by Tavish
“Oh, Barry, yeah,” he said, breaking out in an unmistakably horny grin. “He came to see the place last week. Big guy,” he added after a moment, and his eyes dipped down to my crotch.
“I’m not so small myself, as a matter of fact,” I said, unbuttoning my 501s as Zeke’s mouth literally started watering. I’d come prepared, and in no time I was capped in a mint-flavored rubber. Zeke peeled off his short, revealing a skinny chest with a trail of dark hair from his tits to his pubes, but left his jeans on for the moment.
For a few moments, Zeke didn’t close his jaws. He just let my rigid tool hover there, poised in the center of his open mouth, stimulated only by the warm current of his breath. Then he tilted his head back, gingerly extended the tip of his tongue, and encircled my mushroom-shaped dome.
Pretty soon, he’d sucked me all the way down and gnawed on my balls. That just about sent me over the edge. A rough climax took over my senses as I jammed myself as deeply inside him as I could go. As the spunk rushed out of me to fill the condom, I began pumping my hips madly, my bloated nutsac slapping his bearded chin. The stiff little hairs tickled, getting me off even more intensely.
I was still coming hard when Zeke made these fake swallowing movements with his throat, like I was pouring fine wine into his gullet. At the same time, he unzipped his own jeans and started pulling his prong, blowing a load of cum onto the floor between us. The spicy aroma reached my nostrils too, and for a moment there it really seemed like he was drinking my sauce. To complete the illusion, he scooped up some of his own and smeared it all over his chin and chest hairs.
When I had nothing left to give, I pulled my cock out of his mouth with a pop.
“Say hi to Barry for me,” he said.
“I will. And I’ll think about the room.”
“You do that,” he said, grinning. “You can see it again sometime if you want.”
I nodded and left, my nuts throbbing happily in my cum-stained shorts. One day soon I just might do that.
Yes, Master
Take a walk on the steamy side of town with YES, MASTER, a hot new collection of four scorching m/m tales by Tavish Lee.
In FARM HANDS, Billy decides to hire some new farm workers from the pool of eager college students on break. It doesn’t take him long to find just the guy. Jimmy Joe is a student at the nearby university who’s grown up working the land with his family. Billy’s willing to give him a chance and teach him everything he needs to know, but in the process Jimmy Joe will have to lose something: his cherry.
DIFFERENT STROKES heads to a popular gay seaside resort, where two longtime companions decide to spice up their relationship by slipping into the shadowed entrance to the local underground leather bar. There they encounter the legendary Styx, master of the underworld, who has plenty to teach them about starting over.
In GORDON’S GAME, a newcomer to San Francisco in the carefree days of 1977 decides to get his feet—and plenty else—wet in the big leagues when he ventures out into the local bar scene for the very first time.
Finally, a magnificent top named Warlock leaves his playmates SPELLBOUND when he reaches for the black riding crop on his wide belt and the pair of handcuffs swinging from his narrow waist.
Night of the Satyr
College student Brody Johnson signs up for an archaeological expedition to Italy, expecting romantic ruins, exciting new discoveries, and maybe even hunky guys. Instead, he finds himself sleeping in an uncomfortable tent and spending his days listening to dull lectures about broken stones and pottery shards.
Then he stumbles upon the ruins of an ancient temple that seems to be inhabited by a creature from the distant past. Brody knows that satyrs were known for their insatiable sexual appetites and amazing male endowments--but satyrs never really existed outside of myths.
And they surely can't exist in the twenty-first century...or can they?
Montego Boy
There are hundreds, maybe thousands, of tourists at the resort in Montego Bay the week Mike arrives for his summer vacation, but the only one he notices is the young guy in the hotel room right next to his. Jesse’s like something from a tropical wet dream: about 18 or 19, sun bronzed from his sturdy legs to his heat bleached hair, buffed muscles glistening with suntan oil—and prone to sunbathe in nothing but a pair of expensive looking sunglasses.
The heat is on as Mike gets up his nerve, and a few other body parts, in his quest to make this one the most memorable getaway of his life!
