Now I know you want to get out of here early, just like she said. So many of you are planning on voting for these men to go to prison, but you should think about what you're doing before you do that. They'll be put in locked cells with vicious killers and rapists, forced to literally fight to survive for their right to live. Are you willing to subject somebody to that simply because you're impatient? Remember the magnitude of the decision you're making. The Ramos brothers will probably die behind bars unless you take the time to give them some basic human compassion and understanding.'
I took one last hard look at them, confronted each one personally, trying to read their reactions. Most were neutral. Others were looking away. Some were nodding along with what I was saying, but there was no way of knowing for certain what they were going to do. Landon was shaking. Carter was staring at me, clearly uncertain, but I wanted to believe that he had faith in what I was doing. It had nothing to do with the money. It was about the men who took their time to cherish and love me, to show their appreciation and give me the experience of a lifetime. I might not have fully agreed with their methods, but I would never forget what it was like being with them.
The prosecutor had already given her closing arguments, and the judge kept leaning her head back like she was falling asleep, so the jury went back to deliberate on what I'd said. Carter sat down next to his brother in the back while we waited together.
“I don't trust it.” Landon said. “They don't give innocent verdicts. I've never seen it.”
“Shit, I haven't either,” Carter whispered.
“Well I have.” I wanted to look confident. I wasn't though. I was almost as worried as they were. I had put so much into this case. I didn't think I could live with myself if they lost.
It was taking too long, and the pressure was mounting. It was in the soft sighs and grunts of the people in the courtroom, and the way the judge kept nodding off then looking up like she was ready to run out. I looked down to see my hands shaking. Carter must've noticed because he took them in his own. It was miraculous. He was trying to reassure me when my life was on the line. I couldn't believe it.
When they finally walked out, and the representative stood up, the clerk of the court cleared her throat. The judge didn't respond. She was out. So the clerk walked up and tapped her on the shoulder. The judge sat up right away and looked around, as if she were trying to see whether or not anyone noticed her sleeping. “Have you got a verdict?” She said finally.
“Yes we have your honor. We the jury find the defendants innocent of all charges.”
“Whoo!” Landon was out of his seat his fist pumping. Carter grabbed him by the hand to pull him away, but there was no stopping him. He ran out so we followed him.
Carter took me to the side, blushing just a bit. “I can't believe you just did that.”
“I really wanted it.” I admitted.
“Thank you.” He took a quick look around to see if anyone was watching then lunged forward and kissed me. I was so shocked, I thought of pulling back, but there was no pulling back from a man like him. Once he had a hold on me, I was trapped. So I took it and let him wrap his arm around me.
Then the courtroom door opened and he pulled back, but that moment was still there. His touch was just as sweet, sweeter in fact given the fact that I knew he'd walk out of there a free man.
Chapter 9
I walked right in wearing shorts so tight I was ready to explode out of them and a blue tank top, drenched in smoke, my hips swinging as I made my way into the dining room where pulsing white and lavender lights became an entrancing spectacle, urging me through the crowd towards the end of the hall where Landon was sitting in the center of the couch, his mocha skin set against, the velvet red of the drapes.
Carter was at the bar making himself a drink. When he saw me, he swaggered over with his shirt draped over one broad shoulder and his jeans hanging just below his hips, a tuft of hair creeping up out of the top. “What are you doing here?” He had a grin from ear to ear.
“I think he wants to party, bro.”
“Yeah,” Carter's head was bobbing to the beat, his hips moving in a sensual, hypnotic rhythm as he walked up, glass in hand. “Here,” he pressed it to my lips, intent on seeing me take it.
“Nah,” I pushed his hand back gently. “Here for the money.”
“Then why you dressed all sexy, huh?” He reached around and grabbed my cheek with his finger creeping in.
“Come on,” Landon got up, walked out then turned back and met my eyes.
I followed him up the stairs with Carter close behind me. I could feel him looking, those sharp daggers of his running down my neck and over my back.
Thump, thump, thump, thump.
I felt the rhythm, and the fabric of the universe shifted. This was an entirely new dimension, built of flesh and sensation, begging to be explored.
Landon started putting the money in a duffel bag. Carter closed the door behind him and I was trapped with two beasts of carnal mystery. He was behind me now, his cock pressing in so close I almost reached back and grabbed it, but I couldn't. He was too beautiful, too dangerous
His hands were moving down my side. “I know what you want,” he whispered in that piercing way of his and lifted his cock up so I could feel it through my shorts.
“Hand me that.” I grabbed the bag.
“You ain't gonna stay?” Carter was genuinely disappointed.
I flipped the bag upside down and let the money rain down on us. Landon was on me, his lips pressed against mine, his cock rubbing up against my thigh, grazing the tip of my own. He was a brute beast offering a gentle benediction, both warm and succulent, so sweet that when combined with Carter's touch, and his lips roaming down my neck, I found myself lost in it.
