…my latest erotic gay novel about Fort Lauderdale’s contemporary leather scene. This excerpt is all about kinky PNP sex for those of you who like it that way or those who just want to fantasize.
Let’s set the scene: Jon, a barely out-of the closet kid from New York inherits two of Fort Lauderdale’s hottest bars from his Uncle Charlie, including the town’s leather bar, The Gear Shaft. Attending a “Celebration of Life” gig for Charlie where the guests are all dressed in leather as Charlie would have wanted it, Jon runs into Gil, the manager of the Gear Shaft, a leather hottie who invites Jon back to his place to “show him the ropes”…
“So get comfortable,” said Gil as the two of them strolled into Gil’s studio, a penitentiary cell pigsty, furnished with thrift shop furniture rejects and littered with half empty Gatorade bottles and Twinky wrappers. “Gotta hit the head.”
Jon lay down on the air mattress, not knowing quite what to do or what to expect. All he knew is what he wanted.
The bathroom door was wide open and from his angle, Jon was able to see Gil in the vanity mirror. Pulling his mesh T off, he admired himself for a moment, then opened a drawer, pulled out what looked like a needle and stuck it very carefully in a vein of his arm. Jon watched the sudden rush on his face. Then as he turned to come out, Jon readjusted himself on the bed. Everything was so fast, Jon had no time to react to the moment. All that came immediately to his brain was the image Uncle Charlie had painted of his parents lying on that bed with needles sticking out of their arms.
Should he get up and leave?
Should he say anything?
Instead, Jon did nothing, waiting for the next cue from Gil.
“So you wanna smoke some stuff?” asked Gil casually as he reached over for a glass pipe. “You smoke before?”
“Grass. My j-o buddy Ernie and I would smoke a reefer before we started flipping through those profiles on Growl’r.”
“Same shit,” said Gil, holding a lighter under the glass globe of the pipe. “Just gives you a better high.”
Gil took a long puff, then handed the pipe over to Jon.
“Now move the globe back and forth a few times as I hold the lighter under it, take in a long puff, hold it in just a second or two, then let it out through your nose.”
Jon breathed in, then exhaled. Within seconds, a feeling of super-sensitivity enveloped him.
“I told you this stuff was better than grass.” Gil took a puff, placed the pipe down in an ashtray on a plastic patio table that served as a bed stand, then reached over and, as he pressed his lips against Jon’s, he exhaled into his mouth.
Jon fell flat on the bed, staring at the ceiling as he felt Gil’s fingers embrace every inch of him. It was as if
an electric charge was pulsating through him wherever Gil touched, first stroking the hairs on his chest down to his abs, then his crotch. Then he lay on top of him and began rubbing their beards against one another in some ritual dance.
Gil was the most beautiful man he had ever seen and now he was his. Totally, completely, forever his.
Within minutes, Gil had slipped off his jeans and pulled off Jon’s so the two of them lay there naked.
“Want this off?” said Jon, tugging at his bulldog harness he was still wearing.
“No, buddy, leave it on. You are so hot, fucker, and I’m not saying that just because you’re my boss. You’re just like Charlie. Only better.”
“How, how can I be better. Uncle Charlie knew so much more about all of this than I do. I feel like some country hick.”
“You won’t after today,” said Gil who began eating him up like a piece of hard candy he had just unwrapped. Jon could feel Gil’s massive cut cock – bigger than even Growl’r’s Hairy Aussie’s – digging against his abs. Then, after playfully sliding Jon’s PA around in his fingers through his pierced hole, Gil stuck Jon’s hard dick in his mouth, savoring it like a slow melting ice pop. He moved to Jon’s ball sac, swallowing each ball one at a time, tugging on them as Jon felt Gil’s tongue as they lay nestled in his mouth. He raised Jon’s legs in the air and darted the tip of his tongue in and out of his butthole.
Jon was on another planet.
“Hairy butt – love that,” murmured Gil. He lowered Jon’s legs back to the bed and suddenly bolted up on his knees, his dick twitching up and down like some toll gate in holiday traffic.
“OK, boss, now show me what I taught you.”
Just then he reached for the pipe.
“Want some more?”
“Shit yea,” said Jon positioning himself so his face was inches from Gil’s naked manhood. Two puffs later, he was devouring Gil’s tool like a pro as if he had been doing it for years.
Uncle Charlie would have been proud of his queer nephew. Ernie, his j-o buddy back home, would have thought he was crazy.
But he noticed Gil starting to go soft in his mouth.
“Am I doing it right?”
“Perfect, Boss, just perfect, my dick feels won-der-ful.”
It was then that Jon noticed his own cock going down a bit – this had never happened to him before – even though it felt ten feet long.
