him my best seductive look. And how do we find that out, doctor?
Well, it will be my duty as your doctor to fuck your ass until you come.
Oh, boy. My cock didnt give a shit that it was a stupid porno movie line. It promptly swelled even
more.
Derek nudged my hip. I looked up at him, feeling dazed and stupid. Line, he mouthed at me, cutting his
eyes to George. Oh, yeahI was supposed to be saying something.
Um.Yeah, doctor. Make my ass feel good.
Derek snickered under his breath. I didnt, for once. Id uttered too many variations on that line to
count, but this was the first time I meant it. The thought of Todd sticking sex toys up my butt made my
skin feel tight and tingly.
Todds latex covered hands spread my ass cheeks wide. Your hole looks a little looser now, he said.
Nurse, hand me the smallest dildo.
Yes, doctor. Derek pulled a slender, bright blue dildo out the bag. He winked at me as he handed it to
Todd. I discreetly flipped him off.
Todd slid the toy inside me. It went in easily. I barely felt it. I moaned anyway. People love the sound
effects.
Mmm.Thats nice. Todds voice sounded rough. He moved the thing in and out of me a few times,
watching my face.Nurse. Pinch his nipples.
Yes, doctor. Derek sashayed over to stand behind my head, reached down, and plucked both of my
nipples. How does that feel, sir?
I licked my lips.Feels nice.Yeah, harder. Twist them.
Derek pulled and twisted. Electricity zinged over my skin. He twisted harder and I let out a sharp cry of
pain. Derek gave me a horribly fake concerned look. Im sorry, does that hurt you?
Yeah, I panted. Do it again.
That wasnt in the script. Evidently ad-libbing was okay, though, because George didnt make a peep.
Derek grinned at me, bent over, and sank his teeth into my nipple. He tugged hard, stretching the little
nub of flesh. I howled and arched against his mouth.
Pain turns you on, Todd observed. Good.
I didnt have time to wonder what the fuck that meant. I felt the blue dildo being removed and something
else taking its place. My hole stretched wide,then closed again. The same thing happened three more
times before my lust-fuzzed brain realized that Todd was filling my butt with anal beads. Extra large anal
beads, if the feel was any indication. He gave the string a sharp tug, one bead popped free, and I lost it.
Oh ... oh yeah ... God, yes, oh... I have no idea to this day if that was anywhere close to the right line
or not. I didnt care anymore. Pure sensation had me in its grip, and all I could do was ride it.
Ill say this for George: he might be a lousy director for a lousy, low-rent gay porn studio, but he knows
when to shut up and let it happen. He kept quiet when Derek bent and kissed me, fingers still tugging at
my nipples. He remained silent when Todd dropped to his knees and started sucking my balls and pulling
on the anal beads. Everybody, including George, knows that true passion in a porn flick is as rare as it is
arousing. He kept his mouth shut and the cameras rolling while I moaned and shook under the sweet
torture of hands, and mouths, and toys.
My control had just about unraveled completely when Todd stood up suddenly and yanked the whole
string of beads free with one hard pull. The feeling was beyond description. I let out a long wail, muffled
by Dereks tongue in my mouth.
Give me the plug, Todd growled.
Derek straightened up. He looked dazed, eyes hot and hazy, lips swollen. Y-yes ... um, yes, doctor.
He reached for the black bag with shaky hands.
I took a peek at my chest while Derek pulled a great big butt plug out of the bag and squirted lube all
over it. My nipples were a dark, angry red, swollen and hard. I had time to think vaguely that theyd
probably be black and blue in few hours. Then Todd pushed that fucking huge toy up my ass and my
brain quit working.
Oooooooohhhhhhhh, I moaned. Fuck ... Oh, fuck, yeah ... Fuck, yeah!
Feels good? Todd twisted the thing inside me andI about fell off the table.
Oh, fuck, yeah. I bucked my hips. Suck my cock.
Todds eyes gleamed. Yes, I think I will. He glanced up at Derek.Nurse?
Yes, doctor? A tiny corner of my brain noticed that Derek was staring at my bruised nipples and
stroking himself. Something about that turned me on even more.
Get on his face, Todd ordered.
Oh, hell, yes. Todd gave me a thoroughly evil smile. Derek tore his dress off and climbed onto the table,
straddling my face so that his ass hovered right over my mouth. How Todd knew I liked giving a rim job,
I have no clue. But he obviously did.Fine by me. I shucked off the gown that still clung to my wrists,
clamped my hands on Dereks hipbones, and went happily to work.
I felt Todd and Derek shift forward at the same time. Two hot, wet mouths closed over my cock and
balls. God, it felt good. I dug my fingers into Dereks ass cheeks, spreading them wide to give me better
access to his hole. His moans vibrated against my balls as I licked and tongue-fucked his asshole. I could
hear the cameramen scurrying around trying to capture all the action. I didnt know or care how far wed
strayed from the script, but it didnt matter. Even through the lust scrambling my brains, I knew we were
putting on one hell of a hot scene.
I had Derek right on the edge by the time Todd moved. Todd sat up, and Derek followed his lead. His
legs were shaking. I was so dazed, I actually grabbed Dereks ass and tried to pull him back down.
Todd laughed. Turn over on your stomach.
Derek sat back on his heels to give me room to move. I rolled over, letting my legs hang off the end of
the table. Todd pulled the butt plug out of me, leaned over, and licked up between my shoulder blades.
Ready to get fucked, Mr. Auf? he rasped in my ear.
Uh, I grunted, and pushed my butt against his crotch. That was about as coherent as I could get at the
moment. I felt Todd smile.
Rustles and clinks sounded behind me as Todd shed his clothes. Then his fingers spread me open, and
he shoved his cock deep inside me. I let out a long, shuddering cry. God, his prick up my ass felt so
fucking great.
Suck his dick, Todd ordered.
That suited me just fine. I pulled Dereks hips toward me and gulped his cock right down.
Ah, yeah.Yeah, suck that cock.Dereks best porn star voice. He was always on. I wouldve laughed if
my mouth hadnt been full. Derek clenched both fists in my hair and fucked my mouth deep.
Two cocks at once, and the one up my ass was attached to the finest man Id ever laid eyes on. Who
cared about the camera crew and the lights, and all the guys whod eventually jack off to this scene? Not
me. I was in heaven.
Todd pulled out of me just as his cock started to swell and pulse against my hole. For a second, I
couldnt figure out why. Then I remembered. Had to have that come shot on film, and there was no way
to film him shooting inside my ass.Yet.
I didnt want to think about that too hard.
Come on his back, doctor.Yeah, yeah. Shoot your hot load on him. Derek the Porn Star strikes again.
I stuck a finger up his ass, and his porn-star speech disintegrated into porn-star moaning. He pulled out
of my mouth and started jerking his cock hard.
Todd came first. I felt hot spunk splash across my back and run down between my butt cheeks. Derek
came a few seconds later, groaning as his dick pumped semen all over my face. The cameraman knelt
beside the table, shooting a close-up of me getting a face full of come. I licked my lips for him.
Hands on my shoulders pulled me to a standing position. Todd stood behind me, his body big and solid
against my back. He pulled me backward a few steps. Derek slipped off the table and knelt at my feet,
gazing up at me. His make-up was smeared and the white nurses hat was askew on his head. He
grinned at me.
Nurse, remove the cock ring, Todd said. He sounded calm again.
Yes, doctor. Derek loosened the leather ring and pulled it off.
I drew a sharp breath at the way my dick throbbed once freed from the leather. But before I could
make a sound, Todd yanked my head back by the hair and kissed me.
God ... Nobody had ever kissed me quite like that. The room tilted around me as Todds tongue slid
into my mouth, aggressive and demanding. I reached one arm behind me, around his neck, winding my
hand into the thick hair that had come loose from the ponytail and now hung in silky waves around his
shoulders.
Hands roamed my body: twisting a nipple, stroking my cock, invading my still-open ass. I didnt know
who was doing what, and couldnt have cared less. It was Todds kiss that set my body on fire and sent
me soaring into the most intense orgasm Id ever experienced, on either side of the camera. My prick
pulsed against someones palm. I felt warm sticky splashes on my thighs as I came, and the world turned
gray.
When I became aware of anything again, I was lying on the exam table, with a whole bunch of worried
faces bending over me. I gave them a weak smile.
Goddamn, boy, George exclaimed. Dontfucking scare me like that! He ran a hand through his
thinning hair. Hell of a scene, though.
You okay? Derek laid a hand on my arm.
Yeah, Im fine. I smiled at him. You still have come on your face.
He wrinkled his nose. So what else is new? I always get the fucking facials.
Derek wandered away, complaining about having to wash semen out of his hair. The crowd started to
disperse when they saw I was okay. I looked around for Todd, but didnt see him.
Whered Todd go? I asked George when he momentarily stopped yelling directions to the crew.
Break room, George said. Listen, I dont know what the fucks going on with you two, but whatever
it is, dont stop. Thats the fucking hottest scene I ever got on film.
Yeah.I stood up, carefully because I still felt a little off kilter.So, we done for today? We didnt finish
the office scene, did we?
Naw.But what the fuck.Got one smoking hot sex scene done, and I got places to be. Well do the after
parts tomorrow.
Works for me.
See you, Billy.
Yeah, see you. And for fucks sake call me by my real name, I didnt add.
I scooped my briefs up off the floor and put them on. The come all over my ass and face had dried just
enough to feel unpleasantly sticky. For once, I didnt care.
I found Todd on the sofa in the ratty little lounge, sipping Gatorade and flipping through the channels on
the TV. Those pretty gray eyes lit right up when he saw me.
Hey, Jim, he said. Feeling better?
Yeah.I plopped down beside him. That was weird. Me passing out, I mean.Never done that before.
Ive heard about that sort of thing. Ive never actually fucked anybody so hard they fainted, though.
What makes you think you did it? Maybe I got a heart condition or something.
Maybe, maybe not.Hope not.
I frowned at him. Whyd you leave? I mean, if somebody I was just fucking passed out cold, Id be
worried. You just went to the break room like nothing happened. It surprised me how much that stung.
He gave me a strange look. Oh, I was worried about you. But when I saw you lying there on that table,
unconscious and naked and covered in semen, I wanted ... Well, I wanted to do things to you that I
shouldnt have wanted to do, not right then. And I wasnt sure I could control myself. So I left.
I stared at him. The strange, hot look in his eyes made my insides shake. I couldnt decide if I was
scared ofhim, or horny for him.Or both. I gulped.
Um.Okay. Uh... There went my powers of speech again. He laughed.
Dontworry, Im not a psycho killer or anything. He slid a hand onto my knee. You look so fucking
hot like this.
I licked my lips. Like what?
He nuzzled my neck, licked the outside of my ear.Almost naked.Your lips swollen from kissing and
sucking cock.Your hair all sweaty and tangled. Come all over you. Without warning, he wrapped his
arms around me and pulled me up to straddle his lap. God, you cant even imagine the things I want to
do to you.
I sat there with my legs on either side of his hips and stared at him, stunned speechless. He smiled a
heart-thumpinglysexy little smile, buried both hands in my hair, and gave me a kiss that curled my toes.
When we pulled apart, I felt weak and dizzy, and damn if I wasnt halfway to hard again.
Weve got that fisting scene tomorrow. Todd ran his fingertips up my bare back, making me shiver.
Wannago back to my place and practice?
Oh, hell, yeah.
I guess, if you think itll help, I said, trying to play it cool.
Todd laughed, pushed me off his lap, and stood up. You know you want to.
What makes you so sure I want your hand up my ass, huh? I gave him a reasonable facsimile of an
innocent face.
Because, he said with a grin, Im telling you that you do.
Oh, Jesus, Mary and Joseph. That did things to me. Uh... I said, eloquent as usual.
He pulled me into his arms. Those stormy eyes glittered. Do what I tell you, Jim, and you wont regretit.
Ill make you come til your balls drop off.
How the fuck did he make that actually sound like a good thing? Hell if I knew. Hell if I cared.
I smiled up at him. Yes, doctor.
Heat
Heat
firstappeared on Torquere Press in September 2004, as 3rd place winner in their Melt short fiction
contest. It then appeared in the eroticezine Ruthie's Club in June 2005.
*****
June inNew Orleans.Hot and sticky and ripe with the smell of the river.Hours after the sun goes down,
the heat still smacks you in the face the second you step outside. So different from the tiny northern town
that Zach and I call home.
I like it here. I like the musky wet scent of theMississippi. I like the humidity. I like the suffocating heat.
This city seethes with life and secrets. You can smell it in the air.
Zach thinks Im nuts. He gives me the evil eye as he fans himself with a drinks menu.
Lets go inside, he says. Its too hot out here.

Here being the patio bar at the world-famous Pat OBriens. Zach wanted to go to the indoor bar, but
I insisted on sitting out in the courtyard. Its noisy and crowded and sweltering. It excites me.
I like the heat.
For fucks sake, why?Youre crazy, Ian.
The way he looks right now is reason enough to love the heat. His dark hair clings to his flushed cheeks
and his T-shirt is transparent with sweat. Just looking at him gives me a hard-on.
Youre sexy when you sweat, I tell him.
He grins. Turns you on, huh?
Sure does.
Cmere.
I lean toward him and we kiss. The Hurricane hes drinking makes his mouth taste like rum and fruit, and
his tongue feels cold against mine. It gives me a wicked idea.
I pull back and glance around. Were in a back corner of the courtyard, surrounded by trees and
shrubs. A large oleander obscures one side of our table. Perfect.
Move your chair over there next to the oleander."
Why?
Youll see.
Zach gives me a look that says he thinks Ive lost it, but he does as I ask. I grab my drink and slip
underneath the table to kneel at his feet. He leans sideways and peers curiously at me.
Ian, what are you doing?
I nudge his knees apart and scoot between his legs.
Dont worry, no one can see me.
Ian...
He stops talking when I flip the button of his shorts open and pull down his zipper with my teeth.
Hes not wearing underwear. He never does. I slide a couple of ice cubes into my mouth and swallow
his cock whole. He lets out a strangled yelp and immediately hardens in my mouth.
I suck him nice and slow, taking my time. I dip my fingers into the melting ice in my glass and rub the
liquid over his balls and as far into the cleft of his ass as I can reach. He squirms at my touch. The taste of
his skin intoxicates me far more than the Hurricane did. I wish I could shove his legs up and tease his hole
with my cold tongue.
The heat of his cock melts the ice, but theres plenty more. I pop fresh cubes into my mouth every few
seconds and keep sucking. Before long, his body tenses and he comes in my mouth. I slide into his lap,
press my mouth to his, and give him his own iced semen to drink.
Youre a hopelessperv , he says when we pull apart. But I like it.

His gaze is heavy and sated. I love knowing that I put that look in his eyes.
I dragged you outhere, the least I could do is cool you off.
He smiles at me and my heart lurches. Id do anything for that smile.
Thanks, baby, he says. Hey, you want to go somewhere really hot now?
Where?
My ass.He reaches down between us and squeezes my cock through my shorts. His touch sends
electric shocks shooting through me. Lets get out of here.
I grin at him as he zips his shorts and we get up to leave. I bet hell stop complaining about the heat
when I spread his legs and fuck him.
Who needs air conditioning when youve got love?
Orion's Belt
"Orion's Belt" first appeared in the eroticezine Ruthie's Club in May 2005.
*****
Hes late.
I know.
Did you call him?
Home and cell, yeah.No answer.
Hes been late every fucking day.
I know,Chad.
Chadpursed his purple glossed lips. Well, Mr. Know-It-All, maybe you can tell me just how the fuck
were supposed to record without a fucking singer!
Kier sighed.Chadwasnt telling him anything he didnt already know. A producer tends to notice when a
prominent member of the band hes currently recording shows up late every day. Lateness equals studio
time wasted, which in turn equals money down the drain.
Chadflopped down behind his drum kit and shoved his bangs out of his eyes. Dammit, Kier, this has
got to stop.
He knows,Chad! Jess looked up from tuning her bass long enough to glare atChad. We all fucking
know, okay?
Well excuse me if I like to start a recording session on time.Bitch.Chadpicked a loose thread off of his
glittery purple shirt and frowned fiercely at his painted nails.
Jess raised her brown eyes to the ceiling.Jesus tap-dancing Christ,Chad.Do you have to be so fucking
gay all the time?
Kier suppressed a laugh.Chadcould do things with the drums that you had to hear to believe, but his
flamboyance made him an irresistible target for his band-mates. He usually took their teasing in stride, but
his gray eyes were stormy now. Kier decided to put a stop to it before it got any worse.
Okay, Jess, stop picking on him. And you, Tom, Kier pointed at the willowy blond guitarist, usually
the worst of the lot when it came to teasingChad, justdont even start.
Tom widened his pale blue eyes. What? I didnt say anything.
You were about to,Chadsaid.
Was not!
Were too!
Shut up!
Both of you shut up! Kier shouted. He rubbed his eyes in the sullen silence. A nagging ache was
starting in his temples. Im sure Orion will be here any minute. We need to be ready to start, and that
means no fighting.
Orions not his real name,Chadpiped up after a moment.
No!Really? Jess rolled her eyes.

