“Thanks! Let’s see if there’s room in the fridge,” Hank said, wrapping his big furry arm round Burke’s shoulder. “If not, I’ve got a cooler on the balcony we can put it in.” Burke could do nothing but go along.
Once in the kitchen, Hank pushed his way through the crowd of people toward the refrigerator.
“Hey, Ma,” Hank said, hip-bumping an older woman in khaki slacks with salt-and-pepper hair. As she turned, there was no mistaking that she and Hank were related. “I want you to meet Burke. Burke, this is my mom.”
“Very nice to meet you, Mrs. Staunton,” Burke said.
“And it is very nice to meet you as well, Burke,” she replied, a warm smile on her still-pretty face.
“And I’m Bitsy,” a slender blonde woman interjected, as she pushed her way forward, her hand extended palm side down. “I’m an old friend of the family.”
Burke noticed Hank’s face go stiff, his smile suddenly forced.
“It’s nice to meet you, too, Bitsy.” Burke could tell instantly that he didn’t like this bleached blonde. If he was correct, that wasn’t the only thing that wasn’t natural about this woman—her boobs and nose, for starters.
Bitsy’s smile was as put-on as her makeup, Burke decided, as she wrapped her arm around Hank’s waist, not unlike an anaconda.
“Ah-hum.” An older man cleared his throat behind Hank’s mother.
“Oh, and this is my dad,” Hank introduced Burke, his smile looking genuine again.
“Nice to meet you, Mr. Staunton.” Burke smiled at the warm eyes that matched Hank’s.
“Same here, young man.” Mr. Staunton smiled back, a twinkle in his eyes as he glanced at Hank.
Hank was able to turn out of the snake’s grip that Bitsy had on him. “This is my sister Amanda,” he said, hugging the female version of himself, “and my sister-in-law, Jack’s wife, Heather.” He kissed the cheek of a woman whose headful of curly red hair reminded Burke of a Raggedy Ann doll—in a good way.
Amanda stepped between Bitsy and Hank, extending her hand. “It is very nice to meet you, Burke. Hank hasn’t stopped talking about you.”
Burke couldn’t help but blush and notice the slight scowl that flashed briefly over Bitsy’s face. “It is nice to meet you all.”
“Come, Burke,” Mrs. Staunton said taking Burke’s arm. “Let’s get you something to drink. I understand that this is a joint birthday party?” Mrs. Staunton led Burke toward the balcony.
“I don’t know about joint, but today is my birthday,” Burke hesitantly admitted.
“Then it is a joint party,” the older woman confirmed, smiling up at Burke.
As the party progressed, Burke noticed that at no time was he not talking with one member or another of Hank’s family. There were others he was introduced to; Hank’s coworkers and his or his family’s other assorted friends. It was during this time that he found out that it was a family business, and that all of them worked for Knoll construction.
Burke had to admit that he was having a good time at the party, even if he was embarrassed when they all sang happy birthday to both him and Hank, insisting that he take part in blowing out the candles on the huge cake with Hank.
When Burke excused himself to go to the restroom, he overheard Bitsy talking to Hank.
“So you’re telling me that you’d rather be with that fucking faggot than with me!”
“That’s exactly what I’m telling you Bitsy,” Burke heard Hank say angrily.
“But we were so good together, Hank,” Bitsy whined.
“That was thirteen years ago, Bitsy.” Hank sounded more exasperated now. “We were in high school, and I was confused. I’m gay, Bitsy. It’s time you accepted it and got over it.”
“I can make you…” she started.
“No, Bitsy, you can’t,” Hank said, angry again.
“Fine then.” Bitsy’s voice turned acid. “If you want to go be a cocksucking faggot, go right ahead, but just you wait. Wait until all the guys at work find out you like sucking dick!”
“Miss Dawson,” Burke heard another man’s voice. “You say one word to anyone and you will find yourself not only unemployed but I will have to have a serious talk with your father. I don’t think he would be very pleased that his daughter has been fired from the construction company that contracts his heating-and-air company.” He realized the voice was Hank’s father’s.
Suddenly, the partially open door swung open exposing Burke as Bitsy exited the room. Spotting Burke she said, “Fucking faggot,” as she pushed past him.
Hank’s and Burke’s eyes met.
“I think you two need to talk,” Mr. Staunton said, grinning as he also saw Burke. “Excuse me.”
