Steamy Dorm

by Kristine Robinson

  Fuck it! Colin said to himself as he walked through the double doors. The techno exploded in his face and rattled his brain. It was so loud and intense. The dance floor was full of people jumping up and down, gyrating, grinding, rubbing, cuddling, kissing. So fucking hot! Dancers wearing nothing but G-strings or open ass underwear danced on stages, muscles glistening, cocks hard and pointing into the air. What a wild scene! Colin already loved it. So many sensations—sounds, smells, images whirled around him. He felt buzzed, supremely stoned by the energy.

  How was he going to be able to concentrate? How was he going to be able to do his work and get to the bottom of whatever was going on in this place? He went to the bar, heart pounding. Sweat dripping down his temples and forehead. He took a seat at the bar, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath. What a start! He couldn’t wait to see where the night would take him next. He had a feeling that it would be unlike another other in his life.

  He opened his eyes and smiled. Despite the erotic madness swirling around, he actually felt calm, at peace. All around the bar, men chatted and flirted, letting their eyes wander around each time they lifted a glass in the air or sipped sensually from a straw.

  He ordered a whiskey then scanned the bar area, appreciating all of the handsome faces and sex-filled energy.

  “WHAT!” He said out loud, nearly hopping off the stool.

  JOEL!!! HIS FELLOW OFFICER??? What the fuck was he doing there?

  The two men stared at each other.

  Colin was rooted to the stool. But Michael got up, walked away from the man that he was talking to, and came straight towards Colin who quickly picked up the shot glass, threw his head back. He closed his eyes. The whiskey burned his throat. He felt a hand on his shoulder. He opened his eyes, nervous. Michael’s smiling face came towards his. They kissed, gently on the lips.

  “I never thought I'd see you here,” Joel said. “Are you a regular?”

  Colin swallowed hard and turned red. Joel! It was really him. The one person that he wanted to see. The only person that he wanted to see. They were together! In a gay bar! It was like a dream. His eyes lit up. But moments later his face darkened. He remembers why he was there.

  He checked his watch. 1155. And there was a text from the chief: We’re ready. Just give us the signal when the time is right. They were waiting for his signal before beginning the raid. But they would only wait so long before they grew impatient and decided to kick the door down.

  “We have to get out of here,” Colin said, taking Joel’s hand, and looking afraid frantically, worried that there might be another undercover working in the club, keeping an eye on him.

  Joel wrapped his arms around him, leaned close, and whispered in his ear, “We're safe here. Nobody can bother us.”

  “No,” Colin said pushing him away. “You're wrong. We’re not safe here. We have to get out of here.”

  Colin spent the next five minutes explaining to Joel what the hell was going on. Undercover sting. A SWAT team. It was crazy. And it would be going down any minute now.

  “Holy shit!” Joel said. “Let’s get the fuck out of here. But shouldn’t you stay?”

  “No way,” Colin said, shaking his head stubbornly. “We’re hitting the road together. I’m sick of this place. So fucking sick of it.”

  They kissed briefly, but hungrily on the mouth.

  “I’ll be right back,” Joel said, going back to the other side of the bar and retrieving the man that he was talking to. The three men hurried to the back of the club, straight toward the exit that Colin was supposed to sneak out of when the team finally burst through the front door.

  Colin’s phone buzzed in his pocket. He pulled it out. A text from the chief: Two minutes.

  “Fuck!” Colin said out loud. There was no time to call a cab. There was no time to call anybody. They had to get back to the parking garage. And if they did that they could hit the open road and not stop driving until they had put plenty of miles between them and Sacramento. Where would they end up? There was no telling. But they were together. The three of them, embarking on a journey that would change their lives forever.

  Chapter 8

  Michael rode in the back of the cruiser as they zoomed down highway I-85. His two companions had whispered something about Los Angeles. So he figured they were going there. But it had been so quiet in the car for the last half an hour that he wasn't sure. Every now and then the two cops would turn, stare at each other, then hold hands or rub each other on the thigh.