Chadignored her. He got it off a gay porn website.Sometwink in a video. Orions First Huge Cock or
something like that.
Too much information, dude, Tom muttered.
How do you know that, anyhow? Jess plucked idly at her bass. Orange and white striped hair hung in
her face.
Chadsmirked. I know lots of things. Weve known each other since grade school, remember?
The door opened before anyone could say anything else, and the man in question stumbled in. He
looked like hed been up all night. Which, Kier reflected, he probably had, if his recent pattern of
behavior was any indication. His sweat-stained shirt hung open, revealing nicely ripped abs, and his
button fly was half undone. The big, jade-green eyes that captivated boys and girls alike were bloodshot,
and his skin was even whiter than usual. His black hair stuck up in random directions, and the electric
blue highlights glinted in the glare of the studio lights.
Where the hell have you been?Chadexploded before Kier could even open his mouth. He looked
Orion up and down and shook his head.
Out, Orion answered. He shuffled over to the little refrigerator in the corner, pulled out a bottle of
water, and drank half of it in one breath.
Guy or girl?Jess asked, eyeing the perfect set of tooth marks on Orions bare chest. Orion was
bisexual and disgustingly peaceful about it.
Both. Orion flashed the grin that made otherwise sane people grovel at his feet.Twins.Young and
pretty.
Tom laughed. Youre a slut.

What can I say? Everybody wants me. Orion bounded over and kissed Tom firmly on the mouth.
You want me, dont you Tommy? Cmon, admit it.
Not even if you had a sex change, dude. Tom pushed Orions hand away from his buttons and
grinned. Youre not my type.
Helloooo!Chadwaved his drumsticks over his head. Am I the only one who wants to get any
recording done today? We have already lost an hour, thanks to Mr.Manwhore over there.
Dont get your panties in a wad,Queenie , Orion said. Were ready.
Chads face flushed a pink nearly as bright as his hair. I told you to quit calling me that.
I will, Orion answered.When you stop being such a fucking queen.
All right, thats enough! Kier shouted beforeChadcould do more than splutter. God, you guys are
worse than a bunch of fucking five-year-olds. Orion, were doing your final vocals forMidnightfirst, and
Chadis absolutely correct that weve already lost an hour thanks to you, so you better get it right.
Orions face turned serious.Sorry, Kier, really. Ill nail it first take.
Kier looked into Orions deceptively sweet face and felt his anger melting away. Orion was the only
person in the world who could do that to him with nothing but a look. Kier was thirty-five. Hed been
producing for eleven years and had a reputation for being a tough son of a bitch. Then along came this
boythis smirking, self-satisfied youngster barely out of his teenswho twisted Kier around his little
finger with his evil angel eyes and childlike smile and free-spirited ways. It was infuriating.
Okay. Well,good . Kier ran a hand through his unruly brown curls. All right, lets do this.
*****
The session went much better than Kier had expected. Orion did indeed nail theMidnightvocals on the
first take. Consequently,Midnightwas finished early enough that they had time to do scratch vocals and
basic instrument tracks for the next song on the list before their studio time was up for the day.
Great job, guys, Kier said as the band gathered jackets and keys. Youve got tomorrow off, butbe
back here same time Monday.
Ill be here,Chadsaid, giving Orion a pointed look. See you, Kier. He swayed out the door without a
backward glance.
Tom and Jess followed, already discussing what to do with their day off. Orion started to trail behind
them. Kier called to him before he could leave.
Orion, he said. I need to talk to you for a minute.
Orion glanced at Jess and Tom as they left the room, then sauntered over to Kier. Whats up?
Kier smiled at him. You did great today. But listen, youve gotta stop being late for recording, okay?
We cant count on this good a session every time, and were gonna fall behind schedule if you keep
doing this.
Orion hung his head and gazed up at Kier through thick black lashes. Im sorry, Kier, I really am. I
dont mean to waste studio time, its just ... well,Im having fun here. I cant believe how many people
want to get with me all of a sudden, since the last album hit so big. He gave an oddly shy smile. Its
kind of cool.
Im not telling you to stop having fun. Go out and enjoy yourself. Do what you want. But you show up
here on time and ready to record, or this albums gonna be a fucking disaster. I do not want that to
happen, Orion. I have a lot riding on you guys. I believe one hundred percent in your talent, but talents
not enough. You have to prove to me that you can be professional too, and that means being where
youre supposed to be, when youre supposed to be there, ready to work. Got that?
Orion nodded. Yeah, I got it. Ill do better, I swear.
Good. Kier slapped Orions back. Now go on and have a good time. Just be careful, huh? Just
because someone looks sweet and innocent doesnt mean they cant give you something you dont
want.
Dont think Ill go cruising tonight anyhow, Im not in the mood. Think Ill just go out for a few drinks
or something. Hey, youwanna come with? Im buying.
Kier shook his head. No thanks. I think Ill stay here and get some mixing done.
Dude, works not everything. Take some time off, huh? Let the engineers do some of it.
You know I like to do the mixing myself. Anyhow, Ill have time to get some work done and still go out
tonight, if I want.
Bet you wont. Bet youll still be here atmidnight.
Bet youre right.
They both laughed. Orion tilted his head to the side and gave Kier a curious look. What do you do for
fun, Kier? I only ever see you here, but you cant work all the time. You got a girl?Or maybe a boy?
Kier arched an eyebrow.No, not at the moment. I dont have time. He tried not to think of the
screaming fight hed had with Colin the day theyd broken up. It was nine months before, but he could
still hear Colins accusations like it was yesterday: that he was cold, uncaring, a workaholic. The hell of it
was,Colin was right. Kier had decided that day to stop trying to pretend he could sustain a relationship.
He couldnt do it without giving up the career he loved, and he wasnt willing to give that up for anything.
Kier?
Orions voice brought Kier abruptly out of his thoughts. Kier cleared his throat. Sorry, zoned out there
for a sec.
What were you thinking of?
Old boyfriend.We were together for four years. He left me because I work too much.
Orion stepped closer. Kier could smell the stale sweat on his skin. His groin twitched, and he couldnt
decide whether he wanted to push Orion away or pull him to the floor and have him.
Wouldnt have pegged you for queer, Orion said.
Kier laughed. Were not all likeChad.
Orion stared at him, and he stared back. He couldnt look away. His head started to whirl. When Orion
blinked and dropped his gaze to the floor, Kier felt oddly relieved. Hed been dangerously close to
indulging his long-suppressed desire to bend the boy over and fuck him until he screamed for mercy.
Um, okay. Im gonna go now. Orion glanced up at Kier, then turned away and left before Kier could
think of a single thing to say.
Kier stood there for a while, staring at the door. He knew that Orion had seen the lust in his eyesthe
look on the young mans face left no doubt about that. All he could do now was hope that it didnt affect
the album. He could handle it if Orion hated him, but he wouldnt tolerate personal feelings interfering
with work. He sighed wearily.
Kier, you fucking idiot, you know you cant ever let emsee you looking, he said out loud to the empty
studio. He turned on his heel, stomped into the booth, and slammed the door behind him.
*****
Time slipped by like it always did when Kier immersed himself in mixing. It was his favorite part of
making an album. He loved to take the raw sounds and twist and pull and swirl them into something
stunning. And that was ridiculously easy with this band.
Orion liked to play up hisSlutty Party Boy imageGod only knew whybut he had the soul of a poet.
The songs he wrote had a fierce, untamed beauty that shone through like a supernova. To man like Kier,
who had a natural talent for bringing out the best in any song, finding the right mix for one of Orions
creations was a simple matter of letting the music guide him.
He jumped about a foot when the studio door banged open. Orion staggered inside. Kier! he shouted.
I know youre still here. Where thefuck are you?
Kier glanced up at the clock.11:30an early evening for Orion. He leaned forward and thumbed the
studio speakers on.
In the booth, he said into the mike, trying not to laugh when Orion yelped and nearly tripped over his
own feet trying to turn in every direction at once.Cmon in. Im just working onMidnightnow.
Orion nodded, grinned, and gave Kier a thumbs-up. Kier shook his head as Orion weaved his way over
to the door into the booth.
Heeey, man!Orion slurred. I figured youd still be here, so I thought Id come over and keep you
company. He flopped down onto the leather sofa and slung a denim-clad leg over the back.
Thoughtful, Kier said. Youre drunk.
Only a lot.That bar around the corner mixes emstrong. More Jack than Coke, you know?
Kier swiveled his chair to face the young man lying on the couch. Orion grinned back at him. The singer
wore a long-sleeved blue shirt made of some sheer material that clung to him like cellophane. Kier could
see his flat pink nipples and dark treasure trail clear as day. The ears of the Bugs Bunny tattoo on his left
hip peeked above his low-slung jeans.
So whats wrong, Orion? Kier said after a long moment. Whyreyou really here?
Orion widened his eyes. I told you: I wanted tocome keep you company! Its Saturday night, for fucks
sakeno one ought to be alone.
Im fine alone. You, however, have usually lured some poor unsuspecting soul into your bed by now.
So, what gives?
Orion gave a wry laugh and sat up. Yeah, okay. So I met this chick, right?Goth girl, the kind that looks
like she might bite.Hotter than fuck. We went to her place.
Orion fell silent. Kier leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. What happened?
Nothing.Turns out shes a lot more vanilla than she looks.
You wanted it kinky and she didnt?
You could say that. I asked her to tie me up and spank me. She called me aperv and told me to get the
hell out. He shook his head.Some groupie.
Kier laughed, trying to ignore the way his crotch ached at the thought of Orion bound and naked, his ass
striped with red. Youve got a long way to go before youre famous enough to find groupies when
youre not on tour, kiddo. That girl took you home because youre brutally hot, not because she had any
idea who the fuck you are.
Orion smiled in a way that threatened to scrambleKiers brains. You think Im hot?
Kier shook his head. Dont even go there. You know exactly how gorgeous you are. You use it all the
fucking time.
Orions smile faded. He looked young and fragile, and Kier felt like a heel for putting that look on his
face. He reached out and took Orions hand.
Look, of course I think youre hot, he said. Everybody does, and you damn well know it.
I dont try to get by on my looks. Ive worked really hard to get this band off the ground.Me andChad
have dreamed about this since fifth grade. Its all weve fucking wanted for most of our lives.
I know. I didnt mean...
Yeah, you did. Orion gave him a little half smile. Guess I cant blame you. Everybody thinks that.
Orion, look.It doesnt matter what people think. I know how hard youve worked for your success. I
know it didnt just fall into your lap. But youre gonna throw it all away if youre not careful. I mean
youre out every night, getting drunk or high, picking up boys or girls or sometimes both, then showing up
late and hung over for interviews and performances and recording sessions. Yeah,its rock and roll, you
can get away with it for a while, but eventually itll wear you down. Then, one day, youll wake up and
realize you cant write anymore, that you dont have it in you to perform any more, and thatll be the end.
Ive seen it happen more times than I can count. I dont want to see it happen to you.
I know, Kier. I know. But I cant seem to stop. I dont know why, I just ... cant stop. Orion looked
up at Kier with pure misery in his eyes.
Kier got up and sat on the sofa next to Orion. He wrapped an arm around the young man and pulled him
close. Orion leaned his head onKiers shoulder.
Youll be okay, Kier said. You just need to get all the partying and sleeping around out of your
system, thats all. The trick is to not let it destroy you in the meantime.
I dontwanna do it anymore. Im tired, Kier. I want to stop. But I cant. He pressed closer. Will you
help me?
Of course Ill help you. Im here for you whenever you need me.
I need you now. Orion turned his head and nuzzledKiers neck.
Kier licked his suddenly dry lips. Orion, what are you doing?
I need you, Kier. Orion kissedKiers throat. I need you. He slid a hand intoKiers hair, licked his
ear. I fucking need you right now.
Orion ... God... Kier swallowed. This is ... this is just more of the same. Sleeping with me isnt going
to help you.
Orion ran his tongue alongKiers jaw, pulling a soft groan from his mouth. Youre the only one who can
give me what I need.
Kier let out a breathless laugh. Youve gotta be kidding me. You fuck somebody different every night.
You sure as hell dont need to fuck me.
Thats not what I meant. Orion pulled back. His eyes burned with an intensity Kier had never seen in
them before.
What, then? You know Ill help you any way I can. Kier stroked Orions cheek. Part of him was
disappointed, but he clamped down hard on that part, and let his considerable relief wash over him.
It was short-lived. Orion slithered up ontoKiers lap, straddling him. He wrapped both arms around
Kiers neck and stared down into his eyes.
I need you to be firm with me, Kier. I need you to take me in hand and make me be good. Make me
do what I cant make myself do. He leaned down and brushed his lips againstKiers . Please.
Kier started to say something. Then Orions mouth was on his, wet and open, and he couldnt think. He
responded with a hunger he didnt think he had in him anymore, crushing Orions slender body against his
and kissing him deeply. He tasted whiskey on the slick tongue probing his mouth.
Several heated minutes passed before Kier could force himself to break the kiss. He pulled away with a
tremendous effort and looked up into Orions eyes.
Stop, he gasped. Orion, no, we cant do this.
Orion spread his legs wider and pushed his groin againstKiers belly. His arousal was unmistakable. I
know you want me. Dont pretend you dont.
I do. Thats not the point.
What other point do you need? Orion dipped his head and pulled onKiers bottom lip with his teeth.
You need a good fuck, and I need discipline. Its mutually beneficial.
Kier grabbed Orions face firmly in both hands. Orion went still.
I know everyone thinks Im a cold-hearted bastard, Kier said. And I am, usually. But you do
something to me, Orion. I cant stay mad at you, and I dont think I could ever raise a hand to you. If
you think you need discipline, youre gonna have to find it inside yourself, because I cant give it to you.
Kier was startled to see Orions eyes well with tears. You have to. No one else will. No one else ever
has.
Hey, its okay. Kier brushed the tears from Orions cheeks. You can do this, Ill help you, we can...
No! Orion shouted. He pushed away and stumbled to his feet. Dont you fucking get it? I have
always gotten my way, Kier. Ive always gotten whatever I want. And Im fucking sick of it! Im a weak
person, Kier. I like drinking, I like taking drugs,I like to fuck. Maybe that was okay before. But now its
too much. Im sick of it all, Im worn out. I can feel the music leaving me. And I cant stop it. I want to
stop it, but I cant.
He broke off, eyes darting frantically around the little room. Kier stared at him, stunned.
I cant do this by myself, Orion continued in a small, broken voice. Please help me. Please. He
leaned back against the control panel and buried his face in both hands.
Kier stood and pulled Orion into his arms. He kissed the singers forehead and stroked his back. Ill
help you, Orion. You know that.
Discipline me, then. Thats the only thing thatll work now.
I cant do that, not the way you mean. Kier lifted Orions chin. Ill do anything else, but I cant do
that.
Orion stared silently at him for a moment, his face raw and wounded. Then suddenly his eyes hardened
and he pushed Kier roughly away.
You cant, huh?Fine. You cant hurt me? You cant, what was it, raise a hand to me, huh? He
whirled around and started pushing levers and turning dials on the audio interface board.What about
now, huh?
Kier pulled his hands away. Stop that. You want to fuck up your album?
Orion nodded. Yeah, I do. What do you think of that? He jerked loose ofKiers grip and flipped a
couple more switched before Kier could pull him away.
Stop it, Orion. I mean it. Kier kept his voice deliberately calm
Orion sneered at him.Or what? Youre not gonna do anything to me. I can do whatever the fuck I
want! He lunged for the board again. Kier blocked him.
Come on, just calm down, Kier said. This isnt helping anyone, least of all you.
Actually, Kier, I feel a zillion times better already. Orion skittered out ofKiers reach and strode out
the door into the studio.
Kier ignored him and bent to inspect the board and computer screen. It didnt look like Orion had
actually done any damage, thankfully. Evidently hed started the digital audio tape rolling, though. Kier
reached to turn it off. A crash from the studio distracted him. He looked up through the window,
groaned, and ran for the door.
Orion,goddammit , what the fuck do you think youre doing? He grabbed Orions arm and jerked him
away fromChads drum set. Hed detached two of the cymbals and sent them flying across the room,
along withChads drumsticks and a pair of maracas. If youre mad at me, take it out on me, not the
instruments.
Oh yeah?Fine, I will.
Kier let go of Orions arm and braced himself for a rock star temper tantrum. What he got was a
surprisingly hard punch to the jaw. He staggered backward with his ears ringing from the force of the
blow. When his vision cleared, his eyes locked on Orions fuck-you expression, and that was it.
Kier rushed at the younger man, grabbed his wrist, and twisted his arm behind his back. Orions cry of
pain only inflamed his anger. He dragged the singer to the other side of the room and shoved him face
down across the piano bench, holding both slender wrists behind his back with one hand. He wormed
the other hand under Orions body, unbuckled his black leather belt, and yanked it off. He curled his
fingers around the waistband of Orions jeans and tugged them down. No underwear. The sight of
Orions bare ass trapped between the see-through shirt and faded jeans madeKiers cock stir and swell.
You want discipline, boy? he growled. Well, you fucking got it.
He lifted his arm and brought the belt down hard on the smooth flesh, keeping a firm grip on Orions
wrists with his other hand. Orion yelped and squirmed. The belt whistled through the air and connected
again.Then again, and again. The solid, fleshy smack of leather on skin felt immensely satisfying.
Kier didnt stop until sweat started to drip into his eyes. He dropped the belt to the floor and wiped his
forehead. His hand had started to cramp, and his breath was coming in ragged gasps. Fuck, he thought, I
sure am out of shape. Then he looked down and forgot all about everything else.
Angry red welts crisscrossed Orions buttocks. Some of them oozed blood. Kier let go of the singers
wrists and stepped back, horrified by what hed done. Orionlay still and silent, with his face turned the
other way. Kier knelt beside him and gingerly touched his shoulder.
Orion?Jesus, Im so fucking sorry, I didnt ... I didnt mean for that to happen. He stroked Orions
sweaty hair. Hey, are you okay?Orion?
I knew you could do it, Orion said, his voice muffled. I knew you had it in you.
Kier frowned. What?
Orion turned to face Kier. His green eyes were dark and heavy, his lips parted, pale cheeks flushed. If
Kier hadntknow better, he wouldve sworn...
Oh Christ, Kier groaned, pleasetell me that didnt turn you on.

