{"product_id":"2940149338078","title":"The More The Merrier","description":"Some guys simply can’t get enough!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWhether it’s an impecunious male stripper doing it at the behest of his ambitious boyfriend, a Victorian-era working class lad doing it to get information, a guy in drag for Halloween whose boyfriend can’t get it up anymore, or a guy who wants to teach his boyfriend a lesson, some men love the excitement of multiple partners where they are the focus of attention. Here are ten stories of the raunchiest gangbang erotica available from one of the best writers of the genre.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eExcerpt from: Buck's Night\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Suck it, slut,” Walsh demanded none too pleasantly.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI didn’t want to, and I sure wasn’t going to without permission. It was six months to my final exams, and I had no intention of spending them on the street. I glanced over at my boyfriend Rhys. He shrugged, but smiled encouragement. I noticed, too, that he was hard as stone in his jeans. I didn’t like this change in the schedule, but I had to admit my socks were bulging with cash, so a quick mouth job on the wedding boy, and then out of there. I’d kept my identity secret, coincidentally making enough in tips to see me through next semester. I’d actually be able to contribute to the household budget for a change.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIt had all begun when Rhys had that fucking whine in his voice again. “What else can I do? I’ll have to resign from the faculty. My career is over.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Don’t be such a drama queen,” I admonished. I’d been putting up with this all morning since the stripper had canceled. “Just ring and get another one.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHe exploded. “You don’t think I’ve already tried that? It’s Saturday, for fuck’s sake. They’re all busy. And most of them don’t do gay. This same-sex wedding shit is all uncharted territory. Who knew there would be a demand for gay bachelor parties?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Some enterprising gay stud with more sense than money,” I said. Sadly, I hadn’t seen the trap coming.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Someone like you, Cal?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIn a way it was my fault. I was doing a major in Small Business at a medium-sized liberal arts university and I’d facetiously suggested as a subject for my end-of-year paper, emergent small business in the gay wedding industry. Not the catering, reception, photography, or all that pomp and paraphernalia that goes with any gender’s wedding, but small businesses that were intrinsically gay. Gay men catering to bachelor parties, for example.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI wasn’t surprised to discover a few of the local gay male sex workers had taken to advertising their services to this burgeoning field of endeavor, those of the get-rich-quick mind set, showing how little they knew about the inherently stingy nature of gay men when it came to sex. With the rush to gay marriage before the law could be overturned by a fundamentalist backlash, there was a scarcity of the raw commodity—strippers. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eRhys and I had been together almost eighteen months, all of them filled with constant whingeing when he didn’t get his way. I was trying to make our liaison work as best I could, but I was green. This was my first relationship of any duration, a weekend being my previous longest. At twenty-one, I suppose I was too young to put down roots. Plus, and I say this in all modesty, I’m quite a catch. In fact, Rhys couldn’t believe his luck when I said ‘yes’ to his offer of a place to live.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTruth be known, my agreement was to a place to live and that alone. It’s not much fun for a poor boy trying to get by on two part-time jobs and a scholarship so measly I had to borrow lube just to party. When Rhys offered his spare room at a nominal rent, and, I assumed, services rendered, I jumped at the opportunity. Rhys was pleasing on the eye, and we had already been there, done that, and enjoyed the experience. Now I could get it on a regular basis, ensuring I didn’t have to trawl the bars and waste my time and money, and I had regular meals and a nice, warm apartment with my own room.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI may have seen us as fuck buddies, unfortunately, Rhys saw us as a lot more. He saw me as a boyfriend. I argued against it as best I could, but the comfort I was experiencing as opposed to my hand-to-mouth existence prior to my move lulled me into a complacency that eventually saw Rhys move my belongings into his main bedroom. There I stayed, putting up with the odd shag and the incessant whingeing ever since.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHe was a youngish lecturer at the university, fifteen years my senior, madly seeking tenure so he was sucking up to every benefactor and faculty member who could advance his career. I suspect that on the odd occasion Rhys had literally sucked, possibly even bending over and touching his toes for a few of the older gay gentlemen on the board. Rhys would not have considered this as being unfaithful to me: all was fair in the pursuit of his career. Not that I cared particularly, except for the hypocrisy, although I was expected to remain as monogamous as a monk.","brand":"LYDIAN PRESS","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47180553486576,"sku":"2940149338078","price":8.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0737\/7593\/9824\/files\/2940149338078_p0.jpg?v=1763715155","url":"https:\/\/shop-qa.barnesandnoble.com\/products\/2940149338078","provider":"Barnes \u0026 Noble (DEV)","version":"1.0","type":"link"}