I don’t know if any of you have read Amy Lane’s Sidecar, but if you haven’t, please read it or rent it through your library’s e-book program. And if you can’t afford it, I’ll buy it for you. Just such a flawless piece of gay fiction.
“Wow.”
“Wow…what?” Ari sat back on his knees.
“Most of the men I’m sent to sleep with don’t kiss me like that.”
“Like how? Bad? Good?”
“Good,” Daniel insisted. “It was nice. Deep.” He smiled.
“Oh.” Ari messed with his tie. “I just was wanting to do that, but I can’t during sex cause you face the other way.”
“Yeah that’s usually why there isn’t a lot of kissing. Everyone flips me around and gets down to business.”
Ari stroked Daniel’s thigh. “You can sleep here as long as you want. Check out is at 11. Order some room service on my tab ok?”
Daniel smiled. “Wow a good kisser and generous? I got lucky with this one.”
Ari did blush a little this time. He let his eyes roam on Daniel’s torso; they lingered on his hip and Ari reached out to graze the little tattoo with his fingers. “Daniel are you like…safe, with these people who send you to me?”
Daniel looked surprised. “Safe how?”
“Like…they have you marked like a cow.”
“Oh.” Daniel looked uncomfortable. “I can get that removed one day. But like, Ari, trust me, you don’t want to talk about this.”
“I…don’t?”
“No. Because in my life, this is the good outcome.“
Ari didn’t know what to say. He glanced down at the bed. He suddenly felt ashamed of the privilege in his life, the private schools he hated going to, the business schools he went to on his parents money, the brokerage firms that paid him huge salaries….
“Hey,” Daniel said firmly. “Look at me.”
Ari raised his head.
“Don’t pity me. And don’t feel guilty? Ok? I’m alright with how this all turning out. I’m housed, I’m fed, I get medical care. I got plans. I got savings. And I get laid regularly by some of the richest men in New York. I get to keep all the presents I get, you know? It does have its perks. Like nice boys like you who are sweet in bed, and offer me room service.”
Ari smiled. “I’ve been wanting to get you a gift for a while, I just didn’t know if I should.”
“Room service is a gift! The guys who send me here monitor how much carbs I eat. I’m guessing this hotel has waffles. And man do I want waffles.”
Ari chuckled. “Alright. No pity. No guilt. I’ll call you again soon. Lord knows I need the human contact from someone other than bankers.”
“Definitely not a banker.”
Ari leaned in for one more kiss. He slid his hand under the sheet for an opportunistic squeeze. “I’ll see you soon.” He reluctantly got off the bed, grabbed his briefcase, and left the hotel room. Daniel knew Ari was going back to his apartment – took risky to be seen leaving a hotel in the morning. This late at night it could be passed off for drinks or a client meeting. Daniel hoped Ari got to eat waffles this morning. Seriously, was there anything better for breakfast? Better than waking up to a cock in your ass like the guy last week, that was for sure.
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Jamie woke up smiling. How could he not, at the memory that a man had taken his ass last night? He’d seen Stephen at the bar once or twice, but neither had made a move. By some magic, Stephen caught his gaze last night and understood the desperate lustful longing in Jamie’s eyes. Stephen then downed his drink and pushed away from the bar with the mannerism of a man who knew there was work to be done and be best get to it.
A songbird tweeted in the tree outside. Jamie couldn’t believe how amazing he felt. He had really needed to be manhandled and tossed onto a bed and taken hard enough to leave rug burns from the comforter on his knees. It was the best stress relief. The best cleanse. The best exercise. And Stephen had given it to him with hardly any words being exchanged at all. What a considerate man.
Jamie snuggled against Stephen’s pillowy pecs. He thought that there really should be a name for this post-sex euphoria. The ‘afterglow’ was when the orgasm ebbed out, sure; but there really needed to be a name for the morning after, when you wake up feeling totally satisfied and comfortable after being laid the night before. Jamie felt like a cat in a sunbeam right now. Like melted butter. Butter mode? Or something… man Stephen smelled good. Jamie wondered if Stephen would like a blow job this morning. It’d be greedy to want to see that cock before breakfast… maybe after. But Jamie definitely wanted to see it again.