Orion gave him a lazy, lustful grin. Sorry.
Jesus. Kier sat back on his heels and ran a shaking hand through his hair. He could barely look Orion
in the eye. It seemed so wrong to see his eyes lit with excitement when his pants pooled at his feet and his
skin was torn and bruised.
Orion rolled onto his side, propped up on one elbow.Kiers eyes widened when he saw exactly how
excited Orion was.
You want to fuck me, dont you? Orion said. He ran his long fingers languidly up and down his rigid
cock.
Kiersmouth went dry. Orion...
Do it, Kier. He rolled onto his stomach again and slid down until his legs hung off the edge of the
bench, offering his delectable ass forKiers pleasure. He pressed his cheek to the polished wood. Fuck
me.
Kier meant to tell him No, tell him to go home and clean his wounds and get a good nights sleep, and
everything would look different in the morning. He surprised himself quite a lot by crawling over to Orion
instead and licking one bloody whip mark.
Orion moaned and lifted his hips againstKiers face. Kier, please...
His breathless plea made Kier burn all over. He spread Orions buttocks apart and buried his face
between them. Orion let out a sharp cry whenKiers tongue flickered over his opening.
God, Kier!Do it, fucking do it! the singer begged.
Kier probed with fingers and tongue until Orion was whimpering and shaking from head to foot, then
abruptly pulled away again. He stood up and stared at the boy sprawled across the piano bench with his
jeans around his ankles and his bare butt glistening with blood and saliva.A perfect picture of degraded
beauty. Kier reached down and smacked his bruised backside hard. Orion hissed in pain, but his whole
body begged Kier to do it again.
Get up, Kier ordered.
Orion pushed to his feet, turned around, and stood staring at Kier and breathing far too fast. His eyes
were bright with anticipation. Kier gripped Orions slim waist and lifted him up to sit on the back of the
baby grand. Orion grimaced when his raw skin touched the hard surface. He toed off his sneakers and
the crumpled jeans, and spread his legs wide.
Please, Kier, he said in a hoarse whisper. Please fuck me. I need your cock in me.
Kier moved up between Orions open thighs. He leaned forward and kissed the young mans warm, wet
lips. Not yet.
Cmon, you fucking tease!
Kier smiled. Now that hed made up his mind to take what Orion offered him, he was thoroughly
enjoying himself and wanted to make it last. But I like teasing you. He bit Orions chin. Now shut up
and behave so I can have my way with you, pretty boy.
Orion chuckled.Yessir, daddy.
Shit, dont call me that, Kier said, wrinkling his nose.
Orion gave him an evil grin. Daaaaaaddy, he lilted. Please touch my cock, daddy. Itssoooooo
haaaaard !
Kier laughed in spite of himself. Youre so fucking bad. He brushed his fingertips over Orions cock.
Orions eyes fluttered closed.
Yeah, Im rotten, Orion breathed. You gonna punish me, daddy?
Not if you keep calling me that. Kier rubbed the velvet skin behind Orions balls with his thumb,
smiling at the way the singers body trembled at the touch.
Orion licked his lips. Oh, I get it. I do what you say and you spank me like the bad little boy I am,
right?
Somethinglike that. Kier scooped a sparkling drop of pre-cum from the tip of Orions dick. Orion
sucked it off his finger. Thats what you want, isnt it?
You know it, daddy.
Seriously, dont call meth ...
Orions tongue in his mouth stoppedKiers words and his brain at the same time. He returned the kiss
with a passion equal to Orions. The feel of the warm, eager body pressed against his was overwhelming.
He had only been with a couple of guys since he and Colin broke up, and the last one was almost three
months ago, a quick drunken fuck in the mens room at a run-down bar. It had taken the edge off, but
couldnt begin to relieve the pressure from months of pent-up need. Then just when hed resigned himself
to getting reacquainted with glory holes, this amazing creature came to him like a wish made flesh and
offered him exactly what hed needed for so long. He couldnt quite believe it was happening.
Kier pushed Orion onto his back and smiled down at him. You look good like this. He started
unbuttoning Orions shirt. Orion arched his back, his nipples hardening whenKiers fingers brushed over
them.
Like what? Orion grabbedKiers T-shirt and pulled him into another kiss.
Flat on your back and naked with your legs spread. Kier stuck his tongue in Orions ear.Hot, hot,
hot.
Im not naked, Orion pointed out. My shirts still on.
Working on that, smart-ass.Kier flipped the last button open and helped Orion wriggle out of the shirt.
There, now youre naked.
Orion stared up at him with such intense hunger that it was a little scary. I want you so fucking bad, he
whispered. Do you want me, Kier? Do you really?
Kier laid a hand on his cheek. Let me show you just how much I want you.
He did his best to kiss every inch of smooth, downy skin between Orions mouth and groin. Around the
belly button he lost patience and bent to lick the length of Orions shaft. The smell of cock and sweaty
man made his head spin. He shoved Orions thighs up and apart and dove in, greedily sucking his balls
and dick and fingering his tight little hole. Orion moaned and writhed.
Jesus, Kier, he gasped.Gonna come, oh fuck!
Kier rolled his eyes up to meet Orions. He wrapped his lips around the head of Orions cock and
sucked hard, pumping his shaft with one hand and his ass with the other. Orion arched his back and
screamed as he floodedKiers mouth with hot semen.
Kier only spilled a little when he straightened up and Orions dick slipped out of his mouth. He undid his
pants with the hand that wasnt still half-buried in Orions ass and pulled his cock out. He was achingly
hard. Orion turned over without a word, slithering down to stand on the floor with his chest on the piano.
You gonna fuck me now, or what? Orion gazed over his shoulder with heavy-lidded eyes.
Kier couldnt have said anything at that point even if his mouth hadnt been full. He bent and let cum and
saliva run from his lips in a slippery stream to coat Orions opening. Then he stood and slammed into
Orion in one quick movement.
Oh fuck, oh fuck, yeah! Orion cried as Kier pounded into him. Fuck me, daddy, fuck my ass good!
Kier didnt even care what Orion called him anymore. He was utterly lost in the sheer bliss of having his
cock immersed at last in Orions snug heat. He held the taut cheeks apart and watched himself fucking
that sweet ass, stretching it tight. Orions semen glistened on his torn skin and oozed aroundKiers cock
with every stroke.
Jesus, Orion, Kier said, his voice tight with rising excitement. Your ass is so wide open for me.
Orion pushed up on his hands and flung his head back, spraying Kier with sweat.Yeah, daddy. My ass
is yours. He pressed back against Kier, forcing his cock even deeper. Fuck, yeah, yeah! Im hard
again, make me come!
Im fucking make you come, you little whore, Kier growled. He smacked Orions butt hard with his
open palm.
Orion shuddered. Oh yeah, do it again. Spank me, dad.
Kier happily obliged, and wondered how hed ever thought he couldnt do this. Orion sobbed and
begged for him to never stop. And Kier didnt, not until his palm stung and his cock felt ready to burst.
God, God, Im coming! Kier barely had the words out before his cum filled Orions ass. He pulled out
and fell to his knees.
Kier, fuck, Im almost there, please... Orion whispered. His fist was wrapped around his cock,
pumping hard.
Kier raised his face and took a deep breath. He could smell his own spunk mixed with the sharp scent
Orions arousal. He ran his tongue up the cleft between Orions buttocks, licking up the semen that
wasnt already running down the singers thighs. His tongue slipped easily through the still-loose ring of
muscle, and that apparently was all it took. Orions body went rigid and he came in a rush of sticky white
all over the side of the piano.
Orions knees buckled and he collapsed intoKiers waiting arms. Kier sat back on the floor, holding
Orion against his chest. He could feel the rapid gallop of Orions heart against his palm.
Holy shit, Orion said after a few minutes of recovery. That.Was. Incredible. He leaned his sweat
soaked head againstKiers shoulder. My ass is gonna be so sore tomorrow.
Kier laughed. You asked for it.
I know.
Happy?
Yeah.Orion wriggled around until he was facing Kier, long legs stretched out on either side ofKiers
hips. You know, Im no good at minding.
No shit. Kier pulled Orion closer and kissed his nose.
Orion nodded.Yeah. I bet Ill need a good spanking every day to keep me in line.
Kier grinned at him. I tell you what. You behave yourself this coming week, show up on time every
day, lay off the drugs at least, and Ill give it to you just how you want it. Slack off, and I wont lay a
fucking finger on you.
Orion touched the tip of his tongue to his upper lip. His green eyes glinted. Mmm, daddy, he purred,
youresooooo mean. He bit his lip.
For fucks sake, Kier groaned, why do you keep calling me that?
To piss you off.Orion leaned forward and brushed his mouth againstKiers . Youre so fucking hot
when youre mad.
Oh really?
Yep.
Okay, fine. But youre not gonna make me mad enough to whip you again.
Orion gave him a grin that wouldve gotten him locked in a soft room if hed given it to anyone else.
Wannabet?
Orion... Kier tried, with limited success, to set his face in a stern frown.
Daddy, daddy, daddy!Orion cackled madly and ground his crotch intoKiers .
Youre asking for it, kiddo.
Hell, yeah, I am. Give it to me, daddy.
Kier burst out laughing, and gave Orion what he wanted.Again.
*****
Kier woke with a start in the small hours Sunday morning. His arm was asleep and he had a crick in his
neck from sharing a small sofa with another fairly tall man. He smiled and pulled Orions naked body
closer, thinking of the things theyd done together not so long ago. He could still hear Orions cries in his
head, his harsh panting breaths as theyfucked, the slap of flesh against flesh.
For a while he lay there, stroking Orions bare hip and trying to will himself back to sleep. When it
became clear that it wasnt going to happen, he untangled himself and stood up. Orion mumbled
something in his sleep, turned over, and curled into a little ball with his face buried in the back of the sofa.
His butt was red and raw, covered with bruises and lash marks where the belt had cut him. Kier shook
his headhe still had trouble believing hed done that, and that it turned Orion on the way it did.
Kier covered Orion with a blanket and kissed his cheek. Sweet dreams, beautiful. Orion didnt
answer, but just drooled on the cushions. Kier smiled.
Hestretched, popping joints, then shuffled over to the board and plopped down in the chair. He didnt
bother to put his clothes back onthe studio was closed on Sunday, and no one would be here except
Orion and himself. He put the headphones on and reached to start theMidnightfile where hed left off
when Orion came in. Then he stopped, frowning.
A light on the board shone dull red. The light that meant the mike in the studio was hot. And the DAT
hed forgotten to turn off when Orion was trashing the studio had gone all the way to the end. The color
drained fromKiers face as it dawned on him what must have happened. He rewound to where he
thought it had been before,then started it playing, half afraid to hear.
Orion coming sounded almost as sexy on tape as it did in real life. Kier smiled to himself as he started
mixing.
*****
Hellooooo!Anybody here?
Chads voice rang through the studio, jolting Kier awake. He yawned and craned his neck to look at the
clock.
Fucking hell, he grumbled under his breath.
Orion stirred in his arms.Hmmm? Did I just hearQueenie ?
Yep, Kier answered. He shimmied out from behind Orion and grabbed his jeans. Its alreadyone
oclock. And stop calling him that.
Kier!Chads voice floated from the studio again. Kier looked up through the window.Chadsmiled and
waved at him. He waved back. BehindChad, Jess and Tom wandered in, deep in conversation.
Coming!Kier called. He yanked the blanket away from Orion. Up.Time to work.
Orion growled and curled up tighter. Kier nudged him with one knee.Cmon, Orion. Unless you want
Chadto walk in here and draw his own, probably correct, conclusions, you better get your ass up and get
dressed.
Fuck him. Orion grabbed atKiers leg, nearly tripping him. Come back here with me.
Nope.Its Monday,Chadand Jess and Tom are all here, its time to work. Remember what I told you?
Kier started pulling his clothes on.
Orion glared at him. Thats cold, man.Fucking cold. You, he said, poking Kier in the thigh for
emphasis, are a cold, cruel man.
And dont you forget it. Kier smacked Orions black and blue butt, eliciting a yelp from the younger
man. Now get dressed. Im not gonna tell you again.
Orion laughed.Yessir, daddy.

Stop that.
If Im good, will you spank me again?
Maybe.
And will you put your big, hard cock up my ass? Please, daddy? Orions eyes were blandly innocent,
but his grin couldve made Satan himself sob for his mother.
Kier laughed.Band meeting in the studio in five. Be there. He bent down and kissed Orions soft
mouth.Brat.
Orion slipped both arms aroundKiers neck. We just spent a whole day doing not much more than
fucking, and I already want to do it again. Why cant I get enough of you?
Dont know. But I feel the same way. I could fuck you until my dick falls off and still not want to stop.
They kissed again. Raucous laughter from the studio brought them both back to earth.
Cmon, Kier said. Well go over the schedule for the day, then Iwanna play you guys the mix I did
forMidnight.
Orion raised his eyebrows. When did you do that?
Yesterday morning, while you were asleep.He kissed Orion again and pulled away, ignoring Orions
compelling pout. No more stalling now. Little boys who dont do what theyre told dont get their asses
fucked.
Orion laughed, stretched, and reached for his clothes. Kier shrugged his shirt on and slipped through the
door into the studio, pulling it closed behind him.
Whoa, dude, Tom said. Whatd you do, sleep here or something?
Stayed here, yeah, Kier said. He was painfully aware of how he looked: hair in knots, unshaven, still
wearing the same clothes hed had on two days ago. He put on his poker face.Didnt sleep much,
though.Been working.
Jess raised her eyebrows, but didnt say anything.Chadcrossed his arms and glared.
Well,wonder who were missing? he said.One guess.
Chad... Kier began.
Hes not here, Kier.Again.
Whos not here?
Chadwhirled around at the sound of Orions voice. His jaw fell open when he saw the singer lounging
against the booth door, barefoot and shirtless, a smug grin on his face.
Orion!Chadexclaimed after a few seconds of silent gaping. You ... youre here already?
Well, yeah. Itsone oclock, right? Thats what time were supposed to start today, right?
But, but ... but youre ... I mean ... What?Chadlapsed into a desperate silence. Kier stifled a laugh.
God,Chad, whats your problem? Jesus. Orion shook his head sadly.
We had a little talk the other day, Kier explained asChadstood there sputtering. I dont think well
have that little lateness problem anymore. Isnt that right, Orion?
Thats right, d ... Kier. Orion widened his eyes and smiled, looking as innocent as it is possible to look
while half naked, bruised, and obviously well fucked.
All right, kids, Kier said. Lets get started. We need to do some final tracks for Drown Me today. I
figured we could start with guitar, since that ones gonna be the bitch here,then go from there. That work
for you guys?
Thats cool, Tom said. Everyone else nodded.
Great, Kier said. But first, I want you guys to hear something. I gotMidnightmixedyesterday, Id like
to know what you think.
Dude, that was fast! Tom said.
Kier smiled. It was easy. It practically mixed itself. He headed toward the booth, motioning the others
to follow him. I added some extra stuff that I think works really well.
Extra stuff?Chadsaid as he sat down on the sofa. What kind of extra stuff?
Just some found sounds. Kier unplugged the headphones and turned on the booth speakers. Okay,
here we go.
Kier watched Orions face as the music poured out. The singers eyes widened when he heard his own
moans, heavily altered but still recognizable, woven through the sinuous rhythm of the music. He shot a
sharp glance at Kier. Kier winked at him.
Thats, um, interesting,Chadsaid. He gave Orion a narrow look. Orion gazed blankly back.
Whatd you do, download audio off a porno website or something? Tom asked.
Somethinglike that, Kier answered.
Which one?Chadshot another suspicious look at Orion, who was barely holding back an attack of the
giggles.
Why, you need something new to jerk off to? Jess said, laughing.Chadstuck his tongue out at her.
An evil thought struck Kier. Actually, he said, I got that from something called Orions Belt.
Chadnodded thoughtfully. Hm. Didntknow there was a series.
Oh, yeah, Kier said as Orion choked back laughter. Theres already several episodes in the Fucking
Orion series, and theres probably gonna be more.
It sounds great with the song, Orion said, his face the picture of sincerity. Think you could get some
more of that? His eyes gleamed, daring.
Kier grinned. You can count on it.