  Those moments of intimacy and tenderness reassured Michael that everything would be okay. He could trust these men. He wasn't sure what they were running from or why they had chosen that night to run but he felt like they all had something in common. For months, he had yearned for adventure, for a break with his regular routine: get up, trudge to work, then somehow get a surge of adrenaline at the end of the day, head back to the apartment, drink, smoke, masturbate. It was a routine that he had played out so many times. He was sick of it. Didn't think he could go on much longer in that life. The wine and marijuana tickling his brain, the poppers filling his body with nitrates, opening him up. But opening him up to what? Nothing. Nobody. He remained locked in his own solitude without human contact. Now, he was on the run, with two fugitives of the law, who were the Law. It was so strange!

  He closed his eyes and leaned his head back onto the seat. Wherever they were going, he couldn't wait for all three of them to play together, to mix and mingle their juices. He would've gladly let either one of them top him, open him up wide, and shove their hard rods deep inside of him.

  His breathing began to pick up. He could feel his cock beginning to tingle. He touched it. Rubbed it. But he wanted more than that. He wanted to touch it. He slipped a hand inside his pants and slithered down into his boxers. His fingers wrapped around the semi-hard shaft. With his other hand, he undid his belt, then he popped the button and pulled his cock out of his boxers. He began stroking it up and down. His masturbatory movements broke the silence inside the cruiser.

  The blonde haired cop, Colin, who was in the passenger seat, turned around. He flicked on the light and his eyes fixed on Michael's hard cock and grinned wickedly.

  Michael continued to stroke.

  “SKIDDDDDDD!!”

  The cruiser swerved the side of the road and skidded to a stop. The front passenger side door opened and Colin got out. The back door opened and Colin got in. He slammed the door behind him and slid across the seat. The engine roared. They fired back onto the main lanes of the freeway.

  Michael held his breath as Colin’s lips approached his. They kissed, first slowly and gently, then hungrily and lustily. They kissed, their tongues twisting and twirling.

  Michael moaned as he felt Colin slip his hand under his ass and begin rubbing his ass hole. Michael continued to stroke his cock up and down. The double action of his own hand, and Colin’s fingers dancing around the rim of his hole, pushed him to the edge.

  “OH, MY GOD! OH MY GOD!” Michael called out. “FUCK MY ASS! FUCK IT! GO DEEPER! HARDER! YESSSSSSSSSS!”

  Colin’s fingers went deeper and deeper into Michael’s hole, beginning to tickle his prostate, completely filling him up.

  “AHHHHHHH!!!” Michael roared. Cum spurted from his cock. Colin continued pushing his fingers in and out of his hole, then he clamped his mouth down over the shooting dick, sucking up as many drips and drops as he could.

  Michael moaned again, eyes close, cock head sensitive, leaking the last few drops. He loved the feel of Colin’s fingers in his asshole and Colin's tongue moving up and down his shaft, licking it clean.

  They kissed tongues and twirling, swapping saliva and sweet fuck juices. They kissed. Michael took hold of Colin’s shit scented fingers and sniffed them, eyes closed, mouth half parted. Colin smiled, took hold of the fingers, and pushed them into Michael’s mouth.

  “GODAMMNNN!” The cop who was driving said. “WE GOT US A FUCKING FREAK! WOWWWWWW!”

  He hit the sire
n began zooming past all the other cars. They were on the run. Three fugitives. Michael couldn’t wait to learn more about these two men. He couldn’t wait to play with both of them. It was going to be so much fun!

  Naughty Summer Things

  An Erotic Gay Menage Romance

  Benjamin Walsh

  I used to think it was a chore to go on family vacations knowing that my secret would tear them apart. I need to make them see me.

  Timothy and Roscoe have taken me underneath their wing. I’m not much for surfing, but for these guys, I will make the exception.

