The Out of Towner [The Brotherhood 5]
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by Willa Okati
Description: What happens when a stuck-up gay society "princess" finds himself involved with a prince hidden in deep disguise? Kiss him and find out, or walk away clean but alone? [Publisher's Note: This book contains explicit sexual content, graphic language, and situations that some readers may find objectionable: Male/male sexual practices.]
eBook Publisher: Loose Id, LLC, 2006
eBookwise Release Date: May 2008
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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [118 KB]
Reading time: 69-97 min.
Joey wondered if his imagination were playing tricks on him or if Ixtl actually looked smug. The thought crossed his mind that the being needed a good "cussing out" to "take him down a peg," but he discarded the notion as unwise. He needed Ixtl. Ixtl's company. Ixtl's delivery of funds.
Ixtl, and the governmental protection of his home planet against the DiXinis, a crime syndicate dedicated to killing Joey for daring to testify against one of their own.
On Earth, they called people in his position participants of "Witness Relocation." His planet had another phrase for the operation, but the same essential meaning applied. Joey sighed unhappily and reached out to lay his hand against the box, as if he could touch Ixtl.
He was so very homesick.
"There are too many things I don't understand," he admitted, his voice sorrowful in accordance with Earth cadences. "I'm by myself with no guide but you, and I tell you, much of what has been written in our books of study is wrong. Either much has changed in five thousand years, or the explorers fell prey to drugs or strong drink."
He tugged at the hem of his loose button-down shirt and at the slightly torn knees of his jeans. "The clothing you gave me ... You would not believe how people laughed when they saw someone walking down a street in a loincloth. They asked me if someone was filming a movie entitled Tarzan."
"I did note you appear to be wearing far more than we thought necessary..."
"Loincloths are only for swimming, and then they are fitted tight." Joey cocked his head. "Or for dancing in clubs where men smoke until the air is gray and foul, drink watered-down alcohol, and shout impolite comments to the performers."
Ixtl looked slightly intrigued. "Are these clubs sexual in nature?"
"One would think so. However, for the longest time I was unable to find one that suited my particular needs. They were all focused on the display of ... women." Joey shuddered eloquently.
Ixtl made a shocked face. "For shame! You were so exemplary in your lack of xenophobia, I am dismayed by your lack of respect for heterosexuality."
"Ixtl!" Joey gasped. "Such language--"
Ixtl held up a hand. "Stop right there. One thing we did note in the books, which appears to hold true yet, is that males and females are the predominant coupling pairs on Earth. Not men and men, or women and women. You must not cling to the old ideals of our world when, for all intents and purposes, you are as fully human and a part of the planet you live in as any who were born there."
Joey sagged. "Yes, Ixtl."
"I understand loneliness," Ixtl went on, soothingly. "But surely you could find some place to search for company? We were careful to consult the auguries. A companion and mate waits for you in the very city where you dwell. You have only to find him."
"It is so hard..."
"Is it?" Ixtl actually craned its head, as if to look! "How can one tell, beneath so much clothing?"
The being blinked. "Is this a transgression of manners?"
"In this culture, yes. One does not do such things unless they are intimately interested in one another."
"My apologies." Ixtl exhaled. "And see? You seem to have learned a great deal already, then."
"Some. Not nearly enough. Another thing we may have gotten wrong, Ixtl. Anatomy. I think I am ... misshapen."
The words earned him a blink. "Mis--However so?"
Joey felt his cheeks turn red, a sign of human unease, embarrassment. "I believe it is too long," he said, voice small. "Also too thick. There are men who accept money for temporary relief of physical urges. I showed my organ to one. He said 'no way!' and fled."
"Nine inches is too big? But we were so careful to keep everything proportionate with your body size, which had to be large, heavy with muscle, and strong for self-defense..." Ixtl's eyelids sagged.
Joey stared. Was he imagining things, or was Ixtl putting off an air of sexual interest? He squeaked and covered his crotch with a hand. "Please stop!"
"Why?" Ixtl's murmur was low and aroused.
"It is ... one doesn't ... if you are not someone I intend to 'make love' to, this simply isn't done. Gazing at the cock is not polite behavior."
Ixtl blinked. "Your genitals have altered to resemble a barnyard animal?"
"No!" Joey squirmed. "Cock is a name for the penis. Also dick, pecker, wee-wee, Mr. Happy, trouser snake, custard chucker, pleasure port, joystick--"
"Enough. I take your meaning." Ixtl looked vaguely ill. "So crude."
Joey lifted his hands. "You see what I am up against."
"I do." Ixtl tapped its chin with one finger. "Is there nowhere you can go to search for your partner, then? Nowhere at all?"
Joey perked up. "Yes! This is the primary reason I contacted you. I have discovered a male-to-male dance club called Amour Magique. The walls reek of age and magic. If I am to find my manQueen anywhere, I am sure he will be in there."
"Good! Have you begun your search yet?"
"Er ... no." Joey wilted. "Amour Magique has a very strict set of rules about who is permitted inside. Not just anyone can gain entrance. I had hoped you might..."
"Ah, yes. You wish for our influence in providing you an invitation?"
"Please?" Joey tried not to sound or look too eager.
"We will see what we can do." Ixtl reached for a floating digi-entry pad and began thumbing it. He glanced up sharply. "No individual considerations that might make a spectacle, though. I cannot countenance you bringing yourself to the attention of anyone who might be seeking you."
"I understand." Joey watched excitedly as lights flashed on Ixtl's connection box. "Can you...?"
"Done. This Amour Magique is of Earth origin, but it seems to possess an intelligence of its own. The building is mutable, chameleonic, and remembers us from our previous visit to Earth. You will be permitted entrance. However, as they are unsure of what powers we possess, you receive no special favors. If your manQueen is there, you must find him on your own."
"Agreed! Just so long as I can make the trip inside." Joey was certain his grin stretched from ear to ear. "At last. Thank you, Ixtl. You've made an impossible dream come true."
"Joey! Remember the rules. Now that we have gone to such trouble, you have an immediate and specific duty to bed this manQueen. According to our studies, the men on Earth do this in the same way as we have for millennia. Once you have finished, if he does not accept you, you know your duty. Allowing you a mate is a privilege, and you may only be with one you trust entirely. If this man should not measure up..."
"I must be alone. Forever. One mate for one man. Yes," Joey said, dejected.
"Good," Ixtl said, extending six arms from behind his back and waving them in an expression of benevolence. He chittered at Joey reassuringly.
Despondent, Joey chittered back, wishing he still had the ability to spin a web.
They were so much more comfortable than "beanbags."