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“Why are you so happy?” I ask. I was not a morning person and thus there was no reason to be happy unless it was after noon.
“It’s finally fall. Finally chilly enough to wear this sweater. I got some nice coffee, my wool socks on, and I’m so comfy. The apples are coming into season at the Farmer’s Market, the leaves are turning red…I just really like fall.”
“If you’re so cozy where are your pants?”
“It’s not cool enough for pants and a sweater yet,” he sighs. “Something had to give.”
I chuckle and pull the eggs out of the fridge. “You poor baby. I’m gonna ignore fall is coming and pretend it’s summer for as long as I can. I hate being cold.”
“Yeah but, think of how much better the sex will be. No over heating. Less sweat. We can get all snuggly under the sheets and enjoy the afterglow without dying of dehydration.”
I set a pan on the stove. “I didn’t think about that.”
“Yeah. Fall is the best. You’ll see.” He sipped his coffee.
“So are you going to let me know when it’s cold enough to sex?”
I’m cracking eggs into a bowl, but I can feel his eyes on me across the room.
“You want to get a wall thermometer or something?” I add.
“According to the calendar, fall is here.” He says. “We could have sex right now.”
“Are you sure?” I ask. “I mean are you sure it’s cold enough? You said it’s not even cold enough for pants. I think we need to wait.”
He sets his coffee on the counter and slides off. “If we take our clothes off we’ll be cold. That’s good enough.”
“Nope, I think we gotta wait!”
He groans. “Goddammit don’t make me beg!”
That makes me laugh. I wash my hands. “Ok, fine. We got some time to kill this morning. But we can’t dally – days are shorter now. And we gotta go to the Farmer’s Market to buy apples and pumpkins apparently.”
“Goddammit Tanner. Bedroom. Right now. Come on.”
I can’t help but laugh at how annoyed he is. “Alright I’m coming. But if the lube smells like a cinnamon broom, I’m breaking up with you.”
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Derrick can’t help but watch. If they didn’t want him to watch, Royce would have taken Nathaniel back inside. Derrick thought Royce had good technique. Nate was positioned squarely over his lap, on his tip toes, butt high in the air. No doubt Royce had Nathaniel’s cock trapped between his solid thighs. Each smack of Royce’s hand on that round bare ass was firm and hit the same spot, the bounciest part of those cheeks, over and over. Nathaniel began to squirm and his cries of protest grew with each smack. Derrick didn’t envy him. Nathaniel had burned the first round of meat on the grill because he was distracted on his phone, so it was an appropriate punishment.
Royce was counting to himself. Nathaniel began to tremble with each strike as the spanking continued on. “Two more now, boy. Two. One.” Nathaniel keened and twisted in Royce’s lap. “Good boy.” Royce caressed those plump cheeks.
“I’m sorry Sir!” Nathaniel said.
“I’m pleased to hear it boy. Finish yourself off now.”
Derrick wondered what Royce meant by that. Then he saw Nathaniel dig his toes into the ground and work his hips up and down. Derrick got it. Royce wanted to Nathaniel to cum between his thighs. That was spicy. Derrick licked his lips. He could see the pink glow of that freshly spanked ass and the bubblegum pink of Nathaniel’s balls between his legs. Nathaniel was awkwardly humping Royce’s lap as fast as he could. Derrick bit his lip, unable to look away. Nathaniel shuddered. There was an audible moan and the boy went limp.
Derrick was starting to get stiff and wished it had gone on longer cause he could have easily masturbated to that. Derrick watched Royce help Nathaniel to his feet. Royce stood up too and hugged him with those big bear arms, despite the mess between his thighs. They rocked as they embraced, Royce whispering things into Nathaniel’s ear. Ok, that was pretty sweet. They fit together like puzzle pieces.
They walked into the house together, Royce’s arm around Nathaniel. Royce needed to clean up. Nathaniel needed some some cooling salve. When they came out, Nathaniel had the rest of the uncooked meat on a plate in his hands, but his phone wasn’t anywhere to be seen. Derrick put his sunglasses back on and went back to sunbathing. He tucked that pretty scene into his spank bank for later. Real life was always better than porn.