MakeA Wish
"MakeA Wish" first appeared in the eroticezine Ruthie's Club in June 2005.
*****
A foot of snow fell betweenmidnightand sunrise Saturday morning. By sunset another two feet had fallen
and Jake and I were officially snowed in. We stood at the big picture window sipping Irish coffee and
watching the drifting flakes shroud the world in white.
Thisll give us a couple more days, Jake said.
Good.
I wish we had longer.
Me too.
We were supposed to be skiing. Jakes a top-notch skier. Me, I trip over my own feet even without
skis. But that didnt matter. This weekend wasnt about skiing anyway; thats just what we told people,
to keep the questions at bay. The boys weekends away we took now and then were all about us.
Jake set his coffee down on the table, took mine and set it beside his. I went to him and we kissed,
those soft slow kisses that always make me burn.
Want to make love to you, Alan, he said.
I want you to.
On the rug in front of the fire.
Just like a cheap romance novel.
Only this isnt a cheap thing.
I know.
He took my hands and pulled me toward the massive stone fireplace. His dark amber eyes crinkled at
the corners when he smiled. Hes always smiling; I love that about him.
We undressed each other and stretched out on the thick rug in front of the fireplace. Its deep hunter
green made Jakes pale skin glow. I combed my fingers through his white-blond curls.
Love you, Jake.
Love you too.Always.
We made love in the flickering orange light while the rising wind howled outside. The heat of the fire
pressed like a weight, slicking our skins with sweat. We left winter behind and moved in a summer
rhythm, the rhythm of porch swings on August afternoons. He filled me like the ocean, like the forest, like
every joy Id ever known. When he came inside me, Independence Day burst in my heart, fireworks and
laughter and warm July breezes. Then his velvet mouth on my cock brought me to sweet blazing bliss,
and I cried.
We lay silent for a long time afterward. I rested my head on his chest and he stroked my hair. His
heartbeat comforted me. While we lay in each others arms in the warm golden afterglow, I could forget
that in a few days hed be back inSanta Feand Id be back inAtlantaand wed only share phone calls and
web chats until the next time we met. Moments like this helped us both survive the long months apart.
Ill be inAshevillein March, he said.
Onlya three hour drive north of my home.For how long?
Five days. Theres a conference. Id be busy during the day, but wed have the nights.
Ill come. I didnt tell him what another mysterious out of town trip could cost me.The frowns, the dirty
looks, the how-could-you-be-so-selfish speeches. They wore on me like the millennia wear down the
mountains. But I would gladly endure it all for those nights in his arms. He is my sun, and I would cross
continents and slay dragons to spend a single moment in his light.
Good. He lifted my chin and kissed me. He tasted like Irish coffee and semen. Hows Karen?
Okay. She had pneumonia again last month, but they got it cleared up. What aboutBrandon?
Hesmiled, that special smile he reserves for his child. Hes good. Hes in sixth grade now, you know. I
think hes gonna make it just fine.
I held his face in my hands and watched him shine for his little boy. Im glad, Jake. I really am.
Wed met three years before, in the cafeteria at anAtlantarehab hospital. His son, my wife, both
paralyzed, lives turned inside out in an instant. Wed bonded over wheelchairs and catheters and long
days of watching the people we loved suffer.
We didnt realize wed fallen in love until the night before they left forSanta Fe, where his wifes family
lived. I took him out for a drink to say good-bye, and something changed. We just knew. We went to
my apartment and made love for the first time.
We made our plans, and the next three years became a cycle of agonizing months apart and a few pure
perfect days together whenever we could manage it. Neither of us had ever felt that way for another man
before. But what we have goes far beyond sex; its a soul connection, an unbreakable bond not between
two men, but between two human beings. We cant leave the people who depend on us, but neither can
we live without each other. So we lie, and steal our time together when we can.
Alan?
Hm?
Are we wrong to do this? Are we selfish?
I dont know. But I cant do anything else. I need you, Jake.
He caressed my cheek, and his smile was sad. We need each other.
His gentle hands sang over my skin, his lips started a simmering fire in me. We made love again, and his
tears mingled with mine.
Afterward we dressed and went outside. The snow had stopped falling, and the world sparkled silver in
the moonlight.
Look, Alan, he said.A shooting star. He pointed at the bright streak blazing its brief life across the
diamond-sprinkled sky.
I leaned my head on his shoulder and he put his arm around me.
Make a wish, I said. Make a wish.
Licked
"Licked" first appeared in the eroticezine Ruthie's Club in May 2005. WARNING! TWINCEST!
*****
Oh.
Oh yeah.
So fuckinggood .
Does me in, every time.That tongue of his.Slick and slithery and pure fucking magic.
On my back, knees up and spread wide, moaning like a goddamn whore and pulling my cock while
Jareds tongue works my ass.Fucking magic, man.
First time he did this to me, I was awkward as a virgin on prom night. Shot in about five seconds. He
laughed.
Matter of fact, it was prom night. We were double dating.TheHanrahan twins, Shannon and Siobhan;
blond, blue-eyed, fucking huge tits. Dont remember how we ended up doing each other instead of them.
One minute we each had an armful of hot female, next minute we were naked on my bed and he was
licking my asshole. Life sure is weird.
Shit, Jared, shit! I yell it out, shooting cum all over my stomach. He sits up, grinning, slicks my spunk
over my hole and shoves in.
Love fucking you, Jason, he growls. His fingers bruise my thighs. I fucking love it.
Boys, are you okay? I thought I heard ... oh...
Grandma.Fuck. Mom and Dad are out of town. I forgot Grandma was here. Jareds eyes go huge, but
its too late. His head snaps back as he shoots inside me. Over his shoulder, Grandma turns grey and
drops to the floor.
We dont tell the ER doc what made Grandma pass out. Hopefully she wont either. Maybe she wont
remember.
Okay, doc says. I got your phone number. You called your parents?
We nod together.
Doc smiles.You two look just alike. Identical?
We nod again, in sync as usual. Jared grins. Im older. Twenty minutes.
Sometimes, I want to slug him. But when I feel that tongue...

Man.
I love my brother.
Happiness IsA Warm Boy
"Happiness IsA Warm Boy" first appeared in theoringinal slashezine Forbidden Fruit in the summer
2005 issue.
*****
On a Saturday afternoon in late April, the campus of theUniversityofNorth CarolinaatAshevillewas as

bright and lively as a Disney cartoon. Green and golden and fragrant, the soft warm air filled with the
sounds of birdsong and laughter and the chatter of a swift little stream. Cool green grass below, deep
blue sky above.
Cameron found it extremely distracting.
Okay, Cam, concentrate, he muttered to himself, tearing his eyes away from the scenery and trying to
focus on the paper hed been attempting to grade for the last twenty minutes. Nothing, he thought, kills a
good poem like a freshman essay. He sighed and rubbed his eyes. Maybe he shouldve stayed in his
office to work instead of coming outside.
Whoa, look out!

Cameron looked up, startled, just in time to get hit in the chest by an orange and green skateboard. The
pile of papers in his lap scattered as he fell over backwards.
Shit, Im sorry! said a voice next to him.Lost control when I hit that bump in the sidewalk. You okay,
man?
Cameron pushed up on one elbow and rubbed his chest. An arm slid around his waist, helping him sit
up. Im fine, he said, somewhat breathlessly.
He turned and found himself staring directly into a pair of large, clear eyes the exact color of the new
leaves sighing overhead. The eyes peered at him from under a thatch of pale blond hair that cascaded
over half of the boys face, just brushing the corner of his Cupids bow mouth. His hair wasrazored short
in the back, baring a long line of golden neck. Cameron stared, forgetting all about his bruised chest.
You sure youre okay? The boy frowned. You dont look so good.
Cameron shook himself. Yes, Im fine, really. Just got the breath knocked out of me, thats all.
The young man grinned sheepishly.Yeah. Sorry, dude. Im Brian, by the way. Brian Rivers. Im a
sophomore.You? Brian started to gather the scattered papers.
Cameron Jordan. Cameron scrambled to his feet and snatched up an essay that the breeze had
decided to play with. I teach freshman Lit.
Brians eyes widened as he stood up, his hands full of papers. Whoa, youre Professor Jordan? He
grinned. Ive heard of you.
Cameron groaned inwardly. Hed never made a secret of his sexual orientation, but he did get tired of
being That Gay Professor. He really needed to encourage the school to hire more gays.
Call meCam, everyone does. Cameron started toward the humanities building that housed his small
office, motioning Brian to follow. Brian hoisted his skateboard under his arm and trailed after Cameron.
Yes, Im gay, Cameron said before Brian could utter another word. No, I do not have AIDS. And
no, I did not change my name and run away fromCaliforniato escape the vengeful parents of my teenage
lover who died in my arms after being shot by an escaped convict who broke into the hotel room where
we were conducting our secret trysts. None of that happened.Ever. He arched an eyebrow at Brian.
Any other questions?
Dude, chill!Brian said, laughing. I wasnt gonna say that. Everybody knows youre gay, not that it
matters. Ive heard that other stuff, but I didnt believe it.
Cameron ran a hand through his short dark hair. Sorry. It gets pretty old hearing all those stupid
rumors. I get defensive sometimes. He unlocked the door of the rambling building and pushed it open.
Yeah, I know what you mean, Brian said.
Cameron glanced sidelong at the boy walking by his side through the deserted hallway. Brians slender
body moved with a fluid grace in his well-worn jeans. His feet were bare and his shirt hung open,
revealing a smooth, hairless chest and flat belly. He exuded a languid sensuality that made Camerons
bones ache. He knew hed never forgive himself if he didnt ask.
What, are you... uh...He trailed off as his nerve failed him.
Brian grinned. I swing both ways.Even worse for rumors. People think its, like, a rule or something that
if youre bi you must be a slut.
Ah. Cameron unlocked his office door and they went inside. People do like to cling to their cherished
illusions. You can just set the papers down on the desk. He turned and smiled at Brian. So, Brian,
whatre you studying?
Im in the Multi-Media Arts program.Animation. Brian set his stack down on a miraculously clear
piece of battered wooden desk. He picked up the top one and skimmed it thoughtfully. I think that this
poem is about praising Satan, because in it Blake says that the church is bad. He wrinkled his nose and
put the paper down again. What the fuck?
Typical example of someone projecting their own beliefs onto the poet.Cameron shook his head as he
put his own pile of essays on top of Brians. I had the class write essays on William Blakes poem The
Garden of Love, saying what they thought the meaning and theme of the poem are. He flashed a wry
grin. Seemed like a good idea at the time.
Brian regarded Cameron with bright, curious eyes as they left the office and Cameron locked the door.
Hows the poem go?
Cameron glanced at Brian, surprised. You really want to hear it?
Yeah.Brian took Camerons hand in his. Will you read it to me sometime?
Cameron licked his suddenly dry lips. The feel of Brians long-fingered hand curled around his was
causing all sorts of pleasant havoc inside him. I, um, I dont need to read it. I know it by heart.
Brian stepped closer, so close that Cameron could feel the heat of his body, smell his sun-kissed skin.
Tell me.
Brians nearness scrambled Camerons senses and rendered him utterly speechless. He shut his eyes,
concentrated, and managed to remember the words.
I went to theGardenofLove,
And saw what I never had seen:
A Chapel was built in the midst,
Where I used to play on the green.
And the gates of this Chapel were shut,

And Thoushalt not writ over the door;
So Iturnd to theGardenofLove,
That so many sweet flowers bore,
And I saw it was filled with graves,
And tombstones where flowers should be:
And Priests in black gowns were walking their rounds,
And binding with briars my joys and desires.
Silence.Cameron could hear the soft sound of Brians breathing in the stillness. He opened his eyes, and
the look on Brians face surprised him. A look that said he understood the binding briars of Blakes
poem every bit as well as Cameron did.
Wow, Brian said finally, his voice soft and reverent. Thats just... just wow.
I know. Its my favorite poem.
Brian stared into Camerons eyes. The intensity of his gaze made Camerons skin sizzle. The silence felt
thick and heavy, pregnant with possibilities. Cameron rubbed Brians knuckles with his thumb and knew
he ought to stop, just walk away right now before things got out of hand. He knew he should, but the
look in Brians eyes drew him like gravity, and he couldnt break free.
Hey,Cam?Brian said.
What?
Its so cool that you can quote that whole thing from memory. Brian leaned against Cameron, letting
one knee slip between his legs. Its sexy as hell. He shifted his thigh so that it brushed Camerons
crotch. Quoting poetry, I mean.
Cameron swallowed. Brian, what...
Want you,Cam. Brians eyes were soft and heavy with desire. Where can we go?
Nowhere, Cameron didnt say.Youre a student, Im a teacher, we cant do this,he neglected to add.
Unsurprisingly, Brian didnt stop rubbing his thigh against Camerons rapidly swelling crotch. Since he
was evidently incapable of stopping either of them, Cameron laced his fingers through Brians and tugged
him down the empty hall.
Here, he choked out. In here, nobody ever comes in here on the weekend. He fumbled the
storeroom door open and pulled Brian inside.
Brian pushed him against the wall, slid both hands into his hair, and pressed their bodies together. The
skateboard clattered to the floor and rolled under a nearby table. Brians lips curved into a sinful smile.
Kiss me,Cam, he whispered.
Cameron did.Brians mouth opened under his, soft and warm and wet, tongue slick and exuberant,
sending electric jolts shooting through him. He slipped his hands under Brians shirt, caressing his back,
palms sliding down to explore his firm little butt. Brian moaned and pushed his hips against Camerons.
Hardness on hardness through denim and zippers, and they both gasped, hands everywhere, mouths
hungry.
Brian finally got Camerons shirt open. He bent and worried Camerons nipples with his teeth. You
taste good, he breathed, swirling his tongue over the sensitive skin.
Mm.Cameron shoved Brians shirt off his shoulders. It drifted down to catch on his elbows as he
worked Camerons jeans open.Shouldnt be doing this. Cameron snagged a handful of Brians hair,
pulled his head back, and bit his neck.
Dont care. Brian shoved Camerons jeans and underwear off his hips,then quickly pushed his own
down. He wrapped a warm hand around Camerons cock. Want you so damn bad.
Cameron managed to stay upright in spite of his suddenly watery knees.Yeah. Want this.
Brian took both cocks in his hand, squeezing them together. Camerons head snapped back and hit the
wall with an audible crack. He wasnt sure if the stars bursting across his vision were from the blow to
the head or what Brian was doing to him. God, Brians dick sliding against his own, hot and dripping,
steel wrapped in silk.So good. He nearly came just from the feel of it.
Fuck me,Cam, Brian panted, nipping at Camerons lips.
Cameron pulled him close, kissed him hard and deep. No lube.
Uh-huh. Brian shrugged his shirt to the floor and tore frantically at his jeans until he found the pocket
he was looking for. He pulled out a small tube of something Cameron didnt recognize.
Whats that? Cameron asked. He slipped a hand between Brians legs, cupping his scrotum.
Oh! Um... shit... Brian bit his lip. His eyes went unfocused when Cameron tugged gently on his balls.
Its...its lube... for my skateboard... wheel squeaks. Oh, oh God,Cam, please...
Cameron didnt need any more encouragement than that. He snatched the little tube from Brians
trembling hand, spun him around, and yanked his jeans and underwear down to his ankles. Brian pulled
one foot free and spread his legs, leaning forward and bracing himself against the wall.
Whatever skateboard lube was made of, Cameron thought, it must be the slipperiest stuff in the world.
One small drop slicked his fingers enough to slip easily inside Brians body.The taut muscles relaxed as
he probed and twisted, until Brian was open and whimpering, his entire body begging to be fucked.
Cam, God please, I need... I need... Brians voice trailed off into incoherent little pleading noises.
Cameron leaned against Brians back, rubbing himself against the boys butt. He kissed Brians neck,
reached around and twisted one pink nipple. Brian moaned.
I know, Cameron whispered, cheek resting against Brians hair. You ready?
Brian nodded, panting, pushing his bottom against Camerons crotch. PleaseCam, please.Now, now.
Cameron leaned back, coated himself with lube, pulled Brians buttocks apart, and slid inside. He
pushed steadily against the clutching tightness until his cock was buried to the root in Brians ass. Brian
was fiery hot inside, hot and snug and velvety soft. Cameron closed his eyes and held still, soaking up the
sensation. When Brian pressed back against him, he wrapped both arms around the boys waist and
started moving inside him.
Mm.So damn good, Cameron murmured against Brians neck.Love fucking you.
Uh.Oh, oh God. Oh. Brian reached a hand back, tangling his fingers into Camerons hair.
Cameron turned Brians head and kissed him, swallowing the sweet cries he let out when Cameron
wrapped a hand around his cock and started stroking. The way Brians body shook in his arms, the
lustful noises he made, inflamed Camerons excitement to a fever pitch. He kept up a slow rhythm for as
long as he could, wanting to make it last. When the pressure inside him grew too great to contain, he
grasped Brians slim hips and pounded into him as hard as he could, piercing him deep.
Ah, fuck, oh yeah, yes, God yes! The world turnedshimmery at the edges as orgasm ripped through
Cameron and he spilled inside Brians ass. Brian writhed against him, clawing the wall and wailing like a
cat. His cock swelled in Camerons palm, his back arched, and warm slippery semen pulsed over
Camerons hand.
Jesusfuckingchrist, Brian gasped. God, that was... oh... His knees buckled. Cameron caught him,
and they both slid to the floor.
Cameron pulled Brian onto his lap, stroking his hair and planting soft little kisses on his flushed cheeks.
Brian curled against Camerons chest and laid his head on his shoulder. His jeans and underwear were
still tangled around one ankle. He kicked them off and snuggled closer. Cameron closed his eyes and
breathed in the scent of sex and sweat and thoroughly fucked boy.
Wow, Cameron said when he regained the use of his voice.
Yeah, Brian agreed. He nuzzled behind Camerons ear and wriggled on his lap in an extremely
distracting way.
I needed that.
I know.Me too.
Cameron lifted Brians chin, kissed his lips. We could both get in a lot of trouble for this.
Well, mostly you. Brian slipped an arm around Camerons neck and kissed him back.
Cameron laughed.Yeah, mostly me.
I dont want you to get in trouble.Another kiss, deeper this time.
That makes two of us. Cameron kissed Brians smooth throat, felt the pulse speed up under his lips.
Dontwanna stop.
Me neither.
God,Cam... Brian pulled Camerons face to his.

The kiss was deep and urgent. Cameron cupped the back of Brians head in his palm and let himself
melt into it. Brian shifted in Camerons lap, straddling his hips. Cameron was pleasantly surprised to feel
Brian already hardeningagain, and completely stunned to find his own body responding in kind.
Brian pulled back and grinned down at Cameron. Hope you didnt use all that lube.
*****
Half an hour later, Cameron lay flat on his back on the storeroom floor, with Brian curled around him.
He felt bruised and exhausted andbonelessly content. He tightened his arms around Brians sweat-slick
body.
Damn, Im getting too old for this sort of thing, Cameron said.
Brian laughed.Oh, yeah. Youve got to be pushing twenty-five. He cuddled closer, tugging absently on
Camerons chest hairs.
Closer to thirty-five, actually, but thank you for making my day.Again.
Thirty-five?Brian pushed up on one elbow and widened his eyes. Wow, you are old.
Smart mouth kid.
Fossil.You get the senior citizens discount at the movies?
Oh, sure.You still get in for the childs price?