FLESHDANCE
When I broke up with my boyfriend of five years, I was pretty down for a long time. So the guys decided to cheer me up with what they called a reverse bachelor party: they invited all the single men they could think of over to my place and hired a hot male stripper to entertain us. They wanted to convince me that being 35 and on my own again wasn’t as bad as I thought.
I admit I was skeptical until I caught sight of the dancer they’d chosen. He called himself Sinboy, a name that fit him like a deluxe lambskin condom. He came over to my place about an hour into the party, and from the minute I opened my door, all I could do was fantasize about what he kept under that pirate-style red satin shirt and tight black jeans.
“So how long have you been doing this?” I asked as I showed him into the living room, where my buddies were eagerly waiting. It wasn’t an idle question: Sinboy couldn’t have been more than 18 or 19, with silky blond locks that hung low over baby-blue eyes and tender coral-colored lips that would have fit perfectly over the raging boner I’d sprung in my pants.
Sinboy shrugged. “Since I finished high school last year. I’m saving up for college, and I make a lot more doing this than I could flipping burgers in some greasepit downtown.”
Sinboy produced a cassette from his shirt pocket—there wasn’t enough room in his pants—and popped it into the stereo I kept in the corner. “So why don’t we get this party going?”
As the sharp, hot throb of the music filled my condo, Sinboy went into his routine—which was anything but routine.
First to go were his leather cowboy boots, which he planted squarely in my crotch, one at a time, so I could pull them off his feet. Next went the shirt, and I found myself staring at a smooth, hairless chest and tight washboard abs slightly damp with sweat. Moments later, he’d slipped off his jeans and shimmied across my glass-topped coffee table wearing only a leopard-print jockstrap. He spent a long time easing the thin scrap of material into the crack of his perfectly chiseled butt-crack, then whipped the whole thing off to reveal a stunning hard-on.
My friends went wild, stomping and whistling, while I sat entranced. I don’t think I’d ever seen a boner that big before, though maybe the leanness of the rest of his body just made it seem that way. All I could do was gape as that perfect, ruby-capped tube of flesh stabbed the steamy air in perfect sync with the music. Beneath its impressive trajectory bobbed two velvet-skinned orbs, cushioned in an equally soft jungle of gold hair.
I’m not sure how long the show went on. All I know is that Sinboy demonstrated talent and endurance way beyond his years. Long after most of my friends had given in and whipped out their cocks for a group jack-off, he was still going strong in front of the stereo, thrusting his hips and tossing his head with the kind of control I, for one, could only dream about at such a young age. I guess he got off just from feeling the almost tangible sexual control he had over the rest of us. I almost got off just from watching that strutting young stallion enjoy himself so much!
By the time he finished up with an amazing bump’n’grind routine that had every cock in the place spouting, it was way past midnight and my friends were laughing and heading out to their cars. Before I knew it, I was alone with the man of the hour. Smiling, he sprawled across my couch, still totally naked, his hard-on poking up at my ceiling. His balls looked full and tender, and it occurred to me that he and I were probably the only guys in the room who hadn’t gotten off during that wild grand finale.
He
laughed when he saw that my eyes were riveted to that telltale throbber, especially the glossy droplet of pre-cum that poised on the very edge of his piss-hole.
“In case you’re wondering, I make it a point never to come during my act. It wrecks my concentration.”
“I...uh...really enjoyed your performance,” I stuttered. I walked toward him cautiously: I could feel a heavy dose of lube streaking my own prong inside my pants. “You’ve got a lot of talent.”
“Thanks. When I get to college, I’m planning to major in dance.” Sinboy gave me a heavy-lidded look that made me squirm in my Jockeys. Slowly, his fingers moved down to grope his rigid, wet cock. “Look, Marc, I want to make one thing clear. Your friends only hired me to dance. I don’t...you know, do anything else as part of my act.”
“Sure, I understand,” I said, though inside I was aching with disappointment. Still, in a way, I was glad to hear that Sinboy didn’t make a habit of selling such a stunning body. Somehow he just seemed too good for that.
