Excerpts [NSFW]

Blondie goes gets more drinks and Tall Guy presses his crotch into my knee. It feels really good--there's a substantial soft lump in his pants, one ball rolls against my patella--and I feel a rising warmth in my chest. Desire. I ask, "You guys play together, or are you monogamous?"

"Play together," Tall Boy says with a big smile. I asked the right question. That question nearly always works with couples. Try it sometime if you ever want a threeway. The trick is to say it as though you totally respect both of the options, and it helps to swallow a bit nervously at the comma.

Tall Guy asks me, "Have you ever been with two guys?" He's serious.

"No, never," I say. I smirk. He looks at me blankly. "Of course I have," I say.

"Do you like threesomes?"

"They're fun," I reply, "as long as I'm not part of the couple."

He laughs at that as Blondie comes back. We all talk more, about who knows what--the conversation is no longer about the conversation. Tall Guy goes to the bathroom, and I make easy chat with Blondie--we discuss the first stripper I saw this evening, the muscular one with the big cock in the white jock, who's up on the bar again. "Nice bulge," I say, nodding my head at the stripper.

Blondie scoffs. He says, "It's all chemical."

"Viagra, you mean?" I ask.

Viagra.

Oh, no.

I realize I've forgotten my 1/3 of a tab of Viagra and my stomach sinks. I'm going to have to leap without a safety net tonight.

- from the chapter "Mediocre Threeway"

 

At my door, Slav is tall and cute and monosyllabic with, yes, a Slavic accent. In my apartment, there's a noticeable lack of personality in him. Which is odd, given that he was reasonably interactive online. He doesn't smile. We sit down on the futon and he immediately grabs my cock through my jeans. I let him fondle my equipment for a while, and then I lean over and try to kiss him. He allows a slight kiss, but doesn't warm to it. He doesn't want to kiss.

Shit.

That ain't good. It's difficult to get turned on without some decent making out. Even bad making out is better than none. It's crazy difficult to get lost in passion without the ignition of a kiss.

He asks if I can turn down the light in my living room, but because of the lighting setup, I can't, really, so I lead us into the bedroom where it's dim. Then we're naked and I'm rubbing his dick and it's even longer than it looked online, narrow, but close to a true nine inches. The rest of his body is unmemorable, and he's also a turtle--he lies on his back and gets stuck there, immobile. So I slide his cock into my mouth and suck it. It's surprisingly tasty. "More," he moans, and since this is the most enthusiasm I've gotten from him, I comply.

Here's the surprising thing of the night--as I go down on him and his cockhead hits the back of my throat, there's a sort of click in my glottis and it yawns open and the entirety of his shaft slips down my throat. Suddenly I can push my lips into his pubes, entirely deep-throating a nine-inch cock.

The last time I managed that, I was in grad school, maybe thirteen, fourteen years ago--not long after I had started smoking. Since then, my gag reflex was on a hair trigger. In the last few years, I would even gag brushing my teeth.

But here I am just two and a half months after quitting smoking with a dick all the way down my throat.

This is the kind of thing they don't tell you in the smoking PSAs, but probably should.

- from the chapter "Sword Swallower"

 

While William is fucking Pedro in that same position, I slide up against William's round, tan butt and I insert my dick into his asshole. For a good, long while, William moans while he pumps up and down between us, the meat in the sandwich, fucking and getting fucked simultaneously. Pedro now is saying nothing but, "I can't believe it. You guys are so hot," over and over again.

William disengages, and pushes me toward Pedro, who is limp and spread-eagled on my bedspread. In seconds, I'm fucking Pedro again, spelunking deep into that boy.

William gets onto the bed behind me and I feel the pressure of his cockhead against my raw and ruined anus. I accept his cock, and he pushes down into me, connecting with the base of my boner at my prostate deep in my innards. I pump against Pedro, who's still repeating his mantra of disbelief and mind-obliterating cock worship.

Can I describe this sensation, being the middle of a double-fuck? It's like William's sexual energy injects into me and I process it as intense pleasure before transmitting an echo of that energy mixed with my own down into Pedro beneath me with each thrust. I find a rhythm and I'm pure electricity, I'm a resistor, I'm a transducer, I'm a transistor, the energy radiating out from me in radio waves of staticky sex.

- from the chapter "Elysium"

 

That ass is mine--I can tell by the way he lifts his hips toward my cock, his squirming legs, and his face slack with ecstatic passivity. I put a condom on and my dick is quickly inside him, his ass tight but so deliciously receptive. I take it easy for awhile, but then I'm pounding him and he's making noises that echo in my chest like an amplified bass-heavy beat reverberates across the surface of a party balloon. He won't let me touch his cock because he's already too close. I take my own moment, close my eyes and surrender to the plunge and retract, the slip and slide, the heat inside. He moans my name and something inside me melts and something else blooms, a rush of unexpected and dangerous emotion.

- from the chapter "Behind"

 

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Edward Southgate is probably single again and on the prowl for cock in New York City. He lives uptown in Manhattan and is a full-time freelance writer.