I order off the kids menus too.
Cameron laughed, rolled Brian underneath him and kissed him. You really are a little smart-ass, you
know that?
Brian wound both arms around Camerons neck. Uh-huh.Whatcha gonna do about it?
Mm.I think you need something to keep that big mouth of yours occupied.
Oh, really?
Yeah.
Such as?
I have a few ideas. Cameron traced Brians swollen lips with his finger. Brian drew the finger into his
mouth, sucking softly,tongue rasping across the pad. Cameron smiled.
Come over to my place tonight, he said, and Ill show you.
Brians eyes hazed over. Wheredyoulive ? he mumbled around Camerons probing finger.
I have a house just off campus. Cameron removed his finger, bent and kissed Brians parted lips again.
Cmon, lets get dressed and go back to my office. Ill write down the address for you.
Dontwanna leave here, Brian complained. He stroked Camerons cheek, green eyes mournful.
Wannastay with you.
I know. But its only a few hours. We can be together all night, in private. We can do whatever we
want and not worry about getting caught. Cameron grinned. Plus I have real lube.
Brian burst out laughing. Now theres a pick-up line. Hey baby, why dont you come home with me, I
got real lube! Who could resist that?
Oh yeah, I am definitely gonna have to keep that smart mouth busy. Cameron pushed to his feet and
stretched, joints popping, then held a hand down to Brian. Lets go.
Brian let himself be tugged to his feet, then wrapped his arms around Cameron and pressed close.Cant
wait to have your cock in my mouth. He bit Camerons chin, then pulled away with a smile and started
putting his clothes back on.
*****
Sunday morning dawned bright and fiercely sunny. Birds trilled in the trees outside Camerons window,
brash and cheerful, as though they were on a mission to wake the world to sing along with them.
Cameron was already awake.Had been awake far longer than the birds, before the dawn streaked its
first light across the sky. He lay on his side, head propped in his hand, watching Brian sleep. Brians face
was soft and so innocent in slumber, sweet lips parted slightly, long lashes making shadows on his
cheeks.
Cameron rubbed a thumb over Brians bottom lip, thinking of all the things theyd done the night before.
Picturing Brian on his knees, eyes blazing with lust, jaw wide and lips stretched around Camerons cock.
Hed made the most gorgeous noises when Cameron grabbed his hair in both fists and fucked his mouth.
And God, the sight of Brians face spattered with semen...Beautiful.Just beautiful. Almost as beautiful as
Brian on his back with his legs around Camerons neck and Camerons cock buried in his ass, back
arched and mouth open with orgasm. The sight of Brians cock spurting pearly white over his belly had
been almost enough by itself to make Cameron come.
Brian stirred, mumbled something in his sleep, and rolled over with his back to Cameron. That lovely
golden back, wide shoulders tapering to slim hips and a firm butt. Cameron reached out and pulled him
close, molding their bare bodies together. They fit perfectly.
A little too perfectly for comfort, actually.If anyone found out, Camerons job could be on the line. But
lying there in the rumpled bed with Brian, in a beam of morning sunlight, he wondered if he even cared.
Hed had heartache and happiness in his life, and hed learned to grab pieces of happiness with both
hands whenever he could, because you never knew when the next bit would come along. And right then,
happiness was sleeping warm and naked in his arms. Maybe it wasnt happily ever after, but it was close
enough.
Cameron laid his cheek against Brians tangled hair and closed his eyes.
Swallow
"Swallow" first appeared in the eroticezine Ruthie's Club in January 2005.WARNING: BLOOD
FETISH. This is kind of a weird one...
*****
Suns almost gone. Pretty soon thestreetlightsll be on, a sick yellow-orange that hurts my eyes.
Cant see the stars in the city.
Time to go.Black jeans, black jacket, blackKeds .Black hair loose around my shoulders. Black shades,
black nail polish.All for him.
He likes black.
Out the door, down five flights to the street.Nearly tripped over some goddamn drunk on the stairs.
Lights been out for a fucking week.
Cold out.I can see my breath. My bare chest constricts, but I dont close my jacket. He likes my pale
skin against the black. Thinking of the way he looks at me makes my cock hard.
Couple of blocks, through the secret door.Hes waiting for me.
He opens his arms. I go to him. His kiss is hot. The look in his white-blue eyes is hotter. I know what he
needs. We both need it. I strip, lie down on the floor, spread my legs. Im so fucking hard.
It hurts when he cuts me, but not bad. He has to cut deep to make me bleed, because of the scars. He
sucks the blood from my cock. I come in his mouth in less than a minute. He takes more blood, a lot
more, then sits up and jerks off on my face.
He cuts his wrist, holds it to my lips. His bloods thick and salty. Used to make me sick, but it doesnt
now.
Think he took too much from me. Feel weak, rubbery.Hard to swallow. Got to; need the blood. I need
it. I fucking need it.
Running down my chin.Hes cut me again.Sucking again.
Hurts.
Bloods running out my mouth.Cant swallow it.
Cant swallow.
Cant.
Swallow.
Swallow.
Pure Morning After
"Pure Morning After" first appeared in the eroticezine Ruthie's Club in February 2005. This is my one
and only published male/female story!
*****
Oh, wow. I flopped back onto the grass and grinned at the night sky. That was amazing.
Natalie let out a deep sigh.God, yeah.The best.
I dont know if I just came or got religion.
Or both.
I rolled up on my side and propped up on one elbow to look at her. Her curly red hair clung to her face
in sweaty clumps, and her dark eyes shone.
You look like you just got fucked, I said.
I did!
Me too!
We both dissolved into giggles. The first day of the Coachella Music Festival had just ended with a
mind-blowing set byRadiohead . Natalie and I were still on a majorRadiohead -induced high, acting all
girly and giggly like we usually did when we got together for a live show. Natalie always said that when
ThomYorke sang, it felt like he was fucking you with his voice. I agreed with her. Lots of the people
streaming past us agreed too, when she announced it rather loudly to whoever happened to be listening.
Yo,Kittay !
I sat up and looked toward the voice.Hey, David.
He dropped down to the grass beside me and grinned behind the curtain of brown hair that always hung
in his face.Hey, Kitty-Cat. Where were you guys?
Right in front.I held my hand up and Natalie high-fivedme.
David rolled his eyes. Please tell me you didnt flash them this time.
We didnt do it last time, Natalie protested. That was some other girls.
Yeah, Nat. Whatever you say.

So wheres everyone else? I asked before Natalie could get all indignant. Are they already at the
van?
Ten of us had piled into a rented van that morning and made the half-hour drive from our hotel inPalm
Springsto the festival grounds. I hadnt seen most of them since we got there. Natalie and I had staked
out our spot right on the main stage barricade first thing. Most everyone else had gone around to the rest
of the festival, meaning we were the only ones with a front row view whenRadiohead played.Pretty
sweet.
Cherie, Joe, and Michelle were headed that way, David said. I didnt see anyone else yet. You guys
coming now?
We already did, Natalie said, perfectly straight-faced.David groaned and shook his head.
I laughed. Yeah, were ready to leave I guess.
Natalie got to her feet and brushed the bits of grass off her shorts. David and I stood too, and we
headed across the huge field toward the exit.
It had been pushing 105 degrees all day, but at eleven-thirty at night, the air had a distinct chill. The
desert can get pretty cold at night. I unbraided my hair and let it fall loose against my bare arms and
back. At least it kept me a little warmer.
Hey, Kitty, you okay? David asked.
Im fine, just kind of cold now.
Looks like you got a little sunburned. He touched a finger to my reddened shoulder.
Yeah.But not bad; I used lots ofsunblock . I reached out to Natalie and patted her backpack. It was
totally worth it too.
Lucky. I was way back.
I grinned at him. You shouldve stayed with us.
Naw, I wanted to go see Beck play. Sides, Im always afraid you guys are gonna get arrested or
something and Ill get dragged into it.
David! Natalie turned around and glared at him. Weve never been... ohwait ... um...
Yeah, thats what Im saying. David gave her an evil smile and she stuck her tongue out at him. Hey,
you guys coming to see Pure Morning with me tomorrow? he asked.
I shrugged. I guess. Never heard of them, are they any good?
Hell yeah, theyre fucking amazing!
Pure Morning, isnt that a Placebo song? Natalie asked.
Yeah, David said. Theyre big Placebo fans. So you guys gonna come to the show or what?
Okay, sure, I said.
Dont do anything embarrassing though, huh?
Natalie and I looked at each other, then at David.

Why would we? Nat said. Its not like theyreRadiohead or anything.
Yeah, David said, but their singers wicked hot.
Guy or girl?I asked. Davids bisexual, so you never know.
Guy, he said. You two are gonna die when you see him, so swear you wont flash him or throw
panties at him or offer to blow him backstage, okay? Please?
Okay. Natalie patted Davids cheek. Well leave that to you. David blushed like crazy and Natalie
laughed.
We were almost at the exit by then. It was packed pretty tight trying to get out into the parking lot. I
tried to keep Natalie and David in sight, but the crowd swept us apart. No big deal, I thought, we can
meet up outside the gate. But when I got there, they were nowhere to be seen.
I wandered around the parking lot for the next hour or so, trying to find anyone at all from my group.
The parking area consisted of several acres of flat fields, so it was like looking for... well, for a plain blue
rental van in a huge field packed full of rental vans. I went to where I thought wed parked. No van, none
of my friends around. I started going systematically up and down the rows of cars.Nothing. I walked
along the entire line of vehicles crawling toward the parking lot gates with their stereos blasting. I still
didnt see our van.
I headed back to the festival field entrance, thinking maybe Natalie or David mightve gone up there to
look for me. Once again, I didnt see anyone I knew. Panic fluttered in my belly. I sat down against the
fence that encircled thefield, right under one of the big lights so Id be visible if anyone came looking. My
legs shook and my back ached from a whole day of standing up.
Hey.
I about jumped out of my skin at the sound of a mans voice right behind me. I scrambled away and
stared at the fence. Whos there?
The voice laughed. Sorry I scared you. A board in the fence swung up and a figure slipped through the
gap.
I stared like an idiot. I couldnt help it. This guy was absolutelydrop dead gorgeous. Im talking
cream-your-panties hottie here. Black hair curled in little wisps around his neck and fine-featured face.
His milky skin glowed in the light, his mouth begged to be kissed. Lean muscles showed under his snug
T-shirt and molded-on jeans. His eyes, though; thats what kept me rooted to the spot. Huge, clear,
aquamarine eyes tinged with a hint of green and sparkling with life.
Fuck me hard, I muttered under my breath.
He raised his eyebrows. What?
Nothing, sorry.I stood up and brushed the dirt off my shorts and thighs, then held out a hand to him.
Im Kitty. Hi.
He took my hand and we shook. Caleb. Hi.
Thats an unusual name.
Sos Kitty.
Its really Katherine. My friends call me Kitty for short.
He was still holding my hand. He ran his thumb over my knuckles and gave me a purely filthy smile.
Can I be your friend? His gaze slid down my body. Suddenly I was acutely aware of my red low-rider
short-shorts and tiny bikini top.
Yeah, okay. I grinned back at him.
He let go of my hand and sat down with his back against the fence. Cmon, sit down. Talk to me for a
while.
I looked around. No sign of my friends anywhere. I sat next to Caleb with a deep sigh.
Lose your group? he asked.
Yeah, howd you know?
Saw you earlier, walking all over the parking lot. You looked lost.
Yeah, I guess I am. To my horror, tears started to prick my eyelids. I blinked them away, not wanting
Caleb to see.
A warm hand on my cheek told me I hadnt blinked fast enough. Caleb turned my face toward him with
gentle but irresistible pressure.
Hey, itll be all right, he said. You got a cell phone?
It died hours ago. My friends got it in her backpack. Tears trickled down my face. I swiped angrily at
them. God, this is so fucking stupid! How do you lose someone in a parking lot?
Its not a regular parking lot. This things, like, a square mile or something.
But they were right there, and then they were gone! I cant believe I lost them like that.
Caleb didnt say anything. He wrapped an arm around my shoulders and pulled me against him, and that
was it. I cried on his shoulder while he stroked my hair and murmured soothingly.
It took me a few minutes to get myself under control. Caleb just sat and held me. After I calmed down, I
stayed pressed against him for a minute, enjoying his warmth and the feel of his arm around me.
Better? he asked.
Yeah.I lifted my head and smiled at him. Thanks.
You want to borrow my cell? I dont have it on me, but its not far.Just back at my tent.
Youre camping?
Yeah.
It looked to me like the campsites were a pretty good walk from here.
He grinned, and my heart raced. He had a smile that promised sin and decadence, and damn if it didnt
turn me on. I snagged a premium spot, he said. All we have to do is follow thefence, its no more than
a quarter mile at most.
I tried to focus, but the way his lips curved made it awfully hard to think. Yeah, okay. I... I need to call
my friend, uh... Calebs wicked grin widened when I blanked out on Natalies name.Um, Natalie.
Yeah. I need to call Natalie.
He rose to his feet and held a hand down to me. I took it. He pulled me up hard enough that I
overbalanced and fell right into his arms. The gleam in his eyes made me think maybe hed done it on
purpose. Not that I was complaining. The feel of his body pressed against mine made my Hello Kitty
thong all sticky. I slipped an arm around his back and trailed my fingers boldly over the curve of his butt.
His eyes hazed over.
He leaned down - not far, since he wasnt that much taller than me - and brushed his lips against my
temple. Come on, he said. Lets go call your friend.
He pulled away from me, but kept hold of my hand. I laced my fingers through his.
So, did you seeRadiohead ? I asked, in an attempt to keep myself from throwing him to the ground
and having him right there in the parking lot.
Oh yeah, theyre the main reason we decided to do this. Theyre fucking gods to me. Well, to all of us,
but mostly me.
Whos us exactly?You here with somebody?
He hesitated just long enough to make me wonder. Yeah, I flew out here with some friends of mine.
Theyre staying in a hotel inPalm Springs.Bunch of pussies.
Hey, my friends andme are staying inPalm Springstoo. You gonna call me a pussy?
He raised his eyebrows at me, and I actually blushed. I never blush.Never. Ive stripped in public, Ive
jumped onstage and groped more than one hot-ass guitarist, Ive said things to people that shocked them
right to their toes, and Ive never batted an eyelash doing any of it. Calebs the only person whos ever
made me blush with nothing but a look. What a look it was, though.Like he could see right through my
skull and into my most depraved thoughts.
No, he said finally. Im not. He regarded me in a slow, peeling-off-the-clothes sort of way, and I
almost forgot how to breathe.
Uh.So.I swallowed past my dry throat and tried hard to act cooler than I felt.So where you from?
The amusement in his eyes said he wasnt fooled for a second. But he played along like a good boy. I
had a feeling he didnt pretend to be a good boy very often, so I appreciated the effort.
All over, he said.Born inWashingtonD.C., moved toFrancewhen I was ten, toBuenos Aireswhen I
was fourteen, andLondonafter I graduated high school.Lived there for seven years.Now Im back in the
States.Me and my friends live inNew York.
Damn, thats a lot of moving. Ive lived inGeorgiamy whole life.
My dad was with the state department before he retired. He says were lucky we didnt have to move
any more than we did.
So youre how old? I scrunched my eyes shut like I always did when I tried to do math in my head.
Naw, no way. You mustve graduated early.
He grinned. Im twenty-nine. The big three-ohs coming up next month.
I gaped at him. I was only twenty-four, and I wouldve bet a major organ that he was younger than me.
He held up a warning finger when I started to say something about it.
Dont, he said. I know. We went to a club the other night and the guy at the door almost didnt let me
in.Kept saying my I.D. had to be fake. He rolled his eyes.Prick.
I giggled. So howd you get in?
Oh, there were some people there who... He stopped suddenly, glanced over at me, and started
again. I mean, my friends were there, they vouched for me. At least they all look more or less their age.
Youll be glad to look disturbingly young when youre sixty.
Thats what my mom says.
Uh-oh.Here I was always afraid Id turn into my mom, now Im turning into yours instead.
He gave me that wonderfully evil grin again. Can I call you Mommy?
Ew, no!Perv.
We both laughed. Our eyes locked and I swear my heart stopped for a second. Id never known
anyone else who radiated pure sex the way Caleb did. I could smell it on him. He didnt say anything, but
I knew he felt how much I wanted him. He squeezed my hand and smiled.
The wooden fence turned a sharp corner just ahead. We followed it for another few yards before the
boards gave way to chain link. A clump of scraggly trees huddled against the rusted metal.
Here we are, Caleb said.Tent sweet tent.
I squinted into the darkness. I dont see it.
There. He pointed toward the trees.
This is not a designated camping spot.
I know. Thats why I set up under the trees.

