Happy Valentine's Lay
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by Barry Lowe
Category: Erotica/Exhibitionist-Voyeur Erotica/Gay Fiction
Description: Not only the roses are red when Steve forgets Valentine's Day. Billy is pissed off big time and when he's upset he seeks revenge -- in the best way he knows how -- using his body. But he and Steve are working that day at drag diva, Willa Catheter's floral emporium, The Daisy Chain. Billy is restricted to flirting with the customers until Willa and the shop's other employees decide to help Billy get his revenge by helping themselves to his tasty arse -- in full view of Steve.
eBook Publisher: loveyoudivine, 2011 2011
eBookwise Release Date: February 2011
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [53 KB]
Reading time: 30-42 min.
"What's going on downstairs?" Brad asked as he handed over my swag of roses. "Everyone suddenly seems to be cut short."
"There's some slut down there sucking cock for charity," I said miserably.
"I'd better get the boss on to it. The hotel could lose its licence." Brad buzzed the day manager, and then he turned to me slowly. "For charity? You don't mean...?"
"Yeah, it's Billy," I confirmed.
"Your boyfriend? That Billy?"
"Holy shit! He's hot. Got a reputation as the best cocksucker in town. I gotta get me a piece of that. Sorry, man, I know you're a mate and all but that's too good to turn down. I'm only human." As soon as the manager appeared, Brad raced to the stairs for a slice of Billy's oral action.
I returned to my corner but business was slow. I wasn't offering what was available just over the road. Billy appeared about twenty minutes later, a gaggle of men behind him bemoaning the fact they'd missed out, asking when he'd be back again.
"Same time, next year," he called happily, counting his money as he walked back toward The Daisy Chain, not even bothering to acknowledge me.
It took another half hour before I'd disposed of all my stock. I was forlorn by the time I reached Willa's shop to be confronted by a front door that was locked, a Closed sign hanging in the window. It must have been later than I thought. No matter, I went around to the laneway that was used for deliveries. I knew the back door would be open. I was obviously the last as the baskets were propped against the back wall.
Willa always threw a small thank-you buffet at the end of the day in appreciation of our efforts so I knew they'd all be celebrating with champagne and quality finger food. I could hear the laughter and good cheer as I pushed through the door, and moved along the musty corridor that smelled of dead flowers and fetid water.
I was about to call out something totally stupid like "Don't start the party without me," as I entered. I was thankful I hadn't, because they had started the party without me. They'd obviously been drinking; there were two empty bottles of champagne upturned in ice buckets. More tellingly, Billy was face down across the shop counter, one leg on the floor and one raised onto the counter top so his arsehole was on open display.
"I hope you boys took your happy pills when I gave them to you because this is one hot fucker and you'll want to be at him for hours, Willa said as she fingered Billy's arse. I was surprised that he was not trying to prevent the intrusion as we had an agreement that I might turn a blind eye to him pleasuring people orally, but his arse was off limits. That's why, pissed off as he was with me, he hadn't peddled his butthole in the toilets at the gay pub. He respected the limits. Now he was allowing a huge Samoan trannie to finger fuck his most intimate parts. The other cupids had already dropped their diapers and were casually playing with their pricks.