| Author: | Landon Dixon | ISBN: | 9781908192462 |
| Publisher: | Xcite Books | Publication: | June 9, 2011 |
| Imprint: | Xcite Books | Language: | English |
| Author: | Landon Dixon |
| ISBN: | 9781908192462 |
| Publisher: | Xcite Books |
| Publication: | June 9, 2011 |
| Imprint: | Xcite Books |
| Language: | English |
Hotter, harder, hungrier. Scorching man on man action from the 1800s to today. Tough guys and tender, bruisers and bum boys. All packing cock and unafraid to use it. Voyeurism, spanking, spitting, jerking, jacking, threesomes, orgies; cocksucking and ass reaming at colleges, truck stops, out in the open, in bedrooms, bathrooms, backyards, backseats of cars. These men are fuelled by lust and powered by passion, driven joyously greedy by all things blisteringly gay.
Shadow Over Southdale: ‘He thought no one was watching. He thought wrong.’ There was a man up in the tree overlooking Leneal Thompson’s backyard, as the studly guy stretched out and started jacking his donkey-dong. Voyeurism was running rampant in the Southdale subdivision, and that called for action – man-on-man action, up-close and personal.
False Fronts: Dick Polk, Hollywood PI. The dirtiest dick of the dirty thirties, willing to do almost anything to crack a case, or an ass. In this case, a movie extra swish name of Lavinder Folles hires him to find heel Tex Rodeo (a/k/a Dagskiell Goodmunderson), a fellow bit-part shadow player who’s stolen Lavinder’s heart – five hundred dollars cash, a pet snake, and ‘Grandma’s pearl’. The investigation leads Polk to a sweat-soaked marathon dance at Long Beach, where some of the contestants prove as phony as the prize money promised. Just like Hollywood facades are packed with false promise.
Stickhandling: They’d snagged third place in the hockey tournament that afternoon, were flying back to the States the following morning – and from there they’d disperse to their various college teams in the northern US. That meant tonight was the last chance for one smooth-skating finesse player to put the moves on his room and teammate Matt, the hard-checking puck hunk who might play the same game, or not. So, what was the game plan, that didn’t result in teeth going missing?
Troublemaker: Travis just can’t stay out of trouble. Whether it’s a solo handjob in a truck stop, a drive-by blowjob, or a lakefront butt-fuck; trouble just seems to follow him around. As he flees from the scene of his first great sex – in a hot tub with his one true love, the presumed drowned Donnie.
Dream Lover: It was a fetish: watching men sleep, kissing them, licking them, fondling them, fucking them while they sleep. Mancolepsy. Only, two can play at that game. Who says dreams don’t come true?
Campus See-curity: I’m a security guard. My beat is a second-rate college; my job, usually about as exciting as a Cop Rock re-run. One night, however, things really did heat up, and my nightstick got more than its usual palm piloting. This is how it went down.
Golden Boys: 1898, the Klondike – the gold rush! Jack ‘Tip’ Taylor – miner, adventurer, stock promoter, mule-skinner, sled dog musher and infamous con man – is on the trail of the Goldtwinkle Twins, Tommy Mulray and Dag Grunthle. And while he admires their body-mining technique, on one another, what he lusts after even more is the golden contents of their bulging saddlebags.
Hardboiled: Schiller is taking Hardboiled American Literature of the 1930’s, but his mind just can’t stop wandering in class, fantasizing about sexy Professor Convey. Because although the impressionable young student appreciates the hardboiled scribblings of Horace McCoy, Edward Anderson, James M. Cain and Raymond Chandler, he appreciates the hard, boiled body and hot good looks of Professor Convey even more. So, he carries his class observations out into the field, for some up-close and personal research on the hunky educator.
Dicked: A private dick surveils a scene he never wanted to see: his boyfriend getting cock-whacked by a bad-ass biker-type. He buries himself in his work to ease the pain, a woman after evidence that her husband is cheating on her with another woman. Only, things aren’t what they seem in this twisted case, and the dick’s pay-off is something entirely unexpected.
Hit On Me: ‘There was All-American athlete-academic Lester – naked as the break of day and twice as bright and beautiful. His muscular, water-washed body gleamed on full display through the clear-paned shower door. He was soaping up his ebony physique almost exactly as I’d fantasized, the needle spray of heated water cascading over his handsome, fine-featured face, his powerful, mouth-watering torso.’ A crunching tackle during a pick-up football game leads to some further rough play on the home field.
Teaming Up: When Malcolm hit fifty and flabby, he made a resolution to get back in shape before it was too late. He did not want to end up like a lot of his middle-aged insurance colleagues – nursing hernias and heart conditions and heavy loads over their belts that meant cock-sightings only with mirrors and sex on the pay-away plan. He’d run the actuarial charts, knew where he was headed unless he took action. So, he took up slo-pitch softball. There, he met Donovan, a young, free-swinging player who was out to recruit new talent for another team of guys who played a harder brand of ball. He invited Malcolm for a try-out. Play ball!