Suddenly, his lips curved upward in a grin at the same time as his palm stroked upward on that magnificent boner. “On the other hand, if I want to do something on my own time...well, that’s nobody’s business but mine, right?”
I was out of my clothes before the moan even passed my lips.
“Turn over,” I whispered. Sinboy did, eagerly, and I shifted my naked body into position over him. He raised himself onto his hands and knees while I slid both hands around his thighs. Soon I was cupping the warm mound of his nuts in one palm and massaging the delicious curve of his cock’s root in the other.
I teased him first, rubbing my cock all the way across his deliciously firm butt-cheeks and then jerking it back to the center of his juicy crack. Before I lost control, though, I paused to slip on a condom my buddies had graciously left in the ashtray for me. When I got back into position, Sinboy wriggled, molding his asshole against the cum-warmed tip of the condom.
Soon he spread his thighs open, hunching his shoulders down toward the couch so that his ass rose at a 45-degree angle. Those smooth buns glistened up at me like two pale scoops of French vanilla ice cream. My mouth watered at the sight.
Giving his nuts a quick, comforting squeeze, I hunched my hips forward. Sinboy hissed and tightened up all over as I nestled my hot tip against his succulent rear hole.
“Good?” I asked.
“Oh, yeah,” he said in a choking voice.
Though I was on top, Sinboy played me like that casette he used in his routine, squeezing and then releasing his pucker like a little fist. I returned the favor by sliding my own hand up until it gripped his cock. My cum-slicked fingertips toyed with his slit to the same rhythm of my cock in his hole. Mercilessly I coaxed him to the brink and then moved away again before his inner fire could really ignite.
Finally, I decided he was ready to take my full length. Sensing what I had in mind, Sinboy opened his legs wider for me, and I backed up and rammed into him in one powerful stroke. An animal cry of pleasure and passion rose in my throat as I felt the silky brush surrounding my cock and steaming ballsac rasp against his silky buttocks. Finally, on the fourth stroke, he gave a little moan of triumph as the base of my cock slammed flush against his pucker.
Now my fingers worked furiously on his own boner, and I knew there was no more holding back for either one of us. He knew it, too, and suddenly clamped his ass tight around my rubber-encased shaft, trapping it inside him.
Sinboy was breathing hard. “I’m coming, too,” he just managed to whisper. I was treated to a single, powerful spurt of his hot cum against my fist, while his insides heaved hungrily. The tip of his cock slipped over the top of my fingers, spraying thick white juice over my wrist and sofa.
My own orgasm was so intense that I was hoping it would never end. I went on filling that poor straining condom until I was sure it would get stuck in his colon forever. The whole time I was spewing, my cock stayed trapped between his rippling buttocks, which jacked me off as surely as a clenched fist.
Gradually, the cum drained from my nuts until I didn’t have a drop left anywhere. At last, I felt my cock slowly soften and deflate as the last trickles of jizz seeped from its tiny hole and swell the condom even more.
My knees and thigh muscles were shaking as the tension melted from them. With a groan, I collapsed onto my stomach, using Sinboy’s cotton-smooth back as a pillow. He stretched out under me, then tilted his head back and gave me one of those glazed, absent expressions that always follow a mind-numbing orgasm. As turned on as I’d ever been in my life, I covered his mouth in a hungry kiss and snaked one hand back between his cum-moistened legs.
It didn’t take long before Sinbad was ready to go again, though my satisfied shaft still drooped empty. At first I was a little embarrassed about that, but then I figured, hell, he was the professional cocktease! Might as well let him show a layman how it was done.
“That was just a warm-up,” he said. “Let me stick it up your ass this time.” Grabbing me around the waist, he flipped me over the side of the couch. I knelt there on the floor, my breath shallow with need, while he rolled a fresh condom onto his prong, which was already stiff again. Like I said, the kid had some kind of endurance!
He crouched over me so that his soft, warm ballbag brushed the base of my spine. I felt my nipples contract and stand up with anticipation.