“You’re…” Burke choked before he could finish what he started to say.
Hank grabbed Burke by the arm, pulling him into the bedroom and closing the door.
“I’ve been trying to tell you, but I didn’t know how,” Hank said. “I was trying to yesterday, but when you fell…”
“You scared the shit out of me,” Burke said, his voice squeaking.
“Are you scared now?”
“Yes.”
“Don’t be.” Hank took Burke’s head, his hands on either side, and slowly pulled him into a kiss. It was slow and tender, with both of their eyes wide open.
Hank ended the kiss, still looking into Burke’s eyes. “Still scared?” Burke shook his head no.
“Good,” Hank said, and smiled before pulling him back into another kiss, this one not so tender.
Hank slid his arms around Burke’s waist, pulling him closer as his tongue pushed into Burke’s mouth. Hank’s fat wet tongue delved into the recesses of Burke’s mouth, taking him, demanding participation.
Burke’s body responded as if waking from a long hibernation, instincts taking over. He grabbed Hank’s head in his hands and smashed his mouth onto those lips that he had lusted over, quickly dominating the kiss, his hips grinding into Hank’s.
The door was flung open abruptly. “Here they are,” Jack called out loudly over his shoulder. “They’re back here swappin’ spit.”
“Well, good lord, close the door and let them be then, Jack,” Mrs. Staunton’s voice came from behind Jack.
“Way ta go, little brother.” Jack smiled broadly.
“We’ll see you tomorrow, Hank,” Mrs. Staunton called out. “You too, Burke.”
Then the door closed.
“Your family…”
“Yeah, they know,” Hank whispered, his arms still around Burke’s waist. “I couldn’t wait for them to meet you. Kiss me again?”
It didn’t take much to convince Burke when Hank moved his hands down, gripping his ass, grinding their burgeoning erections together. Burke covered Hank’s mouth with his own, and this time it was his tongue doing the tonsil diving.
Something snapped inside of Burke. He growled into Hank’s mouth as he started to pull Hank’s Grateful Dead T-shirt up and off, giving Hank a chance to catch his breath as their lips separated. With Hank’s naked chest exposed, Burke had free rein to explore the fur-covered pectorals and the erect, plum-colored nipples. He teased each sensitive nub, first by lightly pinching, then twisting, making Hank groan, his head thrown back. His hand gripping Hank’s hair, Burke sucked the right nipple hard, then nibbled it, causing Hank to gasp in pain and pleasure. As Burke gave the left nipple the same treatment, Hank’s hand went to the back of Burke’s head, pushing harder onto the tortured nipple.
Lifting his head, Hank looked into Burke’s eyes before he could kiss him again. “Please,” Hank pleaded.
Releasing two years of pent-up sexual frustration, anger and just plain horniness, Burke pushed Hank back onto the bed. He reached for the fly of Hank’s jeans, all but ripping them open before gripping the waistband and tugging them down and then off. Hank now lay completely naked. Burke took a moment to let his eyes explore the physical beauty lying before him: the massive chest, the tight abdomen covered in hair, the full pubic bush
and then the throbbing, purple-headed dick, the head already shiny with precum. Hank’s heavy balls were already slightly drawn up, making Burke’s mouth water.
Standing, Burke quickly stripped off his clothes. Hank was able to take in, for the first time, Burke’s tightly muscled physique. He saw what he had suspected all along, the swimmer’s build he had admired clothed, now, finally, naked.
A low whine starting in the back of Burke’s throat was the only notice given Hank before Burke dove between his legs, first sucking in one lightly furred egg and then the other.
White-hot flashes of light exploded in Burke’s head as he tasted Hank for the first time. Inhaling deeply, he relished the musky male smell, heavy testosterone-laced pheromones filling his nostrils. In a near-frenzied state, Burke pushed Hank’s legs toward his chest, exposing the furry, wrinkled hole.
Burke dove in, licking, biting and then sucking on the tight pucker, groaning, sending vibrations right into Hank, raising goose bumps on his inner thighs. He rimmed the writhing man until his tongue and throat muscles were on fire. Then he slowly worked his way up, licking and sniffing Hank as he crawled up the fuzzy body, savoring every inch. He then kissed the bearded hunk, letting him taste himself.