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“Bwuh?” JP rubbed his face. “Where – where am I? Who are you?”
Chris turned. “Oh hey you’re up! I thought you’d sleep through the night. You passed out at the festival. You seemed to be alone so I brought you home.”
JP stared at him. “Is that why I still feel drunk?”
“Yep.”
”Where’s my phone?”
”Charging.” Chris gestured.
JP blinked slowly. “Who are you?”
Chris pouted a little. “You don’t remember? We were grinding together on the dance floor for like an hour. My name’s Chris. I was wearing bunny ears.”
“I remember bass music that wouldn’t quit. And I remember a very hot guy with an ass that wouldn’t quit and wanting to be alone with him,” JP slurred.
“Oh you do remember me then!” Chris winked. “Bravo. Here let me get you some water. And an aspirin. You need to sleep this off.”
“I …uh, I should go home..” JP tried to get off the sofa and fell off immediately with a thud. “Ow.”
Chris shook his head. “Honey you can’t stand up. Here.” He helped JP back onto the sofa. He was heavy and strong. “Oof, ok big boy.”
JP splayed out on the pillows. “My hero.” He smiled.
Chris tried not to flush. “Just helpin out a fellow raver. Stay there, I’mma go get you water.”
JP just waved at him. The room was spinning. He watched Chris walk out of the room. That ass was like hypnotizing him. He was drifting off when Chris came back.
“Pedialyte. Aspirin.”
JP took them immediately. “I’m gonna go to sleep now. You’ll be here in the morning?”
“Yes sweetheart, I live here.”
“Good.”
Chris waited a moment. JP was staring at him. “Anything else?”
JP smiled. “You’re pretty. And I do like your ass.” And then he rolled over and went to sleep.
Chris blushed again. “Well. What a nice piece of dead weight you are.” Chris hoped JP would remember everything in the morning. His life would feel unfinished if they never got to fuck.
JP’s phone chimed. Chris went to look at it. There was another message from JP’s roommate Laura. “Is he doing ok still?”
Chris unplugged the phone and carefully used JP’s thumb to unlock it. He responded. “Yep. He woke up for a moment, so I gave him some electrolytes and an aspirin. I don’t think he’s gonna puke. Just needs to sleep it off.”
“Awesome. I’m going to bed now, but you can call if you need to. Thanks beautiful stranger!”
Chris smiled. “You’re welcome. Sweet you care about your roomie.” When Chris had plugged in the dead phone earlier, he’d found Laura’s panicked texts about how JP hadn’t come home after the dance festival ended.
“Of course. JP just went through a bad break up and this festival was supposed to be him celebrating being single, so I’m lookin’ out for him.”
“Oh he celebrated all right!” Chris responded.
Laura texted back: “LOL he sure did. Ok thanks, sleep well, good night~”
Chris wrote back a ‘good night’ message and put the phone back on the charger. He glanced at the hunk sleeping on his sofa in flamingo-printed shorts and digested this new information.
JP was single, gay, cute, and clearly hadn’t been laid in a while. Oh the odds were so very good that he’d get laid tomorrow morning. Chris liked those odds a lot. He did a little dance as he went to his room.
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Angel leaned his head against the wall. He’d snuck off for a moment to catch his breath. The afternoon had peaked and sun was on its way down, which meant the heat of the day had finally broken. Angel loved when Sir threw pool parties and being a perfect host, but he was worn out! So many men to check on, cocks to stroke, so many drinks to refill, trash to empty, and snacks to refresh that he hadn’t even been in the pool. Of course, everyone had their hands all over him and his ass, which normally Angel loved. He was an attention whore, and he knew it. But this experiment with staying locked in chastity longer wasn’t working, and he just felt frustrated and sore and sweaty in the most uncomfortable way. He’d have to talk to Sir about it after everyone left.
Angel heard footsteps and raised his head. “Ah, Sir.” He stood in first position, hands behind his back.
“At ease love. What are you doing over here?”
“Taking a breather Sir.”
“Are you alright? Here drink this, I made you a drink with some of that electrolyte powder you keep for club nights.”
