Just Desserts

An anthology of hot men who think they've got the sex angles all figured out...until they experience some sort of payback that proves them wrong!

Our hero thinks he's in love with a hot dancer named Bastian. Tonight our man's going to make a judgment call. Will Bastian reward his loyalty or take the money and run? Deke was bad news. His dad had to get him out of LA. The big city was corrupting. Sending him off to live with a former army buddy was expected to be the answer. Wasn't it? Arnie was a hard core and very deadly escort. His clients only called him once. Now the lover of one of his clients wants Arnie to replace the man he killed. Peter was a toilet troll. He got his kicks doing the nastiest shit with the nastiest people, and someone has been watching. Now he wants Peter to know that he knows all about it.

Zander's Place is the excerpt from the upcoming novel The Caretaker. Zander is an idealistic young man whose aim in life is to build a retirement home for elder experienced kinksters and fetishists. Has he bitten off more than he can chew or will his band of 'merry men' protect him?

Excerpt from: Judgment Call

This night was like the first night, like all the nights that had followed. I stopped in for a drink on the way home from work and there he was, a pure vision of delicious fantasy. No matter how loud, slow or brash the music got, he continued to move as if he was making love to the audience.

He was loose and limber and his hips swayed seductively to the music. He had a beautifully rounded ass that would be tight and cylindrical one minute; then on the turn of a bass note, he would squat and his ass would spread round and full. Its suppleness begged to be squeezed, to be held in the large hands of a man who could appreciate its duality.

The strap of the g-string kept his asshole just out of view. Every time he squatted I got a blast of the musty smell of him as it wafted past my nose and reeled me in. His caramel-colored skin stretched over tight muscle everywhere you looked. The pouch of his jock filled to capacity, and the smallest glimpse of smoothly shaven testicles played with my imagination. I imagined grasping his balls firmly in my hands, rolling them over my tongue. The round swell of his cockhead pressed against the almost sheer fabric. His cock was thick and cut, and I could look as close as I wanted and still not imagine the magnificence of him so deftly hidden from view.

He leaned back and rolled his rippling belly muscles like a snake charmer, knowing all eyes were riveted to his every sensuous move and motion. The sweat glistened over his pecs and highlighted his pert copper nipples and round brown areolas. The spotlight that hit all the dancers barely brushed over his muscled torso. His clean-shaven head shone in the light, while one thin braid centered just to the right of his forehead fell repeatedly over his face, swinging wildly about his head as a result of his constant movements.

I checked my watch and realized that it was almost time for the first break, which would last a half an hour. It would give me plenty of time to do what I came here tonight to do. I patted my jacket pocket to be sure that I would be prepared. I left my drink and slipped unnoticed toward the back of the bar, where the dressing rooms were.

I found the door to the room that I was searching for. I'd followed him previous nights until I was sure this was the room he shared with the other dancers, where they changed, dropping their sweaty jockstraps into a pile by the door. I quickly entered and closed the door behind me and waited.