Hank pushed Burke off him, reached into the drawer of the nightstand and pulled out lube and a packet of condoms. He handed Burke the bottle of lube, while ripping open the foil wrapper of one of the condoms with his teeth.
Hank dropped the condom when Burke pushed a lubed finger into him. Automatically, Hank lifted his legs higher, giving Burke easy access. Burke eased the finger in and out, twisting, opening Hank up.
Hank lifted his head, looked at Burke and demanded, “In me…now,” his voice a low guttural growl.
Burke withdrew his finger, and rolled the condom onto his now-painful erection. His latex-covered dick pressed against Hank’s well-lubricated opening. Looking into Hank’s eyes, he pushed past the tight sphincter muscle, watching Hank closely for any sign of pain.
Hank’s mouth opened, but he said nothing. After a moment, he relaxed enough, allowing Burke to slowly penetrate him fully. Burke paused when he could go no farther, closed his eyes and breathed in deep, hoping not to cum right then.
Once he felt Hank push back, and when he was sure he wouldn’t blow his load, he started to slowly ease himself in and out, constantly watching Hank’s expression. Burke held on to Hank’s ankles as he slowly built up speed.
Dropping the construction worker’s ankles, bending him almost double, he pounded into him, the room echoing with the slapping of Burke’s hips into Hank’s hairy asscheeks. Hank’s head was rolling back and forth, his eyes rolled back in his head.
Suddenly Hank lifted his head, looked into Burke’s eyes and started stuttering, “I’m…can’t stop…oh holy fuck…” His face turned red, the muscles on the side of his neck strained as he screamed, “I’m coming!”
Gripping his dick for the first time, Hank jacked himself twice and then unleashed a thick rope of cum, striping his body from neck to navel. He arched his back as he unloaded his dark, furry balls.
Hank’s muscled ass clenched tight, making it almost impossible for Burke to move. The added tightness was enough to send Burke into orbit as he forcefully slammed his dick into Hank’s hot ass.
Burke bent Hank double as he thrust his tongue and his dick into the man beneath him. Something between a scream and a growl was forced into the hirsute man’s mouth as Burke continued to pummel Hank’s body, filling the condom with his own blistering-hot cum.
Burke collapsed onto Hank’s wet body, melding the two sweat-covered, cum-covered men together. Hank was stroking Burke’s back as his dick slipped free from Hank’s well-used hole.
“Talk about still waters running deep,” Hank chuckled. “I knew you would be an animal in bed.”
Burked lifted his head and looked at Hank as he blushed. “Um…sorry. I guess I kinda got carried away.”
“Don’t be sorry, I totally enjoyed it,” Hank smiled, stroking the side of Burke’s red face. “Let me know when you’re ready to go again.”
Burke smiled into those topaz eyes before replying. “Ready.”
ABOUT THE AUTHORS
SHANE ALLISON is the editor of over a dozen gay erotic anthologies and has been published in just as many. He just finished his first novel and lives in Tallahassee, Florida.
BOOT LS is the author of Erotica By Request, writing stories for those who request them. He exists only in the world of the Internet, only as a name on the other side of stories. He is ageless, faceless, and is male only as often as he wants to be.
DAN CAVANAGH ([email protected]) has been published several times in Drummer and Manifest Reader magazines. “Of all the writers I’ve encountered in a long career of writing and editing gay erotica, only a handful have really pushed my own buttons, and Dan Cavanagh is foremost among them.” — Aaron Travis
ERIC DEL CARLO’s (ericdelcarlo.com) erotica has appeared with Circlet Press, Loose Id, Ravenous Romance, Cleis Press and other venues. He also writes science fiction and fantasy, appearing in such publications as Asimov’s and Strange Horizons, and is the coauthor of the mystery novel NO Quarter.
LANDON DIXON’s writing credits include the magazines Men, Freshmen, [2], Mandate, Torso, and Honcho; stories in the anthologies Brief Encounters, In Plain View, Hot Jocks, Uniforms Unzipped and Best Gay Erotica 2009; and the short story collections Hot Tales of Gay Lust 1, 2 and 3.
THOMAS FUCHS ([email protected]) has spent much of his career writing documentary television and some print nonfiction. He greatly enjoys doing research, particularly for the erotic fiction he has recently been attempting.
CALVIN GIMPELEVICH is a compact queer of dubious virtue. His work can be found in the usual smut anthologies as well as Topside Press’s The Collection. He lives in Seattle, Washington; but will probably, eventually, move.