Angel looked relieved. “Thank you so much Sir.” He took it and sipped it. “Oh I needed this.”
Master Dameon looked pleased. A smile pushed his mustache up and crinkled the fine lines around his eyes. “Here. Let’s go inside where it’s cool and you can sit down. You’ve worked really hard today. I’m proud of you.” Master Dameon put an arm around Angel and walked him through the side door into the house.
Angel blushed. “I wanted to make you proud Sir.”
“You did great. All the guys rave about you.”
Angel turned red. “I’m flattered, Sir. It’s because you trained me well.”
“Don’t give me all the credit, I couldn’t do anything without your natural talents and extroverted personality. How is your chastity device feeling?”
“Sore. It’s not working, Sir,” Angel admitted softly. He sipped and set the glass down on the kitchen counter. “I think I’ve been in too long. I know we were a little bored with our previous schedule, but this change isn’t working. I feel so uncomfortable and full. Just achy.”
Sir cupped Angel’s face in both hands, forcing Angel to look at him. “Thank you for letting me know. I’m sorry you’re uncomfortable. Do you need to be unlocked now? Or can you wait until everyone leaves and I can spoil you with some release?”
Angel perked up. “Oh, I’d like to be spoiled Sir.”
Master Dameon kissed him. “Then you’ll be spoiled. Sit here for a few minutes and finish drinking the electrolytes. I’ll finish up the party, you can either stay in here or have a dip in the pool.”
“Thank you Sir.” They exchanged another kiss.
Master Dameon walked outside to check on his guests. Two of them were making out on one of his chaise lounge chairs. The others were hanging out in chairs in the shade, some watching them, some talking amongst themselves and snacking on things. One named Adam came up to Dameon.
“Well, it looks like you’re gonna have some stains to get out of that lounge chair.”
Dameon glanced at the couple. “Well. They’ve had some tension for a while, so it’s nice they’ve cut through that. Angel or I can power wash it later.”
Adam nodded. “Where did Angel get off too? Is he ok?”
“Yeah he just needed a break. He was a bit dehydrated.”
“He was working hard today. Like a hummingbird.”
Dameon stroked his moustache. “He loves parties, but sometimes he forgets to check on himself. So I check on him.”
Adam nibbled on a chip. “You know, we were talkin’ about how your ability to know what’s going on with Angel is uncanny. It’s like you have a psychic connection with him.”
It was Dameon’s turn to blush. “He shows his feelings easily.”
“No, you two just have a bond. It’s a beautiful thing.”
“Thank you Adam. That means a lot.”
“It’s true. You can tell, because you have him strutting out wearing basically string with that gorgeous body on display, but there’s no question he’s not up for grabs.”
As if on cue, Angel walked out of the kitchen. Dameon and Adam looked up at the beautiful sight of a tanned young man wearing only a shiny metal sleeve around his shaft. His balls were full and pink. Angel threw his speedo at Dameon that was balled up in his hand. Dameon caught it. Angel smirked and dove into the pool.
“Woah,” Adam muttered. “That is a power bottom.”
Dameon took a minute to speak and watched Angel do laps. “I am going to do very dirty things to him as soon as everyone leaves,” he said in a low voice.
Adam chuckled. “Well, I guess we should leave.” They were interrupted by a keen from the other side of the pool where the couple making out had been rocking together. Adam raised a finger. “Ok now, the party is over.”
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Marshal was starving when he came home. It was almost 2 am at this point and he really wanted to sleep, but his grumbling stomach came first. He winced in discomfort as he bent over to untie his work boots. The stage load-out for that show had been a bitch. Too much truss. Too many over-sized cases. Why did a band playing a venue that size need so many goddamn risers anyway? Gross. Marshal knew his whole body was gonna ache tomorrow. It was a good ache, considering he hadn’t worked a real concert in 18 months due to the Covid-related shut downs, but it was going to take time to get used to the physical labor again.