Classic: A car lot employee is hot for the owner of the dealership, a classic of around fifty with dark hair streaked white at the temples, clear grey eyes, a lush, red mouth, and a tall, lean body tanned a deep-brown. So he opts for the good kid program, trying to be the best employee a used car lot ever saw, in order to attract ‘Daddy’s’ attention, hopefully bum a ride. But when auto-man doesn’t respond, the kid decides to take the older guy for a ride, by dipping into his till. And that’s when the rubber really meets the rode.
Down On The Bayou: A plane has gone down in the steaming thick bayou, a single-engine Cessna loaded with stolen dough. Terrance Freeman is out to recover the loot, and he doesn’t care how many men he has to go through to get it.
Glory, Glory Hole: When the conversation amongst work pals turned to glory holes, Troy was more than intrigued, he was ‘in’. But when he shows up at Tony’s Sex Shop and hits the back washrooms with his bulging curiosity, he gets more than he bargained for.
Johnny Club: Johnny Club is one of Izzy Green’s bodyguards. He’s a big man, with a big reputation, for carrying a big rod. That sometimes gets the hard-loving lug in trouble, like when he turns his hose on a lad who turns out to be an operative for the Feds. That’s when things start to get really dirty. Only a good reaming will make everyone come clean.
Man Wanted: The sign on the flyblown restaurant window read: ‘Man Wanted’. To Chester, it had a double meaning, being on the run from the Law. To Russell, it had a double meaning also, needing a man to help out around his place, and his person. The wide-open spaces of 1930s Arizona sheltered all kinds of secrets, some of the best kinds.
Hood: What do you do when a young, hung man washes up on your private beach? Take him for a swim, of course, in the lake and in your bathtub. Take him deep and hard, and then deeper, and harder, until he stops making with the questions for good.
Nailed By Noir: One man’s raging Noir fetish suddenly becomes dark, dripping, black and white reality, when ‘Danger’ shows up on his doorstep.
Owner-Operator: He wrecked his truck a couple of months back, hasn’t got the cash for a new one, and his driving record is a little bumpy. So he came to Northern Roads Trucking, the discount outfit that runs on winter roads up north that are nothing more than frozen ruts on a lake, summer roads full of more craters than the moon, stocking the remotest reserves and docking at the crummiest tin can terminals. Could he handle that? ‘Let’s ride,’ was his response to the big, grizzled guy in charge.
Rendezvous in Porcelain: He was using the occasion of the week after his eighteenth birthday to attempt to progress on his personal journey to flaming gaydom, by staking out the men’s washroom/changeroom at the local beach that had a reputation for being a meet/meat market. But after four straight days of beach bumming, he’d gotten nothing more than a few glimpses of shrivelled prick at the urinals and one raging sunburn. Until the Nubian god’s bladder reached maximum capacity, that is.
Hotter, harder, hungrier. Scorching man on man action from the 1800s to today. Tough guys and tender, bruisers and bum boys. All packing cock and unafraid to use it. Voyeurism, spanking, spitting, jerking, jacking, threesomes, orgies; cocksucking and ass reaming at colleges, truck stops, out in the open, in bedrooms, bathrooms, backyards, backseats of cars. These men are fuelled by lust and powered by passion, driven joyously greedy by all things blisteringly gay.
Shadow Over Southdale: ‘He thought no one was watching. He thought wrong.’ There was a man up in the tree overlooking Leneal Thompson’s backyard, as the studly guy stretched out and started jacking his donkey-dong. Voyeurism was running rampant in the Southdale subdivision, and that called for action – man-on-man action, up-close and personal.
False Fronts: Dick Polk, Hollywood PI. The dirtiest dick of the dirty thirties, willing to do almost anything to crack a case, or an ass. In this case, a movie extra swish name of Lavinder Folles hires him to find heel Tex Rodeo (a/k/a Dagskiell Goodmunderson), a fellow bit-part shadow player who’s stolen Lavinder’s heart – five hundred dollars cash, a pet snake, and ‘Grandma’s pearl’. The investigation leads Polk to a sweat-soaked marathon dance at Long Beach, where some of the contestants prove as phony as the prize money promised. Just like Hollywood facades are packed with false promise.
Stickhandling: They’d snagged third place in the hockey tournament that afternoon, were flying back to the States the following morning – and from there they’d disperse to their various college teams in the northern US. That meant tonight was the last chance for one smooth-skating finesse player to put the moves on his room and teammate Matt, the hard-checking puck hunk who might play the same game, or not. So, what was the game plan, that didn’t result in teeth going missing?
Troublemaker: Travis just can’t stay out of trouble. Whether it’s a solo handjob in a truck stop, a drive-by blowjob, or a lakefront butt-fuck; trouble just seems to follow him around. As he flees from the scene of his first great sex – in a hot tub with his one true love, the presumed drowned Donnie.
Dream Lover: It was a fetish: watching men sleep, kissing them, licking them, fondling them, fucking them while they sleep. Mancolepsy. Only, two can play at that game. Who says dreams don’t come true?