  It doesn’t matter how many times I fall down. It matters how many times they are willing to pick me up.

  It’s going to be a very interesting two months in the Miami heat. I don’t want to keep it in my pants and I don’t want them to either.

  Timothy Parker

  I never thought I would have two guys. I’ve been trying to show Roscoe for quite some time that there’s more than just surfing.

  Partying is fun. Partying with three is a lot better than two. I’m not foolish. I know how Benjamin has been looking at me and Roscoe.

  The sizzling sand and two bodies in motion are only going to end up one way. Inviting Benjamin to join us was the best thing that I could’ve done.

  Roscoe seems a little put-off. He has made his feelings quite clear. I’m just wondering if the message got to another part of his anatomy.

  Roscoe Michaels

  I thought I just wanted to be friends. The more I deny it, the more I could see him twisting in the sheets with me.

  I thought for sure three would be a crowd. Benjamin doesn’t fit. He doesn’t surf. He does look great in a skimpy pair of board shorts.

  It was bad enough when I had to keep my hands to myself around Timothy. Benjamin makes me feel highly motivated.

  My parents aren’t around to police my actions. I can’t say the same thing for Benjamin. His little sister Vanessa seems to know something she shouldn’t. I want to be good, but it’s better to be bad.

  * * *

  Chapter one

  This was the first time my parents had decided to go on vacation and I knew the reason why. There had been some animosity and the tension in the air was so thick that you could cut it with a knife. I was hesitant to join them, but they were quite insistent we do this as a family.

  I wasn’t much for the outdoors and my time was better spent getting ready for the second year of college. I had a five-year plan and I wasn’t going to let anybody derail me. My sister on other hand was looking to get away from an old boyfriend who had gotten a little too possessive.

  “I just hope what your boss said about this place lives up to expectations.” I could sense my mother trying to drive that wage even further between her and my father.

  “I guess we won’t know until we get there. We’re only a few minutes away and I think my boss outdid himself this time. It’s right on the beach and there is a hot tub on the deck for those cooler evenings.” He was obviously thinking about rekindling a spent flame and it was going to mean we were going to have to make ourselves scarce.

  “I don’t know if you know this, but Benjamin brought with him some textbooks. The only thing I brought with me was a tiny bikini. I want to soak up the rays and forget about all of my problems.” Vanessa was a bleached blond with natural curves in all the right places. At 5’3 and 110lbs, the guys had been buzzing around her since she started to develop when she was only 14. My parents still thought of her as virginal, but the sight that greeted my eyes one September evening was now burned into my brain for all time.

  She was no stranger to using them up and then turning to another. Her latest squeeze was now a distant memory, but he wasn’t about to let it go that easily. Showing up at odd hours of the day and night had become a little more than she could take. The only way that she could keep it from our parents was because they were dealing with their own issues.

  “Don’t bother your brother and you know that he’s only doing this out of protest. We could’ve left him behind, but your father insisted it was either everybody or nobody.” I didn’t want to consider myself a mama’s boy, but we did have a unique bond. My father hated that we talked about everything and he was left out in the cold.

  “It doesn’t seem unreasonable for everybody to have fun this summer. I took two months off and believe me it took a lot to make this happen. I will still have to work for a couple of hours every morning, but it’s a small price to pay to live in paradise for the next couple of months.” We rolled up to this beach house and the first thing I could hear were the waves crashing against the shore on the other side of the house.

  I followed the sound like it was my own personal pied piper and I stood in awe of the majestic beauty of nature. I took off my shoes and my socks and I rolled up my pant legs until I was able to wade into the water. It was like soaking in a warm bath and then I heard laughter and turned my head to see two young specimens gliding across that same glassy surface on surfboards.