Marshal shuffled into the kitchen and set his bag on the bar counter. The light over the stove had been left on. Marshal pulled a glass out of the cabinet, and when he went to open the fridge he noticed the note on the handle:
Hey love, figured you’d be hungry. I made some cold ice tea for you, and you have a choice of ramen, a sandwich, or a frozen meal. Sleep well <3 J
“Awwww,” Marshal cooed. He smiled and put the note in his pocket. Inside he fridge he found a picture-perfect ham sandwich saran-wrapped on a plate. Marshal took it out. He turned back to the fridge to pour himself a glass of iced tea. It was only when he went to put the iced tea back in, did he realize something was slightly off. He stared at the fridge and waited for his sleep deprived brain to catch up.
The bento box wasn’t there. Jaime always put his lunch in this special tupperware he used and it always sat in the upper left hand corner of the fridge. Why had he not packed a lunch? Marshal furrowed his brow. Whatever the reason, he decided to return the favor by packing Jaime lunch.
His plans were thwarted upon opening the fridge drawer containing sandwich stuff. It was empty besides a half opened package of sliced cheese. They’d forgotten to get more deli meat when shopping yesterday. Marshal groaned. “Ah crap,” he muttered. He glanced at the sandwich on the counter and had a revelation. Jaime had used the last of the ham for him. The realization made Marshal’s heart feel warm and full. Such a sweet man, his Jaime.
Even though Marshal’s body was begging for rest, he had to set this right. Jaime was really trying to eat out less so he could lose weight, and Marshal didn’t want him to break the streak at work. So Marshal popped a frozen meal into the microwave and set out to make Jaime his lunch.
He found the bento box thing in the drying rack of the dishwasher. In it went the perfect sandwich, some grapes, and some of that bean salad they’d taken home from their friends pool party. He also whipped out the cutting board to chop up some celery sticks which he dumped into another little container, along with peanut butter. The bento box went into the fridge, where it belonged, with the celery container on top.
Marshal also positioned its carrier bag on the counter and added some pretzels and two cookies from the jar.
The only thing missing now was a note. Marshal stirred up the half-defrosted frozen meal and shoved it back into the microwave as he thought about what to write for a moment. His eyelids were struggling to stay open and poetry wasn’t his strong suit. So, Marshall simply wrote: I love you, you can hit your weight goal for sure <3 -M, and stuck it to the carrier bag.
Marshal shoveled the warm meal into his face, drank the whole glass of iced tea in one go, and stumbled to bed. The shower would have to come tomorrow. He was crashing. Marshal slid between the sheets and adhered himself to Jaime’s back. Jaime made a soft noise Marshal nuzzled the back of his neck and fell asleep in less than a minute.
When Marshal awoke the next morning, he was alone in bed. It was inevitable, but a bit lonely. His emotions were buoyed by a new note waiting for him the kitchen: Oh my god, you’re so sweet, I actually kind of cried a little. This lunch looks amazing. Thank you so much. Love you so much too. Can’t wait until I get off to work tonight and I can see you. Let’s fuck <3″
Marshal laughed. Jaime had a way of making the most vulgar thoughts sounds adorable. And Jaime was not a shy man. Jaime liked his sex. Marshal was pretty smug that he was the one Jaime picked to receive it.
Marshal decided a run to the grocery store was going to be a priority today. He made a mental note to make sure they had enough lube and condoms before he went out. Lord knows they didn’t want to open that drawer and find it empty tonight! Not like they could use sliced cheese instead!
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Ryan stood under the cold spray of the outdoor shower and thought. The shock of the water temperature on this summer day mixed with the post-nut clarity lead him to feeling ashamed of himself. Ryan, seriously – you let the farrier fuck you? That guy? He’s old enough to be your dad almost. And he’s not even that hot. That was a bit slutty of you. You don’t need to be laid that badly do you? Ryan ran his hands over his face. Do I? It was two weeks since the last one, when I hooked up with that Grindr guy passing through town. Usually I can last a month. Maybe it’s cause it’s hot and everyone’s shirtless. Ryan was not convincing himself. Mostly because it felt pretty good to get laid, and Ryan knew he needed more of it. He could not deny that.