Having had his first short story published in the e-zine Clean Sheets back in 2010, TONY HAYNES now writes regularly for X-cite books and The Big Pulp magazine. X-cite books will publish Tony’s debut erotic novel, Pleasure Island, in Spring 2014.
LEE HITT (leehitt.wordpress.com) lives, loves and writes in New Hampshire.
DAVID HOLLY (facebook.com/david.holly2) is the author of a hundred short stories; the novels The Moon’s Deep Circle, Kissing Behind the Bathhouse and Stealing the Mayor’s Underpants; and the collections The Dream in the Heart of the Forest and Delicious Darkness.
For DILO KEITH, writing kinky erotica is the latest manifestation of a lifelong fascination with sex and multi-decadal interest in BDSM. It felt great the first time, so Dilo did it again, first alone, later with friends and eventually in public. Published works include three short stories, a novelette and academic papers.
DALE LAZAROV (dalelazarov.com) is the writer/editor of GOOD SPORTS (drawn by Alessio Slonimsky), NIGHTLIFE (drawn by Bastian Jonsson), MANLY (drawn by Amy Colburn), and STICKY (drawn by Steve MacIsaac), gay erotic comics that Gay Vox, among others, have called “the best gay erotica comics ever.”
K. LYNN has been a longtime fan of the erotica market, sneaking in reading time when no one was watching. She enjoys subverting the gender stereotypes in her writing and looks forward to exploring that more in the future. When she’s not writing short stories, she’s working on her novels.
GREGORY L. NORRIS (gregorylnorris.blogspot.com) writes full time from the Outer Limits of New Hampshire and is the author of the handbook to all-things-Sunnydale, The Q Guide to Buffy the Vampire Slayer (Alyson Books) and the recent The Fierce and Unforgiving Muse: Twenty-Six Tales From the Terrifying Mind of Gregory L. Norris (EJP).
HUCK PILGRIM (huckpilgrim.wordpress.com) is the pseudonym of a minor author who craves readers, and doesn’t mind working hard on his books. He is a father and a husband, enjoys his family, writing, and watching movies. Self-publishing erotic ebooks is his latest foolish pursuit.
JASON A. QUEST (JAQrabbit.com) aspires to be a professional pornographe
r and heretic. He writes and draws religious satire under the Holy Comics! imprint, and is working on a quasi-autobio-porno-graphic novel JAQrabbit Tales, a bisexual man’s life story told through sex scenes, illustrated by himself and various artists.
DOMINIC SANTI is a former technical editor turned rogue whose smutty stories have appeared in dozens of anthologies, including Wild Boys, Hot Daddies, Uniforms Unzipped, Beach Bums, Gay Quickies, Sexy Sailors, Middle Men, Pledges, and several volumes of Best Gay Erotica. Plans include an even dirtier historical novel.
J. M. SNYDER (jms-books.com) writes gay erotic/romantic fiction and has worked with many different publishers over the years. Snyder’s short stories have appeared in anthologies by Alyson Books and Cleis Press. In 2010, Snyder founded JMS Books LLC, a queer small press, which publishes GLBT fiction, nonfiction and poetry.
Residing on English Bay in Vancouver, Canada, JAY STARRE has pumped out steamy gay fiction for dozens of anthologies and has written two gay erotic novels.
MAX VOS is a classically trained chef with over thirty years of food service experience. After retiring in 2011, Max found himself with time on his hands and turned his talents to writing. “Cooking English,” a short story, was his first published work. He has just completed his first novel.
ABOUT THE EDITORS
LARRY DUPLECHAN is the author of five acclaimed gay novels, including Blackbird (1985) and the Lambda Literary Award-winning Got ’til It’s Gone (2008). He served as guest judge for Best Gay Erotica 2012 and is honored to continue the BGE series as editor. Larry lives in a suburb of Los Angeles with his husband of thirty-seven years and their Chartreux cat, Mr. Blue. His erotic art can be found at ChoklitDaddysSketchbook.blogspot.com.
JOE MANNETTI is an actor and LGBT activist. He obtained a Bachelor of Arts degree in literature while living in New York. He is probably most publicly identified for his multiple Bear titles, including Mr. International Daddy Bear 2009, and for his work in erotic videos performing as “Joe Falconi.” Joe currently resides just outside of New York.
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