“Yeah,” I groaned as he shifted his weight against my buttocks, the pressure spreading my legs farther apart. Slowly, he eased his covered cock into position against my own pucker. I felt his steaming balls press hard against the crack of my ass, and then his fingers followed, probing my depths. I squirmed under him, panting with lust, tilting my ass up to him. No one had butt-fucked me since my boyfriend had left, and to tell the truth I was as nervous as I was excited. I couldn’t help thinking that Sinbad would find me lacking in some way.
All the same, I couldn’t wait for him to plunge into me as I felt his strong fingers slide into the depths of my anus. I knew I wasn’t exactly tight back there, but all the same I sucked my breath in sharply as he circled around a few times, tickling my core and getting me ready. All thoughts of inadequacy melted from my mind as he totally took charge of my body. That I was older and bigger seemed to mean nothing to him. He was totally confident and self-assured—with good reason, as it turned out.
His hips pushed against the small of my back as he wriggled his cock inside me, and then his slender hands clamped my shoulders as he started to pump my butt in a steady motion. My sphincter excitedly clenched the length of his hot rod. It only took about three strokes before I felt his huge cock swell and harden as it got ready to lather the latex. When he finally reached his peak, I swear I could hear his guts come to a boil.
“Oh! Yeah!” he yelped, his voice surprisingly high and boyish as he let go. I could see now why he called that first load of cum a warm-up. This was longer, stronger, and rushed out of him with such force that it almost lifted me off the floor.
The next few minutes passed in a whirlwind. I can still remember how empty my ass felt when he finally had to pull out, though. Yet, at the same time, I felt more fulfilled than maybe I ever had.
I never saw Sinboy after that night, and I’m still not sure if my buddies put him up to the whole thing or if I genuinely turned on him. I don’t care all that much, though. Ever since then, so to speak, I’ve been enjoying single life to the hilt!
Tails from the Frat House
Sexy college guys in the first blush of adulthood have plenty to blush about in four sizzling stories of campus life on the edge!
In FRAT BRAT, a red-hot initiation ceremony leads to an even hotter behind-the-scenes encounter.
In CLEAN SWEEP, a college prank gone too far leaves the campus littered in condoms. It would be a shame to let all of them go to waste…
STAKING HIM OUT finds a college student moonlighting as a waiter in an upscale steakhouse where prime rib isn’t the only kind of meat on the men
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Finally, in TRACKING THE CHEETAH, the race is on to win a college sporting event through devious means, especially since the trophy is the college’s star athlete himself!
More Frat House Tails
Sexy college guys in the first blush of adulthood have plenty to blush about in four more red-hot stories of young guys running wild through the hallowed halls of academe!
In INDULGING OUR NATURES, a scrape with the law leads a smart-assed college freshman into a much more pleasurable kind of scrape with—and against—another rebellious lawbreaker.
TUGGED INTO THE PAST finds a guy browsing a body-building magazine is stunned to see his hunky ex-roommate from college adorning those glossy pages…but Tug has sure filled out over the years! Maybe it’s time for Spence to track him down and tell Tug how he really felt…and still feels about him and his luscious body.
Next, rumors about a mysterious TEEN IDOL say the new college kid in the complex is a porn star on the sly. He’s clearly hiding something…but it’s all too obvious what he’s got stuffed in those tight gold bathing trunks!
Finally, in DREAMCATCHER, a freshman learns about both his roommate’s Native American heritage and his own sexuality when he hangs a special artifact over his dorm room bed.
Tails from the Barroom
TAILS FROM THE BARROOM by Tavish Lee slips into the sweaty, shadowy world of that mythical oasis, the rough ‘n’ rowdy gay bar, where adventurous guys go to find both themselves and one another.
In COCKTAIL HOUR, Sean has never been to a gay bar before, but he knows a good thing when he sees one. That good thing is the guy staring at him from the end of the counter—namely, six feet and four inches of tanned skin, solid muscle, and an undeniably suggestive look.