Clever.
Yeah.
I followed him under the branches. The leaves rustled like paper in the breeze and broke the dim
moonlight into fitful shards. Even though I knew it was there, I could barely make out the small nylon tent.
Caleb unzipped the flap, ducked inside, and emerged a few seconds later with a cell phone in his hand.
He flipped it open and handed it to me.
Here. Talk as long as you want, Ive got unlimited minutes.
Okay. Thanks, Caleb. I smiled at him.
Youre welcome. He moved closer, so close I could feel the heat of his skin. You can stay here with
me tonight.If you want.
I looked up into his eyes. They were shadowed, but I could see well enough to know why hed asked
me to stay. It wasnt a hard decision to make.
Yeah, I want, I said. The lustful grin on his face nearly made me come right then. I turned around to
dial the phone, since looking at him made my brain not work right.
Natalie picked up on the first ring. Hello?
Nat?Hey, its Kitty.
Kitty! she shrieked. I held the phone away from my ear. Where thefuck are you?
At the campground.Listen...
What the hell are you doing there?
Borrowing a cell phone.Look, Nat...
Well, were ready to leave! Itll probably be dawn before we get back as it is! Have you seen the
crowd trying to get out of this place?
Yeah, I saw it, Nat, can you just...
Get your ass over here then! And Im glad you called, I was so scared something really bad happened
to you!
Nat!I shouted. Will you listen to me?
Silence.I could picture her pouting. What? she said finally.
I could hear Caleb behind me, trying not to laugh. I waved a hand at him to shut up. He chuckled out
loud and came over to stand right behind me. I could feel his heat against my back.Made it damn hard to
concentrate on the conversation.
Im, uh, Im staying over here.At the campground. So you guys can go on.
Caleb snaked both arms around my waist. His hand traced tiny circles on my stomach and my knees
turned to jelly.
Oh, Natalie said. Is he hot?

A hand brushed my hair aside. Warm, soft lips touched my neck. My vision went blurry. Oh, fuck
yeah, I sighed.
Natalie giggled. Well, what the hell are you still talking to me for? Hang up and go get him.
Uh.I snapped the phone closed and handed it back to Caleb, who tossed it unceremoniously over his
shoulder.
Kitty, he whispered against my neck. I want you.
I know. I felt the strings of my bikini top loosen. It slipped to the ground. I want you too. His hands
slid up to cup my bare breasts and I let out a little gasp. Jesus, Caleb.
I turned in his arms, threaded my fingers through his hair and kissed him hard. He crushed me against
him. The feel of his lips against mine, his tongue in my mouth, made me burn all over. He grabbed my ass
in both hands and rolled his hips against me, letting me feel his erection.
God,gimme this, right now!I reached a hand between his legs and stroked him through his jeans. My
mouth watered.
I want your cock in my mouth, I whispered. He stared at me, speechless. I grinned at him, dropped to
my knees, and yanked his jeans open.
Fuck, fuck, he gasped when I shoved the pants down over his hips and wrapped my hand around his
thick shaft. Damn, Kitty.
I watched his face while I ran my tongue around the head of his cock, licking him like a lollipop. His eyes
rolled up and he buried both hands in my hair. God yeah, suck my cock.
I opened my mouth and took him in. He tasted so damn good. I love sucking cock, and Im good at it. I
teased him without mercy, bringing him right to the brink and then backing off again before he could
come. That always brings out the animal in a man. I like to be fucked hard, and nothing makes a man
fuck you harder that frustrating the hell out of him for as long as you can first.
Caleb obviously had some previous experience with this trick, because he lasted longer than any other
man Id ever been with. My jaw ached by the time I felt his readiness. I let him slip out of my mouth and
stared up into his eyes.
Fuck me, I said.
He didnt need to be told twice. He yanked me to my feet, shoved my shorts down, and pushed me face
first into a tree. I was so wet that my juices were running down the insides of my thighs. His hands spread
me open and he entered me hard and fast. I braced myself against the scratchy bark while he slammed
into me over and over again. His dick filled me up and pounded me almost to the point of pain. It felt so
fuckinggood, it made me ache all over. I was shaking and whimpering by the time he came, pulling out
and shooting his cum all over my back.
I was all set to ask him to pretty please eat my pussy, because I was dying to come. Turned out I didnt
have to ask. He picked me right up off the ground, laid me down on a patch of thin grass, and pulled my
shorts off. I opened my legs for him and he dove right in.
Id been with a lot of men before Caleb.A lot.A few women too. But damned if he wasnt the best Id
ever had. I dont know what it was he did to me, but if I could bottle it, I could retire tomorrow. I came
in no time flat, arching my back and screaming so loud its a wonder I didnt attract a crowd.
Shit, Caleb, I said when I could talk again. Youve got the holy tongue, man.God.
He crawled up over my limp body, leaned down, and kissed me. He tasted like sex.The holy tongue?
Yeah.I grinned at him and licked his bottom lip.Cause it sent me to heaven.
He laughed. I pulled him to me to kiss him again. His kisses, soft and languid now, made me feel allmelty
inside.
Do you know, he said, how beautiful you are?Especially right now. I love to look at a womans face
after she comes.
Dont bother sweet talking me. Im immune. My big sappy grin probably contradicted what I said, but
I didnt care.
He smiled. It was a sweet sort of smile this time, one that made me melt inside. Sure you are.
Whatever, doesnt matter. Youre beautiful, and I want to tell you so.
I stared up at him. His face was half in shadow, half in moonlight. He was so lovely it hurt. Something
stirred inside me, something Id never really felt before. A connection of a sort, a strange bond with this
man who looked like a sculpture come to life and fucked like a goddamn dream. I reached up and laid a
hand on his cheek.
You know, I sleep around a lot, I said. He raised his eyebrows but didnt say anything. Ive been
with a lot of guys, and I never felt all that sentimental stuff with any of them.
I fell silent. He leaned on one elbow and waited, tracing his free hand up and down my side.
But I... I think... I bit my lip. This shouldnt be so fucking hard to say, I told myself; just do it. I think
Id like to get to know you better.
There. It was out. Caleb gazed down at me with a sudden weight in his eyes. Id like that too. You
dont know how many times Ive been with someone and thought it meant something, then to find out
they only wanted me because... He stopped and looked away.
I held his face in my hands and made him look at me again. Because why?
He stared solemnly at me for so long I thought he wasnt going to answer. When he finally did, his voice
was so soft I could barely hear it.
Just because... because of how I look.I want to be more than that.
You are more than that, Caleb. And anyone who cant see that is just fucking nuts. I mean hell, if I can
see it, anyone should, right?Slut that I am.
He laughed. You dont give yourself enough credit. Theres nothing wrong with sex for its own sake.
God knows Ive done enough of that myself, and I dont regret any of it. But I never lied to anyone and
told them it was more than it was. Not ever.
But someones lied to you.
Oh, yeah.Ive lost count of how many times. Somepeoplell say anything to get what they want.
I caressed his cheek. His skin was so soft under my palm, so warm and smooth. I could see how a
person might be desperate to get in his pants. What I couldnt see was how anyone could look into those
big, beautiful eyes and do anything to hurt him.
Well, I meant what I said, I told him. I want more than just sex. I want to get to know you. Can I?
Yeah.Thatd be great. I like you a lot, Kitty.
You dont just like me for my mad cock-sucking skills?
He pretended to consider. I smacked his arm hard and he laughed. Theyre somemajorly impressive
skills all right, but I think I like you for more than that. He slid his hand down between my legs. I bit my
lip.
Caleb?
Hm?
Take your fucking clothes off.
This time we took it a lotslower, and I found out he could do tender and gentle every bit as well as hard
and rough. By the time we fell asleep in the tent as the sun peeked over the horizon, wed gotten to know
every inch of each other and his arms already felt like home to me.
*****
When I woke up, the sun was straight overhead and I could hear music from the festival field. I jumped
up so fast I nearly knocked the tent over. Caleb wasnt there.
Caleb? Ipeeked my head out the tent flap. No Caleb.
I felt hurt and deflated. I tried to tell myself that I hadnt expected anything more than the usual
one-night-stand. But the fact was,I had. Id really thought he might be someone I could have an actual
relationship with. Shouldve known better, dumb-ass, I muttered to myself.
I looked around and saw that my shorts and bikini top lay neatly folded next to the tent flap. At least
hed brought my clothes back inside before he left. I picked up my shorts and a piece of paper fluttered
to the ground. I bent to retrieve it.
The note scrawled across the paper in green ink was short and to the point. Kitty, it read, had to go,
but didnt want to wake you. Come to the Pure Morning show at 1, its in theGobitent. Ill meet you
after. Theres a present in your back pocket. Love, Caleb.
So he hadnt fucked and run after all. Relief made me lightheaded and I sat down on the crumpled
sleeping bag. I folded the note and set it carefully beside me with the intention of keeping it. Something
about the way Calebs handwriting looped and wandered made me smile. I was betting hed been one of
those kids who never could stay inside the lines.
I reached into the back pocket of my shorts to see what sort of present hed left me. What I pulled out
was an all-access pass.Backstage, after party, VIP areas, the works. I sat there with my jaw hanging
open. I hoped Caleb had another one, because I suddenly didnt want to go without him.
My watch lay discarded in the corner. I picked it up and groaned when I saw the time. Less than an
hour until the Pure Morning set started. Barely time to get through the gate, hopefully find Natalie and
David, and snag a spot in the front. Thank God this band wasnt real big, or Id be stuck way in the back
for sure. I threw my clothes on, used Calebs toothbrush and some leftover bottled water to brush my
teeth,then ran for the gate.
The day was once again cloudless and hot. Sweat had already glued my shorts to my ass before Id
even gotten through the gate. And if it was hot outside, it was bound to be sweltering inside the tent. I
mean yeah, youre out of the sun, but theres no air conditioning, no breeze, and youre crammed
skin-to-skin with hundreds of other people. Id almost rather be out in the sun all day.But damned if I
was going to miss this show, if Caleb was going to be there.
TheGobitent was starting to get crowded when I got there. David stood outside, fidgeting and biting his
nails. I waved and ran to join him.
Its about time, he said. I was about to give up on you. Cmon, Nats saving us some space up
front. He grabbed my hand and we hurried inside.
Sorry, I said. I didnt mean to be so late, but I didnt get to sleep until dawn.
David grinned over his shoulder at me as we squirmed our way through the crowd. Bet I know what
you did all night.
Bet youre right.
How was it?

Best lay I ever had.
David opened his mouth to say something else, but we reached the barrier right then and Natalie spotted
me. Once Nat gets going, no one else has a chance. David grinned and fell silent.
Okay, girl, Natalie said, pulling me up beside her, spill. Was he good?
Unbelievable. Honest to God, he could make a fortune whoring himself to women who need an
amazing lay.
Wow.
Yeah.And look what he gave me! I motioned Nat and David closer before slipping the pass out of my
pocket. Davids eyes widened.
Fuck, he gave you that? Where the hell did he get it?
He didnt say. He was gone when I woke up, but he left me this pass in my shorts pocket. Were
gonna meet up after the show. Cool, huh?
They both agreed that it was very cool. So does this guy have a name? Natalie asked.
I smiled, and I knew it was one of those goofy, I-just-met-somebody-great smiles that I always
snickered at on other people. I couldnt help it, though; thats just how he made me feel.
Caleb, I said. I dont know his last name yet.

David leaned around Natalie and stared hard at me. Whats he looklike?
Why, you want some? Dont know if he swings that way, but Ill ask.
Nat laughed and David frowned. I think he was getting ready to say something, but the sudden roar of
the crowd around us silenced him. We all looked up at the stage. A girl with a yellow Event Staff polo
shirt and a long blond ponytail stood at themic , smiling out over the crowd.
All right! she yelled, sounding like the cheerleader shed probably been in high school. Ladies and
gentlemen, the Coachella Music and Arts Festivalis very proud to welcome this next band. Theyre rising
fast, so in a few months when theyre big stars you can say you saw emhere! Please welcome, fromNew
York City, BrianWolde , Jordan Thomas, and CalebRourke , Pure Morning! Give it up!
I stood there stunned while the people around me jumped and screamed. Surely she hadnt really said
what I thought she said. Had she? When the band filed out on stage, though, there was no doubt. It was
Caleb, all right. My Caleb, the guy Id spent several hours having mind-blowing sex with the night before,
was a fucking rock star.
In all my years of going to live shows and meeting musicians of varying degrees of fame, Id never once
slept with one. Now I had finally done it, and I hadnt even realized he was one until just now. I had to
laugh; it was just too weird.
I could feel Natalie and David staring at me, but I didnt care. I couldnt look away from Caleb. He was
beautiful up there on stage, totally in his element. He wore a see-through red shirt and low-slung leather
pants that hugged him tight in all the right places. His feet were bare. Black eyeliner made hisCaribbean
blue eyes breathtaking, and sheer red lip gloss accented his sensual mouth. The pure lust he aroused in
the women around me - hell, some of the men too - perfumed the air.
Caleb picked up a battered electric guitar, slung the strap over his shoulder, and walked up to themic .
His eyes swept the crowd. He smiled when he saw me, and my insides turned to mush. I smiled back.
It was an incredible set. The music was fiercely beautiful, wild and spirited, and Calebs voice could
reduce you to tears with its sheer power. The band was tight and perfect, and I knew the second they
started playing that they were going to be huge. The vast majority of the people packed into the tent
clearly worshipped them. During some songs, so many people sang along that Caleb just grinned and
held themic out over the crowd, taking a break while the fans screamed out the lyrics. Caleb shed the
shirt halfway through the set, resulting in a chorus of feminine screams and several requests for him to lose
the pants too. Im pretty sure one of those came from David.
By the time their allotted hour was up, the band was as drenched as their audience. Calebs chest and
stomach dripped sweat, and his hair clung to his cheeks in little damp tendrils. He looked positively
edible. He caught my eye and I flicked my tongue out at him. He grinned and motioned toward the side
of the stage as he and hisbandmates filed off.
I started to make my way toward the VIP area Caleb had indicated. Nat grabbed me before Id gotten
far.
Damn, girl, she said. What a fucking piece! How the hell did you snag him? I think every woman here
would give a body part to get with him.
That stopped me. Id been wondering why Caleb didnt just tell me he was in a band. But I realized I
already knew. Hed said people lied to him, used him, because they wanted sex with him. The reason
hed given me was his admittedly stunning good looks. The real reason, though, mustve been his
rising-star status. He hadnt told me because he didnt want just another groupie. He needed someone to
want the real Caleb, not just the star.
Sorry, Nat, I said. I gotta go see him. Well talk later, okay?
But Kitty...
David wrapped an arm around Natalies shoulders and pulled her against him.Cmon, Nat. Lets go.
But...
Shut up. Well see her later, right Kitty?

Yeah, I said. And I bet hed love to meet you guys. But right now, I reallyreally need to see him.
Go on, David said. I kissed his cheek,then headed over to where Caleb waited.
Caleb was leaning over the barrier, talking to a group of girls. They were flirting so hard its a wonder
they didnt sprain something. I ran my fingers through my hair in a vain attempt at getting rid of the
tangles,then made my way over to Caleb. I put as much sway in my step as I could, which is saying a lot.
Caleb! I called.
He turned toward me and gave me a great big I-know-what-you-look-like-naked grin. Hey, he said.
I drew closer. The girls gave me some truly poisonous looks, which I ignored. You weresoooooo damn
sexy up there, I purred, running a fingertip up his arm.
He licked his lips in a deliberately suggestive way. Thanks. Youre not bad yourself.
I leaned closer, my lips almost touching his. Want me to blow you backstage?
One girl made an outraged sound behind me. Yeah, right, I thought, like you werent gonna say the same
damn thing.
Caleb reached out, took my face in both hands, and kissed me. I dont thinksecurityll let you in.
I sucked on his bottom lip. I have an all-access pass.
Oh, yeah?He kissed me again, running his tongue over my lips. Well then, I guess you can come on
back and blow me.
Hey! a shrill voice behind me said. Go away, bitch. We were talking to him first.
I didnt even turn around; she wasnt worth looking away from Calebs captivating eyes. Bite me,skank
.
Outraged gasps.I stifled a laugh. I kissed Calebs cherry-flavored lips again,then headed over to the
security gate. He followed on the other side of the barrier. I showed my pass, and security let me through
with only a slight frown. So what if they thought I was no more than a groupie. I didnt care about that.
All I cared about was the gorgeous sweaty man who swept me into his arms and kissed me like nothing
else in the world mattered.
Are you mad? he said when we finally took a break.
Bout what?
That I didnt tell you I was in a band.
Naw.I understand why you didnt.
You do?
Yep.
He smiled at me, and it was so sweet I wanted to cry. Youre amazing, Kitty.
I pulled out of his arms and clasped his hand in mine. It felt just right. Lets go to the hotel, Caleb.
Sounds good to me.
He slung an arm around my shoulders. I slipped my arm around his waist, and we started toward the
special parking area reserved for musicians.
So this is what it feels like, I mused out loud as we walked.
What?
Being a groupie.
He laughed. Youre no groupie. Believe me, Ive had plenty, and youre not one.
So what am I?
He stopped walking, wound both arms around my waist, and stared into my eyes. I dont know. But I
want to find out.
I figured I could live with that.
baby
"baby" first appeared in the eroticezine Ruthie's Club in January 2005.