Ryan turned off the water and shook off the droplets. It would be another six weeks before the farrier came back to the ranch. Is this going to become a steady thing? Ryan wondered. He liked the idea of having a steady fuck, even if it was the farrier. Six weeks was still a long time to be considered “steady” in most places, but out here in the middle of nowhere that was still considered pretty lucky.
Ryan sighed and toweled off his muscles. God, if he could get laid once a week – maybe twice a week! – that would be heaven. Ryan glanced up and realized his horse Marcy was staring at him on the other side of the fence. She’d not seen him naked before. Ryan pointed a finger at her. “Don’t get any ideas. Also, can you go find me a prince? Thanks.” She snorted and walked off.
Ryan sighed. He needed a man. In the old days you could just place an ad in the paper for a “country husband”. “Country slut needs gay ranchhand” would not work. Ryan was gonna have to get creative. Now he’d been freshly fucked, all he was gonna think about for a while was getting his next dick. This was a problem that could not be solved by a trip to the feed store.
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There is a history in all men's lives, Nagano Perfecture, Japan | ag.lr.88
There was a noticeable absence of people on the street, and Hatsuo thought his geta sandals sounded much louder than normal. He was returning from sending his father off to sea. The sun was up, but the sky was still grey. The sharp chill in the night air was holding out until late morning now, and it was undeniable that winter was on its way. It had rained over night too. Hatsuo suspected everyone was still in bed, huddled in their warm futons. Once Hatsuo was awake he wanted to be out of bed at once. There were things to do. Fish to catch. A house to run. He’d inherited it from his father.
Hatsuo turned the corner onto a narrower alley and slowed. He planted his feet firmly so the geta echo’ed between the wooden houses huddled over the cobblestones. His ears perked up at the sound of a wooden door sliding.
“Hatsuo-san, ohayo gozaimasu.”
Hatsuo felt his heart speed up. “Ohayo gozaimasu, Ryo.” For such a beautiful man, Ryo was such a mess in the morning. His hair was barely combed, and barely contained in a messy dark knot. Eyelids were still heavy and his slim face had an impression of the fabric on one side.
“It’s chilly this morning. Please come try this tea that’s freshly roasted.” Ryo yawned.
Hatsuo tried not to blush. Ryo had such a sultry voice and it gave him goosebumps. “I’d like tea, thank you.”
Ryo pushed the sliding bamboo door open and Hatsuo went inside. Ryo’s family ran this tea house and he lived in the small apartment on top of it. The rest of his family lived closer to their warehouse down near their port. Hatsuo removed his wooden shoes.
Hatsuo sat at a table of the closed restaurant and waited for Ryo to bring out two cups and the teapot. They sipped bancha together and talked about the winter, about the tea crop this year, about the currents that brought fish, and reports of snow further north already. The tea worked its way down Hatsuo’s limbs, flushing out the cold.
When the pot was empty, Hatsuo set his cup down. “Thank you very much.”
“It’s my pleasure.” Ryo bowed his head but made no motion to clear the table. Instead he looked at Hatsuo and rubbed the back of his neck. They were both listening. Someone was sweeping in the distance. But everyone was staying in bed a little longer today.
“Hatsuo-san?”
“Hm?” Hatsuo replied.
“Do you have a little extra time this morning?”
“I do.” Hatsou tucked a stray piece of hair behind his ear.
Ryo looked please. He stood up and held open the curtain that lead to the staircase to the upper apartment. “After you.”
Hatsuo bit his lip to try and his smile. He bowed his head. “Thank you.” He left the restaurant and went up the steep stairs. Ryo’s heavy footsteps were right behind his.
Ryo reached for the sash holding Hatsuo’s yukata robe in place before they were at the top. Once Hatsuo reached the landing, he turned and helped him undo it. The yukata fell to the floor. Ryo cupped Hatsuo’s cheek and kissed warm lips. Ryo made a soft noise of longing. “You’re the only reason to get out of bed this morning….”
Hatsuo wiggled his hands into Ryo’s robe and stole another kiss. “You mean, get back into bed?”
Ryo chuckled. “That’s more accurate to say isn’t it?” He sat on the futon and pulled Hatuso on top of him.
Hatsuo helped Ryo out of his clothes. It was suddenly too warm to wear them.
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