The music and rhythm was all around us now. It became a part of the act, so intrinsically intertwined with our movements that it was hard to say where it stopped and their kisses began. But it didn't matter. I was trapped, between two cocks, two pairs of hands, and they could do whatever they wanted.
Carter had his fingers hooked in my belt loops, laughing softly. He was ready to violate me. He wasn't going to wait, not this time. I could feel him jumping up and down now, pulling his cock down my cheeks with his hands thrust down his pants.
Landon grabbed my dick with a sharp inhale through his teeth. The jolt was overpowering, and it didn't stop. His hand moved where it wanted, down to the base, up to the head where he moved his thumb back and forth while he watched my lips part, a shuddering whisper pushing its way out of my throat, driven by that succulent touch.
He laughed and began pulling up the seams of my shirt. Then he lifted my chin and our eyes locked together. “Oh,” he thrust his hands down my shirt, grabbed me by the base and my cock was jumping hungrily. I needed more.
I'd never felt so exposed or vulnerable. The air was rushing in, like tiny ice crystals leaving goosebumps in their wake. My shirt was over my head and on the floor before I knew it. Then my pants, down past my hips, and at my feet. I was completely naked, stuck between two bloodthirsty creatures.
They were feeding on me, drinking in the soft ridges, my curves, and of course, the sound of my fluttering sigh when Landon dipped down and flicked his tongue over my nipple. Carter cupped my cheek, gave me a slap, and I jolted, breathless from the hot tingling and Landon's finger moving around my nipples.
Each sensation was another world, another place my body could travel. It was real, not the product of overcharged endorphins or psychedelics, which made it that much better. Landon backed up, his head bobbing, his eyes moving down my chest, my stomach over the forest of hair and finally honed in on my cock. He was preparing. For what, I didn't know, but the anticipation was a thrill of its own, almost as potent as their touch.
All at once he grabbed my cock, let his thumb roam over it, teasing the head, then down the shaft again. I'd given him pleasure. Now it was his turn, and the way he was staring at it with his juicy lips parted just
a bit, and his hand moving faster now.
Then all of a sudden, he was on his knees holding the base of his cock with his mouth spread open as he stared up at me. His tongue flicked out, caught the tip, and moved down the back, towards that tuft of sensitive skin, then down the shaft until I was inside him, pushing in ever so slightly.
He took it all, and even let me rest my cock in the back of his throat. He didn't mind. He was happy to do it, to twist head and hands while my moans grew louder and louder. He pulled out and dove down, taking my balls one by one into his mouth, gently with his tongue moving over the skin.
“God, yeah. Lick those balls.”
“You like that?” His hand was just as compelling as his mouth, a sure sign that he wanted to please.
“Yeah,”
His mouth was just so slippery sweet, golden warmth and pure passion. He was cherishing me with his tongue moving around and around over my shaft then my head. My whole body was tingling, roaring now from the seduction of it.
He had his lips pressed in tight now, letting his cock slip through them as Carter watched smiling, kneading my shoulders. Then Carter reached down and grabbed my butt. “So fucking sexy.” He slapped it hard. “You like that?”
“Yeah,” I moaned.
He parted my cheeks while Landon dove in, choking on my cock then moving his lips up the shaft. “Mmm,” Carter groaned, “that fucking hole.”
He reached in and started moving his finger along the rim, spreading with it a blaze of passion, and a sweep wisp of desire, growing as his finger moved closer. Then he drove it through, his knuckle caressing my prostate while Landon used his hand to compensate for his lips. It was pain and pleasure, both combining in one passionate web of energy growing as the tempo increased and the beat rolled through me.
Carter was slipping in and out now. Landon was moving deeper and deeper, then out against while he watched my reaction. I couldn't help but want more, though. I needed Carter's cock, Landon's hole, everything they could give.
A long drawn out moan flowed through my lips, melding with the beat. Carter grabbed my chin and pulled my head around so I could see him. He was completely naked, a beast unleashed with his hand slipping over his shaft. “You want this?”
“Nah, it's my turn.” Landon pushed him aside, bent me over quick and drove through me like lightning soaring down through the sky. I wasn't ready. There was no anticipation this time, no tease. No, Landon didn't work that way. He took what he wanted, and never once hesitated.
My mouth fell open, my face scrunched, only to have Carter ram his dick into my mouth. His hips swung, thump, thump, thump, perfectly in sync with the bass and the soft lilting tones of the vocals.
This was a completely different experience entirely. I could watch Carter's playful eyes, his exaggerated expressions, and take my time worshiping him the way he deserved to be worshiped. I was taking control, deciding whether or not to choke on it or move slowly.
Then all at once, I felt the beast inside him rush out. He was just as forceful as his brother. He was pounding, grunting and sweating, his body leaned over mine.
I could feel Landon's cock rushing through me, caressed by my soft insides with the full aggressive force of is manhood, pressing hard against my prostate, skipping over it while Carter stared down, watching me move my tongue over the shaft and up to the head with a smile, and a quick flick. He took my head, drove in deep and let it rest, slamming his balls into my chin, a sure sign that he was loving it.