Campus See-curity: I’m a security guard. My beat is a second-rate college; my job, usually about as exciting as a Cop Rock re-run. One night, however, things really did heat up, and my nightstick got more than its usual palm piloting. This is how it went down.
Golden Boys: 1898, the Klondike – the gold rush! Jack ‘Tip’ Taylor – miner, adventurer, stock promoter, mule-skinner, sled dog musher and infamous con man – is on the trail of the Goldtwinkle Twins, Tommy Mulray and Dag Grunthle. And while he admires their body-mining technique, on one another, what he lusts after even more is the golden contents of their bulging saddlebags.
Hardboiled: Schiller is taking Hardboiled American Literature of the 1930’s, but his mind just can’t stop wandering in class, fantasizing about sexy Professor Convey. Because although the impressionable young student appreciates the hardboiled scribblings of Horace McCoy, Edward Anderson, James M. Cain and Raymond Chandler, he appreciates the hard, boiled body and hot good looks of Professor Convey even more. So, he carries his class observations out into the field, for some up-close and personal research on the hunky educator.
Dicked: A private dick surveils a scene he never wanted to see: his boyfriend getting cock-whacked by a bad-ass biker-type. He buries himself in his work to ease the pain, a woman after evidence that her husband is cheating on her with another woman. Only, things aren’t what they seem in this twisted case, and the dick’s pay-off is something entirely unexpected.
Hit On Me: ‘There was All-American athlete-academic Lester – naked as the break of day and twice as bright and beautiful. His muscular, water-washed body gleamed on full display through the clear-paned shower door. He was soaping up his ebony physique almost exactly as I’d fantasized, the needle spray of heated water cascading over his handsome, fine-featured face, his powerful, mouth-watering torso.’ A crunching tackle during a pick-up football game leads to some further rough play on the home field.
Teaming Up: When Malcolm hit fifty and flabby, he made a resolution to get back in shape before it was too late. He did not want to end up like a lot of his middle-aged insurance colleagues – nursing hernias and heart conditions and heavy loads over their belts that meant cock-sightings only with mirrors and sex on the pay-away plan. He’d run the actuarial charts, knew where he was headed unless he took action. So, he took up slo-pitch softball. There, he met Donovan, a young, free-swinging player who was out to recruit new talent for another team of guys who played a harder brand of ball. He invited Malcolm for a try-out. Play ball!
Classic: A car lot employee is hot for the owner of the dealership, a classic of around fifty with dark hair streaked white at the temples, clear grey eyes, a lush, red mouth, and a tall, lean body tanned a deep-brown. So he opts for the good kid program, trying to be the best employee a used car lot ever saw, in order to attract ‘Daddy’s’ attention, hopefully bum a ride. But when auto-man doesn’t respond, the kid decides to take the older guy for a ride, by dipping into his till. And that’s when the rubber really meets the rode.
Down On The Bayou: A plane has gone down in the steaming thick bayou, a single-engine Cessna loaded with stolen dough. Terrance Freeman is out to recover the loot, and he doesn’t care how many men he has to go through to get it.
Glory, Glory Hole: When the conversation amongst work pals turned to glory holes, Troy was more than intrigued, he was ‘in’. But when he shows up at Tony’s Sex Shop and hits the back washrooms with his bulging curiosity, he gets more than he bargained for.
Johnny Club: Johnny Club is one of Izzy Green’s bodyguards. He’s a big man, with a big reputation, for carrying a big rod. That sometimes gets the hard-loving lug in trouble, like when he turns his hose on a lad who turns out to be an operative for the Feds. That’s when things start to get really dirty. Only a good reaming will make everyone come clean.
Man Wanted: The sign on the flyblown restaurant window read: ‘Man Wanted’. To Chester, it had a double meaning, being on the run from the Law. To Russell, it had a double meaning also, needing a man to help out around his place, and his person. The wide-open spaces of 1930s Arizona sheltered all kinds of secrets, some of the best kinds.
Hood: What do you do when a young, hung man washes up on your private beach? Take him for a swim, of course, in the lake and in your bathtub. Take him deep and hard, and then deeper, and harder, until he stops making with the questions for good.
Nailed By Noir: One man’s raging Noir fetish suddenly becomes dark, dripping, black and white reality, when ‘Danger’ shows up on his doorstep.
Owner-Operator: He wrecked his truck a couple of months back, hasn’t got the cash for a new one, and his driving record is a little bumpy. So he came to Northern Roads Trucking, the discount outfit that runs on winter roads up north that are nothing more than frozen ruts on a lake, summer roads full of more craters than the moon, stocking the remotest reserves and docking at the crummiest tin can terminals. Could he handle that? ‘Let’s ride,’ was his response to the big, grizzled guy in charge.
Rendezvous in Porcelain: He was using the occasion of the week after his eighteenth birthday to attempt to progress on his personal journey to flaming gaydom, by staking out the men’s washroom/changeroom at the local beach that had a reputation for being a meet/meat market. But after four straight days of beach bumming, he’d gotten nothing more than a few glimpses of shrivelled prick at the urinals and one raging sunburn. Until the Nubian god’s bladder reached maximum capacity, that is.