“I think it’s time for your advanced course in a little kink,” said Gil and he reached from the side of the mattress to retrieve a length of cord which he tied around Jon’s balls and then his own. Only a few feet of cord separated their sacs, but ever so slowly he began to stand up on the bed.
“Fucken hot,” said Jon, five light years from earth by that point as he watched their balls giggle in midair.
Jon’s cock itched to spurt, though he was wondering where his erection was going. Gil untied the cord on his balls, lowered himself back down to the bed and immediately swallowed Jon’s cock for two minutes before sliding it into his hairy butt hole. With that Jon exploded inside Gil and they both lay on the bed, smelly and spent.
“So how ya feeling Boss?” asked Gil smugly licking the sweat off Jon’s chest.
“I don’t know – I – I’ve never felt this way before …”
“Next time, I want you to tie me up while you fuck me.”
He pressed his mouth to Jon’s ear.
“Oh, and by the way, welcome to Fort Lauderdale.” Then he placed Jon’s still dripping cock in his hand and gave it a kiss.
For a while they just lay there, side by side, Jon’s eyes wide open, staring at the ceiling, counting every water stain and dust mark. Usually after he came with Ernie, both of them would take a fifteen minute power nap. But now he felt like he could run the New York Marathon.
“Why don’t we hit your place? said Gil.
“But I’m fine right here …”
“I mean your other place, the Gear Shaft. It’s underwear night. Should be festive.”
Jon scanned the barren room. Gil got up, grabbed a package of Twinkies from the kitchen shelf, unwrapped it and tossed one to Jon.
“Gil, what were you doing in the bathroom when we first came in?”
Gil grinned like a kid caught by his mother jerking off.
“Whata ya mean?”
“I couldn’t help seeing you in the mirror – you were using a needle …”
“Slamming, boss, just slamming,” answered Gil matter-of-factly.
“What’s – what’s that?”
“You know the stuff we just smoked?”
“And how good it made you feel?”
“Sure, I’m still in fucken heaven – with you.”
“Well, if you use a microwave to liquefy it and then inject it into your arm, it works that much faster, that’s all. That’s slamming.”
Jon fiddled with his nose ring.
“So, you wanna give it a try? Make the way you feel now like a walk in the park compared to traveling to the moon.”
“But Gil, my folks, they – they died of a heroin overdose. They found them with the needles still in their arms…”
Gil started laughing uncontrollably.
‘Shit, boss, it ain’t near anything like Big H. Hey, you ever take speed?”
“Sometimes, when I was out all night and had to work the following morning.”
“That’s all this is. Speed in the fast lane.” Gil ran his hand across Jon’s chest.
“So wanna give it a try before we hit the road?’
Jon gave a hesitant nod. All he thought as Gil was getting the stuff ready in the bathroom was how maybe he was one of those addictive personalities they talked about on Dr. Phil, that he had inherited his parents’ habit and was destined for this moment anyway. After all, if anyone could be an addict it was him. He didn’t have to work or worry about the money. He had all the money in the world now and wouldn’t have to work another day in his life.
“Make a fist,” said Gil as he looked for a vein. He hadn’t even finished injecting the liquid magic into his arm when a sudden, total rush of heat coursed throughout Jon’s body. It was like that sudden blast of heat Jon felt as he got off the plane in Fort Lauderdale airport. Only a thousand times squared.
Then he grabbed Gil tightly and began kissing him until their tongues had no place else to go.
“Hey lover,” murmured Gil.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” was all Jon could say as he fell to the bed. “Next time I want you to fuck me Gil, I want to know what it’s like to fucked by a man. I want you to stare into my eyes and fuck me…”
“You know I’m an obedient employee,” said Gil as he straddled Jon, grabbed his soft cock and paired it with his own, stroking them slowly in his hand. Then, still holding onto them, he leaned over and nestled his nose in Jon’s armpit and washed the stench away with his tongue.
“Fuck you Gil, fuck you,” Jon repeated over and over again. “Get on top of me,” and as Gil did, he dug his hands into the eagle tat on Gil’s back and held him against him like a vise.
All those years jerking off over guys’ pictures with his stupid, backward buddy when he could have had this.
This time it was Jon exploring Gil, his strong chest, firm abs and hairy thighs, then he mouthed his cock and balls for what seemed a lifetime, his own equipment tingling with each lick.
“Turn over, man.” he whispered.
Gil lay spread eagle, his powerful shoulder muscles pulsating in the dim light as Jon outstretched his arms across Gil’s hairy back and kissed his furry ass cheeks, gently, ever so gently guiding his nose, then his tongue deep into Gil’s warm butthole, matting the hairs around it.
“Beautiful, you – you are so beautiful,” Jon kept murmuring. “I can’t get enough of you, fucker. My beautiful, beautiful teacher. My beautiful, beautiful man.”