  “Put your tongue back in your mouth Benjamin before father realizes what I’ve known all along.” Vanessa had stumbled upon my browser and amazingly, she wasn’t appalled by what she saw. “You should go down there and make some introductions. I’ll play buffer with mom and dad. I know you haven’t been able to admit it, but this could be your opportunity to shed the protective skin you’ve been wearing. I know what I would do in your shoes, but I might be asking a bit too much out of someone that hasn’t really lived a little.” She could suspect anything she wanted, but until she saw something with her own eyes then it was more conjecture than actual fact.

  “I don’t know how many times I have to tell you this, but what you found on my browser was curiosity. I’m sure you have some sketchy material on yours, but you always seem to erase everything before I get a chance to catch you in the act.” The two guys surfing were quite put together and I might’ve been a bit on the skinny side. I considered myself to have a swimmers body.

  “You keep trying to convince me, but I’m not fooled for a second. There’s no reason for you to keep these feelings all bottled up. Those guys might not even be your type, but I think that you’ll be pleasantly surprised. Just be careful and I don’t want you to get hurt.” We had always butted heads, but when one of us was down the other would be there to pick the other up.

  Before I knew what I was doing, I was walking very slowly down the beach, kicking sand and looking every so often at the two guys. One had blond hair down past his tapered shoulders and the other one was shaven with a military cut. Both of them had something the other didn’t. I found myself trying to mesh them into one.

  My sister and I were quite dysfunctional, but to everybody else, it would seem we had the normal kind of upbringing. The distance between my mother and father had grown over the years and I suspected that there was an underlying reason for all of it. My mother was known to go away on overnight trips. I think my father felt neglected and began to wonder how much was business and how much was pleasure.

  I hadn’t had a relationship and the day I came out would probably give my father a heart attack. He was quite steadfast in his bigotry. It was a vicious cycle passed down from one generation to the next. I could only be glad it did not fall on my shoulders to carry those same antiquated beliefs into the future. I had one forgotten lover who had awakened something in me and then he shipped out the next day. I thought I could chalk it up to a lot of liquor and no judgment, but the more I thought about it, the more I began to realize I really didn’t have the same feelings toward girls.

  There was no way they could measure up to the strong and confident attitude of a man. They could be gentle and kind, but they can be forceful and firm when it came to matters of the heart. I looked up and found myself staring at both of these guys with towels around their shoulders and water dripping off their chests.

  Chapter two

  “I don’t know what you’re doing here, but this is private property. My father owns a
mile of the beach and I really don’t take kindly to trespassers.” He was being rude and the other guy decided to chastise him by slapping his bare chest with his hand.

  “Roscoe, there’s no reason to be mistrusting of everybody. Your father really did do a number on you, but that’s an issue for your therapist. Show the kid some respect and he probably didn’t even know what he was doing.” Two colorful surfboards were behind them standing in the sand.

  “I need a shower.” Roscoe was a man of few words, but I couldn’t help to watch him out of the corner of my eye as he made his way up to a beach house with what I could only consider a wall of glass. There was a vast deck with all the comforts of home including a barbecue and a hot tub for convenience.

  He was wearing this very thin piece of black mesh material. I could sense there was something I was interrupting. He glanced over his shoulder not smiling and walking like he had a stick up his ass.

  “I’m sorry about that and there’s no excuse for his behavior.” He introduced himself and I did the same and before long we were talking about where we came from. “It’s interesting you would mention coming from a small town and I think we have that in common.” He seemed genuine and kind. I felt the strain of conversation when I was trying to befriend Roscoe.

  “I can’t tell you how often I have wondered about taking up surfing. I see all these movies and it looks like fun, but I gotta believe it’s not as easy as it seems.” I’ve never had any aspiration of standing on a surfboard, but for some reason, I found myself trying to take up the pastime. I just wanted to be close to them.

  “I don’t see any reason why you shouldn’t try and we can start right now with a few lessons.” I followed him from behind, licking my lips and wondering what it was going to take to get that black wetsuit down over his healthy posterior.