*****
babysays: hey sexy, you there?
blue-eyessays: yeahim here.sorry , phone rang
babysays: who was it?
blue-eyessays: front desk.meeting in the morning got cancelled
babysays: oh good, that means you have more time tonight
blue-eyessays: sure do
babysays: so when you coming to see me?
blue-eyessays: when you want me to?ill be in town all week for this stupid conference
babysays: how bout now?
blue-eyessays: i dont know where you are
babysays:im at work
blue-eyessays: you want me to visit you at work?wont you get in trouble?

babysays:naw , me and the owner arelikethis . LOL
Pete licked his lips and glanced at the web-cam photo hed printed out before flying toOrlando. It was
blurry, off center and too dark, but not even a crappy web-cam shot could hide babys beauty. Soft red
lips parted in an evil-diva smile, jet-black hair curled against the pearly skin of her neck and her
heart-shaped face.And those eyes. Damn, those eyes.Huge, blue-green cat eyes lined in black and
fringed with long, thick lashes.
Hed had to jerk off right away when shed sent him that picture. Shed talked him through it, and then
licked the semen off his stomach when he came. She was so damngood, he could almost feel her wet
tongue on him. But hed never actually met her, and hed always heard how dangerous it was to hook up
with someone you only knew online.
He looked at her picture again and thought of all the things theyd shared. Not just sex, but hopes,
dreams, things theyd never told anyone else. It didnt feel like lies; it felt real.
Just do it, you damn pussy, he ordered himself. He turned back to the computer screen.
blue-eyessays: ok,ill come
babysays: you sure will; just waittil you get here, so i can swallow it
blue-eyessays: oh thanks now i have ahardon
babysays: excellent <eg> i know what to do with that
blue-eyessays: LOL ok tell me where to go
babysays: where you staying?

blue-eyessays: at the Radisson
She gave him detailed directions on how to get to the club where she worked. He copied them onto a
piece of hotel stationery.
blue-eyessays: ok let me shower real quick and ill be there soon as i can
babysays: hurry lover
babysays: tell the doorman baby sent you
An hour later, Petes taxi pulled up to the curb in front of453 Hazelwood Street. He frowned, checked
the scribbled address again, and looked back up. Yep, that was the number baby had given him. He
almost told the driver to turn around and take him back to the Radisson. Only the thought of the enticing
woman waiting for him inside kept him from doing just that.
I cant fuckingbelieve Im really doing this, he muttered. He paid the driver, got out, and approached
the door.
It was solid black metal, set in a black wall. A small red neon sign over the door read The Ties That
Bind. baby had told him that she worked at a private BDSM club. Theyd had countless chats where
shed tie him up and do the most depraved things to him. It never failed to make him come hard and fast.
The thought of doing those things in real life made his belly tighten. He ran a hand nervously through his
hair, pushing the honey-gold waves out of his eyes. Hed had many lovers, male and female, but none
had ever gotten under his skin the way this woman had before hed even met her.
Pete, my boy, he said, inside this club is a woman who might be the one. Just knock on the goddamn
door.
He nodded, squared his shoulders, and gave the door a couple of hard raps with his knuckles. A small
panel slid open and a heavily made-up face peered out. A line of black tattooed teardrops trailed down
the white cheek. Eyes the color of molasses slid appreciatively over his body.
Yes? The young doormansmiled, his black-painted lips stark against his powdered skin. Pete
suppressed a shudder.
babysent me, Pete said, as hed been instructed.
The brown eyes widened.One moment, sir.
The panel slid shut. Pete heard the snick of bolts sliding back,then the door swung open.
My name is Simon, the doorman said. Please come in.
Simon stood aside and Pete walked in, not without some trepidation. The door swung shut behind him.
Something about the sharp sound of the bolts ramming home seemed very final. He shivered as he
looked around the small, black-painted room.
Simon turned back to him with a cadaverous smile. Follow me, please. He turned and pushed open a
set of red, padded double doors. Pete followed his whip-thin form into the inner sanctum. He stared
around with wide eyes as they made their way through the crowd to the back of the huge room.
The whole place was painted black.Floors, ceiling, walls, all solid black. Chains hung from the ceiling,
dangling plastic limbs, blow-up dolls, and sex toys only a few feet above the heads of the throng.
Multi-colored lights pulsed in time to the throbbing techno beat, illuminating a wall-to-wall sea of nearly
naked flesh. Groups of two, three, and more undulated on the dance floor and wound themselves into
tangles in the red leather booths lining the walls. He caught glimpses of men and women wearing black
hoods and studded collars.
This way, sir.

Pete shook himself and focused on his guide. Simon was holding open another black metal door, smaller
than the one out front. It opened onto a long hallway lined with doors, each one different. At the end of
the hall was a spiral staircase made of wrought iron. Simon headed straight for the stairs. Pete followed
him, his stomach fluttering nervously. Sounds he wasnt sure he wanted to identify floated from behind the
doors they passed.
At the top of the stairs, Simon knocked twice on a carved door that looked like it was made of
mahogany. The door opened a crack.
babysguest is here, Simon said.
Thank you, Simon, said a female voice. Simon turned and started down the steps without a word.
Sir?In here, please.
The woman in the doorway was tall and elegant. Pale blond hair swept up into a loose twist at her neck.
She smiled at him, and stood aside to let him enter. He gaped at the black-and-red painted walls, hung
with manacles, chains, whips, and things he couldnt even identify. A huge mahogany bar curved out from
the far wall; mirrors behind it reflected bottles of liquor. A single chair sat in the middle of the red
hardwood floor. It was black, wide, and sturdy, and bolted to the floorboards. There was a hole in the
seat. He decided not to think about that yet.
Im Nora, the woman said. Im babys personal assistant. Would you like a drink?
Um, bourbon, please.Pete pulled at the collar of his pale blue T-shirt. Hed picked it because it
matched his eyes. So, youre babys assistant? Wow. She said she worked here, but hell, she didnt tell
me she was a suit.
Noras brow creased in a polite furrow as she rummaged behind the bar.A suit?
Pete laughed.Yeah, sorry.An executive.Seems like shes higher up the food chain than she let on.
Nora smiled as she handed Pete a glass of icedKentuckybourbon. babyowns the club, actually.
Pete nearly choked on his drink. Youre shitting me.
No sir.baby built this place up from scratch. It used to be an abandoned warehouse. Now its the most
sought-after club of its type in the Southeast. We turn away far more people than we allowto join .
Wow. Pete tossed back the rest of the whiskey in one gulp. Something about the fact that baby
owned the place both terrified and aroused him. He felt himself getting hard just from the thought of her
concentrating her fierce executive personality on his body. He glanced at Nora. So when does she get
here?
Simon will inform baby that youve arrived. Ill help you get ready.
Pete narrowed his eyes at her.Yeah? What does that mean, anyhow?
babywants you prepared a particular way. I gather that you two have talked about certain things?
Pete gulped.Yeah. Okay. So, um, so what do I need to do?
It embarrassed him more than a little to talk so openly to this woman about his strange affair with baby.
But she seemed to know all about it, and didnt seem the least bit shocked or put off, so he pushed his
unease aside and thought about the woman hed come here for.babys white skin, babys wicked eyes,
babys soft wet mouth. His cock swelled even more, pushing against his zipper.
Nora glanced at his crotch and raised a neatly plucked eyebrow. Pete felt his face flush.
Please remove all your clothing,then sit down in the chair. She sounded so matter-of-fact that she
might as well have been telling him to take out the trash.
Petes jaw fell open. What?
Please remove your clothing, Nora repeated blandly, andsit down in the chair.
But but I thought listen, I dont know you
Sir, if you want baby to come to you, you must do as youre asked. She gave him a tight smile. You
neednt worry about me seeing you naked. I am not interested in men. Now if youll please remove your
clothing, sir?baby can be quite impatient.
Pete bit his lip. He only hesitated a second before yanking his T-shirt over his head and pulling off his
shoes and socks. It took him a moment longer to get up the nerve to strip off his jeans and underwear.
Nora folded his clothes and placed them in a neat pile on a shelf beside the bar. Her blank expression
didnt falter as she motioned him to sit.
Whys there a hole in the chair? Pete asked as he sat down.
Its made that way, sir.Hands behind the back of the chair, please.
Pete put his hands behind him. I can see that, but why? The possibilities made his balls tighten.
Many of our clients make use of this sort of chair from time to time. Cold metal clamped snugly around
his wrists. Itsbabys favorite, she added. Pete couldnt decide whether that scared him or turned him
on, or both.
Spread your legs, please. Nora knelt on the floor in front of him; small silver chains and padlocks
dangled from one manicured hand.
Pete almost didnt do it. He squeezed his eyes shut and pictured babys red, red lips wrapped around
his cock. He spread his legs. The chains were cold on his skin as Nora fastened them around his ankles
and knees. He opened his eyes and looked down; the sight of his body splayed and bound for babys
pleasure made him ache with anticipation.
Nora stood and smoothed out the wrinkles in her long black dress. babywill be with you shortly, sir.
Enjoy your evening.
Pete watched her turn and walk out a small door to his right. The room was so quiet he could hear his
own heartbeat. It pounded in his ears like tribal drums. He rested his head against the back of the chair
and closed his eyes.
His arms and legs were beginning to cramp and indignation was close to overcoming his arousal, when
he heard the door to his right open. He started to turn his head.
Stop.Look straight ahead. The voice was low and sultry. Pete felt a thrill go through him.baby . It had
to be. No one but baby could have a voice like that.
baby?
Yes, Pete.babys here.
Pete heard heels clicking behind him. He licked his lips. How did you know my name? I never told you
that. We agreed to just use screen names.
A soft laugh raised the hairs on his arms. Its not so hard to find out. Warm hands caressed his
shoulders, sending shivers of pleasure down his skin.
What
You dont need to know my name. Just call me baby. Everyone does.
baby, he whispered. baby. Let me see you.
She didnt answer, and his mouth went dry. If hed fucked it up already, if she was angry with himBut
no. Light clicking footsteps around his left, and baby stood before him. He stared, speechless.
Hed known she was beautiful. But no picture could possibly capture her as she really was: sleek and
feral, fragile and dangerous. She was small, no more than five foot and six inches, even in her high heels.
She was slender and delicate, and in a blood-red satin dress that dragged the floor. Her white shoulders
were bare and lovely, and her collarbone was a graceful arch beneath the thin straps of the dress. She
smiled down at him, red lips moist and open. A curling strand ofmidnightblack hair clung to the corner of
her mouth.
Am I beautiful? She stalked closer, pale skin peeking through the thigh-high slit in the front of her dress
as she walked. She stood between his open legs and stared down at him. It was like locking gazes with a
jungle cat.
Youre the most beautiful woman Ive ever seen, Pete answered. It was nothing but the truth.
babyssmile widened. Her turquoise eyes gleamed with something indefinable. Am I really?
Yes. You are.
She lowered her gaze to his crotch and licked her lips. His erection throbbed with the need to be
touched. She sank to her knees and leaned forward until her red mouth hovered over his cock. She
rolled her eyes up to meet his. Her pink tongue flicked over his skin, feather light, and he groaned.
God, baby, suck my cock, he begged.
One corner of her mouth lifted in a teasing half-smile.

You havent earned that yet, she said. She planted a gentle kiss on the tip of his cock, and then rose
gracefully to her feet. His hips strained toward her, desperate.
What do you want? He gazed up at her; she seemed unbearably beautiful, unearthly in her perfection.
She was a goddess, and he was her slave, worshipping at her dainty feet.
She gave him a smile full of darkness. I want to find out if the things that make you come in cyber-land
still make you come when theyre real.
Pete nodded. His heart was hammering against his ribs, and his whole body burned. I want you to do
those things to me, he said.
babysmiled that deliciously wicked smile again. She took his face in both small hands and bent towards
him.
Kiss me, she whispered. He closed the space between them and pressed his mouth to hers.
Her lips parted under his, her tongue slithering into his mouth. Her kiss was hot and fierce, deep and
demanding. When she pulled away, he whimpered from the loss. He licked his lips; her lipstick tasted like
cherries. He stared up into her glowing eyes and couldnt speak.
Dont worry, my sweet, innocent boy, she crooned. Ill be very gentle with you.
He didnt know what he was about to say. Whatever it was flew straight out of his head when a searing
pain shot through his right nipple. He glanced down and gasped when he saw the small metal clamp
digging into the tender flesh. Baby flicked it with a fingernail the color of a blood clot, sending another
bolt of pain through him.
Do you like that, darling? She bent and kissed him, a light brush of lips.
Fuck, yeah.
She smiled, and pain blazed in his other nipple. Her fingers twisted both clamps at the same time, and he
screamed.baby kissed him hard, plunging her tongue into this mouth while she pulled and twisted the
nipple clamps. By the time she backed away, his body trembled all over and he was gasping for breath.
Hed never been so turned on in his life. His nipples throbbed with pain, and the pain was wonderful. He
felt ferociously alive.
God, it turns me on to hear you scream, baby said. She whirled around and strode over to a cabinet
set into the wall. She opened the door and pulled something out. Pete watched the muscles working in
her back, her shoulder blades standing out like birds wings. When she turned around again, he saw that
she was holding a black lacquer box. It seemed heavy.
Whats in the box? he asked.
She didnt answer him. She moved behind his chair, slim hips swaying as she walked.A rustle of satin,
and her hot lips on his neck.
Have you ever been fucked in the ass? She flicked her tongue into his ear. He drew a sharp breath.
No, he whispered.
Youve been with men before. It wasnt a question.
Yeah.A few times.But I always topped, I never bottomed. Are are you gonna
Yes, she said. I am. Dont worry, my love. My playthings wont damage you.
But youre going to hurt me.

Oh, yes. You want that, dont you?Sweet, dirty boy. She pulled his head back by the hair. He stared
up into her eyes. Tell me what you want me to do to you, she said, and ran her tongue over his parted
lips.
I want you to do the things you do to me when we talk online.
Want to hear you say it. She bit his lip hard enough to draw blood. Want to hear those filthy words
from that sweet, pretty mouth.
He swallowed. I want you to fuck my ass. Stick your toys up my ass, and fuck me.
She smiled. Youre so good.So obedient. She kissed him once more, softly, and let go of his hair. He
heard the whisper of satin as she knelt behind him. So the opening in the seat of the chair was for what
hed thought.
He gasped when he felt a slick finger against his hole. Her nail scraped teasingly across the sensitive skin
as she rubbed him with lube.
Fuck, baby. Stick your fingers in me.
Mm. Yes. One slim finger pressed inside him, the nail scratching the delicate tissue. He moaned and
tried to push against her hand. She shoved another finger in.
You like that, dont you? she said. A third digit inserted to the hilt, twisting and making him squirm.
Yeah, Christ.
Im taking your virginity, you know.

Pete didnt know what to say, and reallydidnt care. His cock felt ready to burst, his nipples burned, and
he ached to be penetrated by more than just fingers.
baby please, please
Hush, darling. Your babys going to take care of you.
babypulled her fingers out, and something hard and slick probed at his hole. It felt huge. He moaned as
the toy opened him, stretched him, and filled him up. The sensation was like nothing hed ever known,
pain and pleasure mingling until he wasnt sure which was which. Then it began to vibrate inside him,
sending waves of scorching bliss crashing over him, and he cried out.
Feels so good,doesnt it? babys breath was soft and sweet on his ear. She appeared in front of him
again, a predatory smile curving her luscious lips. He couldnt speak; his vision blurred, the blood
pounded in his ears.baby hiked her skirt up around her thighs and straddled his lap, planting her knees on
either side of his hips.
Do you like how my butt plug fills you up? She raked her fingers through his hair, kissed his open
mouth.
Fuck, yeah.
Would you like to fuck me? Shove your cock inside me and fuck me good while my toys in your ass?
Yes, God, please let me fuck you. Pete thought he might die if he didnt come soon. He knew he
wouldnt last once he was inside baby, but he didnt care. He had to have her, if only for a moment.
She got off his lap and backed up a pace, and he groaned in frustration. Please, baby.
Her blue-green eyes were stern. I want you to know me first.

Pete frowned. What do you mean? Are you gonna tell me your name now?
babysmiled, and the smile seemed sad.Maybe. But thats not what I meant. I dont usually give my
lovers this choice, you know. But youre special to me, and I need you to know.
She slipped the dress straps off her shoulders; the garmentpuddled at her feet and she kicked it aside.
Pete stared, unbelieving, at the smooth chest, the hard-muscled abdomen. And the long, thick, erect
cock held against the flat belly by a silver chain threaded through a ring in its head and attached at either
end to matching nipple rings. He stared, and imagined what it would feel like to have that inside him
instead of a toy.
He raised his eyes to babys face. The liquid gaze seemed lonely to him now.
So, baby said. You know me now. Do you still want me?
Pete didnt stop to think. This wasnt just some random cross-dressing guy. This was baby; this was the
person hed shared his deepest thoughts and dreams with. This was the first person hed felt truly
connected to in his entire life. It was baby he wanted, whatever that meant. He stared at the delicate,
lovely man standing naked before him and answered the only way he could.
Yes. His voice was raw with need.baby smiled at him, and it felt like sunshine and summer breezes.
babyswayed back over to the chair, picked up a tube of gel off the floor, and straddled Petes lap again.
Her eyesno, his, Pete reminded himself, his eyesshone as he leaned in and pressed his moist red lips
to Petes. They kissed, baby rubbing his cock against Petes until Pete thought hed go mad.
Let me inside you, baby, Pete begged.
babybit his lip and raised up on his knees. Ive dreamed of this, he said, and smiled.
He squeezed some lube onto his hand, coated Petes aching cock with it,then reached between his own
legs to slick his opening. His eyes burned into Petes as he grasped Petes shaft and slowly impaled
himself.
babysbody was burning hot inside, cloud-soft molten heat around Petes cock. He moaned into babys
mouth when he kissed him again.baby was moaning too, little cooing birdlike sounds as he moved in
Petes lap, Petes cock slip-sliding in and out, in and out, babys cock hot and hard between them, the
chain catching on Petes nipple clamps. Pete stared into babys eyes, those hypnotic ocean-water eyes,
and felt a wash of love spread through him. He belonged to baby now.
He screamed as his orgasm slammed into him, bowing his spine and shaking him in his seat.baby came at
the same time. Warm slippery fluid flowed down their pressed-together bellies. When it was over, baby
held Petes face in his hands and kissed him tenderly.
I love you, baby, Pete whispered. He stared into babys eyes and wished he could touch him.
babycaressed Petes cheeks, rubbing his thumbs across his lips. My namesAdrian.
He unlocked Petes chains and led him to his private apartment with a huge bay window overlooking the
city. They played more games together before they fell asleep on the bed, with babys head pillowed on
Petes chest, and Petes arms holding him close.
No one at the conference ever noticed Pete was missing. The hotel noticed, however, when Pete failed
to check out. After nearly a month of halfhearted searching, the police declared his case closed and took
the flyers down off the post office walls. Petes boss shrugged, and told the security guard that, if he
showed up, to tell him his ass was fired, and to get the hell out.
Pete didnt know or care. His old life was like a bad dream now, the memories tattered and faded and
harmless. Hed found his home in babys arms.
DreamA Little Dream
"Dream A Little Dream" first appeared in theoringinal slashezine Forbidden Fruit in the winter 2005
issue. This is much, much darker than most of my later stories. You have been warned.
*****
Roland screamed when he came, his cock buried to the hilt in Jon's ass.
He always screamed. It used to turn Jon on, but lately he'd grown thoroughly sick of it. He still loved
Roland though, didn't want to hurt his feelings by complaining about something so inconsequential. So he
rolled his eyes and bit his tongue. And of course when Roland went to work sucking him off, he forgot all
about such petty annoyances. He leaned on his elbows and watched Roland's lovely mouth wrapped
around his dick, cheeks hollowed and throat working. He came quickly, as always. Roland had an
undeniable talent for sucking cock.
Afterward, as he drifted into sleep with Roland's tousled blond head pillowed on his chest, Jon thought
he saw a shadow flit past the window. He cranked his resisting lids up and frowned at the city night
outside. But the shadow - an oddly human shaped one, Jon thought - didn't appear again, and before
many minutes had passed Jon was sound asleep.
*****
Cmon, Jon, just try it once. Itll be fun, I promise.
No.
Dont be that way, baby.Just this once, for me. Please?