I was a conduit for their pleasure. It moved through me, streaming out over my stomach, my hands and feet. Nothing existed but flesh and power, energy and force, a ball of pure momentum and energy tickling my skin as it traveled deep into my core. Landon was pushing closer, ready to touch it, faster now, his deep sighs combined with Carter's grunts.
He slapped my butt, drove through and reached in to grab me. All I needed was that one jolt to pull me into the throes of ecstasy, a wave of electricity, ice and fire. I was trapped in a cyclone, spinning, reeling and crying out, just shuddering from the sheer force of it.
I looked up and Carter grabbed me by the chin. His lips pressed against mine as his tongue dove deeper. “You're coming back.”
“You have to,” Landon said.
“I will.” I didn't need drugs or alcohol to experience bliss. I had them.
The Basketball Team
An Erotic Gay Sports Menage Romance
Joshua Anderson
I come from the strict catholic upbringing with a Pastor for a father. I couldn’t be myself. I had to pretend to be something I wasn’t.
I live with this secret hanging over my head. I found myself with two roommates. Both are very different, but I have feelings for the both of them.
I can’t decide. It’s too hard. I want my cake and eat it too.
I’m a little naïve. I am inexperienced, but I think they both can help with that. Dawson is more adventurous. Evan needs to be coaxed and that’s something we have in common.
Dawson Reeves
I live for basketball, but my father wants me to be a lawyer. I work in his office. I find myself in a tedious situation.
My roommate Evan is someone I want more than platonic. I know he wants me too. Our new roommate is a friend he has been corresponding with. Meeting him for the first time gave me ideas.
I’m trying to juggle three things are the same time. What I want most of all is to juggle the both of them. I just need them to recognize the possibilities.
Evan Crandall
I’ve always been interested in Dawson. I’ve just never done anything about the heat between us. Joshua is going to change all that.
I’ve never considered two guys at the same time. We need to make this work.
I’m a bit more logical. It’s time for me to come out of my shell. I just need the right reasons. Dawson and Joshua are the right reasons.
I will do practically anything. Dawson knows that and feeds on it like a drug. We are both on the basketball team. Girls want us. I can see what he wants and I’m about ready to give it to him.
We just have to be careful around his family. It might be fun sneaking around.
* * *
Chapter one
I never thought that I would be caught dead doing something like this. It was not like me and my father would never be able to look at me the same way again. I liked the attention and I felt alive for the first time in my life. My pulse was racing, my body taxed to the limit and I found that wall and went through it.
I had loads of inspiration and incentives to keep up. I had been doing it for less than a couple of months, but I’d seen some real progress in that time. I kept looking down at my phone wondering when he was going to write again. I’d come halfway across the United States to meet him. I had an opportunity to work alongside one of my mentors. He extended the invitation on behalf of his daughter. That was not my main reason for being here.
Not even my father knew that I was really into fashion. I couldn’t look at anyone without draping them in my mind in some interesting attire that just came to me. I wanted to break into the business and this up and coming designer wanted to use some of my creations in his next show.
“I hope you don’t take this the wrong way, but you look better than your photograph.” He caught me off guard, startled and a little tongue tied, but I knew the sound of his voice. Evan was the guy I had been talking to in a friendly manner with a little flirtation to mix in for good measure. “You told me that you were going to be here. I decided to pop in and see for myself. I know you have been looking for a place to stay and I might have something. I was reluctant to mention it before because I didn’t know how you would feel about it.” I’d stopped jogging in my tiny black shorts and muscle shirt to look at him in his jeans and black tee shirt.
“I never thought you would actually come here and meet me in person. We scheduled everything down to a science. I was going to have dinner with you this evening.” I hadn’t told him of m
y fascination or attraction with his Latino good looks.
He was a little taller than me, a bit intimidating and the sight of his body was a sculpted piece of marble. I knew that he was on the basketball team, but that was not what he wanted to do with his life. He wanted to be the next great American author and had been secretly writing a screenplay. He promised me first perusal and I was really looking forward to seeing his words come to life on the page.
“I hope you don’t take this as a little bit too forward. We’ve talked for some time and it feels like I already know you. Joshua, you might be a fish out of water, but I can help you to navigate this new terrain.” The new terrain he was talking about was the sinful city of Las Vegas. The glitz and glamour were blindingly unfamiliar and made me feel like I had just stepped into a different world.
“I just wanted to get the lay of the land. I arrived on the bus a couple of days ago. I’ve been staying at this fleabag motel on the outskirts of town. I started my apprenticeship and everything seems to be going well enough. It’s unpaid and I really don’t have the kind of money to stick around for any more than a month.” I looked him up and down and there was this desperate need inside me to brush a lone strand of hair away from his eyes.
He had the most amazing blue piercing eyes I’d ever seen and I felt like I could get lost in them for days. He was no stranger to working out and I was looking forward to seeing more of him. I wasn’t much for treating my body like I was its slave. I felt a little inadequate, but he didn’t seem to mind the difference in body types.
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