Subtropics: Hustlers, Students and Juicy Fruits Heat Up
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by Kenn Dahll
Category: Erotica/Gay-Lesbian Erotica
Description: Older men with money and a lust for younger males, hustlers available at the right price, cute naïve--and not so naive--twinks, sexy bartenders, students on Spring Break, humpy Hispanics, and garden variety horny gay men populate thirteen stories of cocksucking, ass rimming, and butt fucking set in sultry South Florida.
eBook Publisher: Excessica Publishing,
eBookwise Release Date: August 2009
13 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [205 KB]
Reading time: 120-169 min.
"Wanted: readers who love men. Who REALLY love men. Who love everything about them: their bodies, the way they walk, the words they use when no women are around ... did I mention their bodies?...The sex scenes are beyond scorching, leaving nothing to the imagination, and earthy as a freshly-tilled field." -Erin Schmidt, Rainbow Reviews
Memorial Day weekend, the start of the summer season in South Florida and it's already too hot and humid to do more than lie on a lounge chair by the empty pool. I'm a pale-skinned redhead living in a small gay apartment complex with a clothing optional pool. So, of course, I'm naked, lying on my back, in the shade of an awning. A light breeze is coming from the ocean a few blocks away. I'm getting drowsy, maybe I'll take a brief nap. As I close my eyes, Skip, from an apartment on the second floor, comes downstairs and dives into the pool. At nineteen he's the youngest tenant in the complex. At twenty-seven, I'm the oldest. His sleek, firm, tanned body cuts sinuously through the azure water, his thick, uncut dick hanging down like a rudder with a stocking cap. Short-cropped blond hair is plastered to his head, but his body is hairless otherwise. "The twink probably waxes it off weekly," is my last conscious thought before I drift off into slumber land.
As I sleep, I dream-of Skip. His wet body rises from the pool like Venus from the ocean, without the half shell and with his arms. Water drips from his hair like rhinestones from a drag queen's costume. Arms extended like a bird of prey's wings, he moves towards me in slow motion, and then he sits astride my hips. I feel like Ganymede dominated by the swan. Without preamble, he's got both of our almost identical, nine inches long, fat cocks in his hands stroking them to fully erect glory. "Aahh!" I sigh dreamily. Fortunately Skip is on the thin side, at five-feet ten inches he only weighs one hundred-fifty pounds, so the weight on my thighs is not excessive. The blond twink leans forward and, still double dick stroking, kisses me firmly on the lips. I can feel his hot tongue probing at my lips until I allow it into my mouth. I suck on his hard, raspy tongue as it explores my oral cavity. My balls are tingling and tightening up against the base of my thick dick as I approach orgasm. Skip, seeing or sensing my perilously precipitous position, backs off the French kiss, and releases my precum slickened shaft. I retreat from the verge.