I said no,dammit !
Jon, come on, quit being so fucking selfish!
Jon sighed and rubbed both hands across his face. Roland was back at it again, trying to bully him into a
threesome. It was something Roland had wanted to do for a long time, but Jon had never felt comfortable
with it, and he was sick to death of arguing about it.
Roland, why cant you understand that I just do not feelcomfortable inviting another man into bed with
us? I know you want to try it, and Id do it for you if I thought I could, but I just cant. Im sorry.
Yeah, sure, Roland mumbled under his breath. Fine, be that way. But this isnt over.
Jon glanced sharply at him. Whats that supposed to mean?
Nothing, nothing, Roland said, waving a dismissive hand. Gotta go to work now, see you later.
Bye.
He bent and kissed Jon with cool dry lips, then strode out the door and slammed it behind him.
Love you, Jon said to the closed door.
*****
The day passed slowly. Jon tidied up the apartment then sat down to write the article he was supposed
to be working on. The words wouldnt come. He went for a run, took a long hot bath, and sat down in
front of the blank screen again. He managed a few listless paragraphs before admitting to himself that this
just wasnt going to happen today and heading for the bar around the corner.
When he wandered back home a couple of hours later, Roland was already there. And he wasnt alone.
Jon! Roland exclaimed, gray eyes sparking with anger. Where the hell have you been?
Uh, just to Harrys, Jon said, meaning the bar. Whos that? He nodded toward the silent stranger
sitting beside Roland on the couch.
This is Jeremiah, Roland said. Jeremiah, this is Jon.
Jeremiah rose gracefully to his feet and held out a long, elegant hand. Jon shook it automatically. He
couldnt stop staring at Jeremiahs face, ivory pale with big dark chocolate eyes and hair the color of
redwood waving down to the middle of his back.
Lovely to meet you, Jon, Jeremiahs voice rubbed over Jons skin like a cat and he shivered.
Nice to meet you too, Jon managed.
Hey, Roland said, coming over to take Jons hands in his, you remember what we were talking about
this morning?
Of course, Jon answered, faintly irritated.Same old argument. What of it?
Roland glanced over at Jeremiah and suddenly Jon understood. He yanked his hands away and backed
up, shaking his head.
Oh, no. No, no, no.I told you I dont want to do that, Roland. No offense or anything, Jeremiah, its
notyou, I dont want to have a threesome with anybody. And Roland knows that.
He glared at Roland with fire in his pale blue eyes. Roland sighed and turned to Jeremiah.
Well, he said, looks likeits plan B, man.
Jeremiah nodded and stepped forward. Jon wasnt at all sure that he liked the predatory gleam in the
other mans eyes.
What the fucks going on? Jon demanded, backing away from Jeremiahs graceful gliding form.
Roland moved up and pulled Jon into his arms. He smoothed the unruly golden brown curls away from
Jons face and kissed him gently.
Im sorry, baby, he said.
Jon frowned, but before he could form another question Roland stepped back and Jeremiahs fingers
clamped onto Jons face, lifting his chin and forcing him to meet his gaze. He stared into those liquid
depths and felt himself falling, tumbling helplessly into Jeremiahs eyes. The room started whirling around
him; his vision narrowed to a pinpoint and everything went black.
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Roland stared down at Jons still form curled on the sofa where Jeremiah had put him when he
collapsed. Hed already begun to regret having agreed to this little tryst. Why, he thought, had he found it
such an irresistible idea in the first place? He couldnt remember anymore.
He sat down beside Jon and ran his fingers through his partners silky hair. He remembered vividly the
first time theyd made love, the way Jons soft curls had tickled the insides of his thighs. Theyd been so
crazy for each other then, so in love. They couldnt bear to be apart; they shared everything. Roland
wasnt sure when or how things had changed, but somewhere along the way theyd lost that closeness,
leaving only sex without real intimacy.Great sex, true, but ultimately unsatisfying.
That, he thought, was why hed agreed to do this. He desperately missed being close to Jon. He still
loved him, and he wanted that effortless intimacy again. And Jeremiah had offered him a way to get it
back. So he hadnt questioned why Jeremiah had been lurking outside their building, hadnt questioned
the things hed said he could do either. Why did I just believe him without question? Roland thought; it
doesnt make sense. And now, gazing at his lover of many years lying still and quiet beside him, he was
having second thoughts.
Roland glanced up at Jeremiah. I dont know about this. You sure you can do it?
Jeremiah smiled. Im sure. Ive done it many times. Its my particular gift.
Yeah, well, Roland said, youll have to excuse me if Im a little skeptical. I mean, come on, its pretty
hard to believe that anyone would be able to make people read each others thoughts, you know?
Its nothing so simple, or so crude, Jeremiah said. It wont work with just anyone, only two people
who already have a connection of some sort. And you wont be able to read each othersthoughts, youll
just get a strong but general sense of how the other feels. Thats all. It should be enough, though.
Roland nodded thoughtfully.
And why does it have to involve sex? he asked. You know this wouldve been a whole lot less
complicated if we didnt have to make Jon do the threesome thing. He shook his head. Idunno , man,
Im thinking this was a mistake. Maybe you should just go. I didnt want him hurt.
Hell be fine as soon as I bring him out of the trance, Jeremiah said. Sex is necessary because it
lowers defenses. It makes us vulnerable, more receptive to each other, even if only on a subconscious
level. And didnt you say youd wanted a threesome for some time?
Yeah, Roland reluctantly agreed. But Jon didnt. He never did. We shouldnt make him, its wrong.
I can bring you together again, the way you want to be, Jeremiah said. Isnt that worth it? Its only a
small deception, after all. Hell be under my influence the wholetime, hell truly believe that he wants it
too. He wont be forced into anything, not really.
Maybe so, Roland said softly, but its still wrong. I dont know why I couldnt see that before. Wake
him up now,then leave. Well find another way to save our relationship. Im sorry to waste your time.
Roland, look at me.
Roland raised his eyes hesitantly to meet Jeremiahs. The dark gaze locked onto him like a vice.
I swear to you, Jeremiah said, Jon will come to no harm. He will enjoy himself, and afterward he will
come out of the trance with no ill effects. You want this, Roland, dont deny yourself. Ive promised you
that Jon will be safe, and I always keep my promises.
Jeremiahs voice, so soothing and reasonable, lulled away Rolands fears. And as he stared into
Jeremiahs dark eyes, all uncertainty vanished. He smiled.
Lets do it.
*****
Roland wasnt sure what hed expected when Jon woke, but this wasnt it. Jon seemed wrong
somehow, not all there. Roland gazed at him with eyes full of worry.
Hey, he said, you okay, baby?
Jon smiled sweetly and pulled Roland into his arms. Im fine. Lets fuck. He ground his crotch against
Rolands thigh and Roland could feel his erection through his jeans.
Uh, yeah, Roland answered breathlessly. He glanced at Jeremiah over Jons shoulder; Jon, busy
sucking at Rolands neck, didnt notice.
Roland crooked a finger, beckoning Jeremiah over. Jeremiah sidled up behind him, wrapping his arms
around Rolands waist so that Roland was sandwiched between the two other men.
Is he supposed to be this way? Roland whispered. He doesnt seem like himself.
Jeremiah bent down, brushing his lips against Rolands ear. Hes still under my influence. I told you he
would be. Otherwise he would not be so agreeable, would he?
No, guess not, Roland conceded.
Roland, Jon moaned, I want you so bad, baby, come on,lets fuck, right now! He wound a hand
into Rolands hair and kissed him hard.
Wha... mm... boutJermiah? Roland mumbled around Jons tongue.
Jon answered by pulling Jeremiahs face to his and kissing him too, licking and nibbling at his lips.
Roland watched, weak kneed with arousal.
Bed, Jon growled when he finally broke the kiss.
They stumbled to the bedroom, throwing clothes off as they went, and fell in a naked heap onto the bed.
Roland felt dizzy with desire, his head spinning from the sight of Jon on all fours, begging to be fucked by
both of them. Hed imagined it so many times, but never thought hed actually experience it. He pulled
Jon into his arms.
I love you so much, Jon, he whispered. Thank you.
Jon smiled and pressed a tender kiss to his lips. Youre welcome, he said. I love you too. Now tell
your sexy friend there to bend me over and fuck me before I explode.
Roland couldnt help laughing. Jon grinned and shoved him down on his back, then bent and licked a
long, wet line up his swollen shaft.
Tell him, he murmured. He opened his mouth and slid Rolands thick length into his throat.
Uh... oh, oh god... Roland swallowed twice and finally managed to speak. Jeremiah, he gasped,
fuckhim.
Jeremiah complied without a word. He produced a small bottle of lube from somewhere, smeared a
generous amount on his cock and on Jons opening, and penetrated Jon with one slow, smooth motion.
Jon moaned low in his throat, producing a delicious vibration which thrummed up Rolands spine and set
his skin tingling. Roland threaded his fingers through Jons soft curls and fucked his mouth in an easy
rhythm.
Jeremiah came first, growling like an animal and pounding into Jons body with all his strength. He pulled
out with a sigh, then grasped Jons shoulders and tore him away from Rolands cock.
Let me taste him now, Jeremiah said, flicking his tongue into Jons ear.
Jon gazed so forlornly at Rolands erection, glistening with saliva still, that Roland had to stifle a giggle.
Come up here, baby, Roland said, and let me suck you off. You know how much I love doing that.
Jon grinned. I know. He scooted up until he was kneeling over Rolands face. Roland grabbed his hips
firmly in both hands and pulled him down. Jon lowered his cock into Rolands open mouth and let out a
blissful sigh.
Roland heard his own moans as if from a great distance. His head buzzed, his pulse roared in his ears.
Nothing in the world had ever feltso amazing as Jons thick cock filling his throat while Jeremiahs plush
mouth and strong hands pushed him closer and closer to the edge.
The orgasm hit him with the force of a speeding train, and he screamed around Jons flesh as his semen
pumped into Jeremiahs mouth. Tremors shook him from head to toe as Jeremiah sucked him dry.And
kept on sucking. A sharp, tugging pain started in his cock. He struggled, but Jeremiahs mouth remained
locked to his flesh. He could hear the wet suckling noises Jeremiah made. Roland pushed on Jons hips,
trying to get his mouth free so he could tell Jeremiah to stop. But Jon dug his knees into the mattress and
pushed down, shoving himself hard into Rolands throat and cutting off his breath.
Panic took control and Roland thrashed wildly, kicking and hitting, tossing his head around. Nothing he
did worked. Jon kept fucking his mouth relentlessly, moaning and thrusting as if he couldnt feel Rolands
distress. Maybe he cant, Roland thought as his ears began ringing and his limbs grew weak.
The fierce pain in Rolands cock was the only thing he could feel anymore, Jeremiahs mouth pulling
mercilessly at him. His vision began to fade, his struggles trailed off and ceased altogether. He wished he
could see Jons face.
Jeremiah, you bastard, you did this, he thought. You said you could help, you liar.
Jeremiahs voice echoed in his skull as consciousness faded: I can. But I never said I would.
Tears leaked from Rolands eyes. Im sorry Jon, he thought. Then oblivion washed over him and all the
pain disappeared.
*****
Yes... yes... yes... Roland, God, your mouth feels so fucking great...
Jon heard those words and wondered who had spoken them. It took him a moment to realize that he
himself had said it. He was naked, kneeling over Rolands face, his cock inside the familiar warmth of
Rolands mouth. The unexpected delight of waking up that way sent him hurtling headlong toward
orgasm.
He sat up on his knees, hands clenched in Rolands hair, wanting to look into Rolands eyes when he
came. But something, he thought even through the fire in his brain, was dreadfully wrong. He realized
what it was just as his orgasm ripped through him.
He pulled out and fell backwards over Rolands body, screaming as fast as he could draw breath. Thick
strings of semen splashed onto Rolands slack lips, into his open and unblinking eyes. Jon scrambled
backward, fell off the bed and huddled on the floor, whimpering. He stared at what lay on the bed,
seeing it in snapshots.
Rolands skin, whiter than paper, thin and wrinkled.Eyes sunken in their sockets. Two ragged holes in
the side of his slack penis, little streams of blood leaking from each.His own cum glistening on Rolands
dead face. The knowledge was too terrible to bear. He squeezed his eyes shut.
Its just a dream, he whispered. Just a dream, just a dream...
Eventually hed convinced himself sufficiently to risk opening his eyes again. He peeked through one
slitted lid and breathed a sigh of relief.
Asleep, he said to himself. Just asleep, thats all.
Chuckling athis own silliness in being fooled by a bad dream, Jon climbed back into bed and pulled
Roland into his arms. He willed himself not to feel the limpness of Rolands body, the coolness of his
skin. He blinded himself to the blood stains on Rolands groin and the semen drying on his face. Its all a
dream, he told himself.Just a dream.
He slipped into sleep believing in the illusion of Rolands warmth, his gentle breathing. But when his
dreams came, Rolands screams echoed in his soul.
THE END

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Love YouTo Pieces

In The Arms of the River God

Taste of Sun and Sea

Happiness IsA Warm Boy

Pure Morning After

DreamA Little Dream

So, Tom said as he sat down on Johnnys lap, wheres my surprise?

Youre making me hard, Tom whispered against Johnnys lips.

Tommy, Johnny giggled, I think you should answer the door.

Dont you want your surprise?

Tom eyed him suspiciously. Thats my surprise?

Oh! Uh, yes, yes of course, Tom stammered. Do come in.

Tom darted a questioning glance at Johnny. Johnny smirked.

Tom raised his eyebrows at Brian.Really?

Hey, he said, you fucking lied!

This, Tom said, is fucking huge. You said it was miniscule.Liar.

Im a filthy whore, Brian echoed obediently.

*smack* Louder, whore.

Fuck yeah, Brian panted. Cmon, fuck me!

Tom frowned. Huh?

Think Ill have that lovely mouth, Tom said.

God, so good, Brian moaned.

Ohjesusfuckingchrist, Johnny breathed. Im gonna come.

But daddy, Brian whined, my cocks so fucking hard!

Its flavored lube, Einstein, Johnny said, laughing.

Youre lovely when you come, you know? he said.

Oh, of course!Johnny smiled. What is it?

Tom gave him an evil grin. Brian?

Brian struck a pose and smiled.Surprise.

Love YouTo Pieces

Damn, baby, he growled. I like that sound.

The moan was louder that time. Mark laughed.Caveman.

An odd expression crossed Jorges face. I thought that was you.

Wasnt me, man.

Well, if it wasnt you, and it wasnt me, then who...?

Big, dead, cannibalistic roaches.

shoved Jorge away, and scrambled out of reach.

What the fuck, Jorge? he spluttered. Whyd you bite me?

Stupid fucking zombies, he muttered.Taking my man away. Dammit!

Something, he thought, is definitely wrong with this picture.

Hungry, an unfamiliar voice wheezed. A chorus of voices echoed it.

Mark closed his eyes. Oh, fuck.

Jorge? What the fuck happened?

Dont know. It aint good though.

The zombies all over him.Eating him alive.

Mark wrinkled his nose. Jorge, man, you look gross.

Christ! You goddamn zombies ate my insides out! Fuck!

Thats when it hit him.

Its not his fault, a feminine voice shrilled.

Love you too.Cmere .

Life as a zombie, he figured, was going to be interesting.

Lets fuck, Mark suggested.

Mark grinned. Fuck, yeah.

There were definite advantages to being dead.

Tell me what it feels like.

Want me to do you now?

Whatsgonna happen to us, you think?

Jorges arms tightened around Marks waist. Metoo, baby.Me too.

I feel weird, Jorge.

You think were gonna die for real now?

I figure so, yeah.

smack Louder, whore.