eXcessively pleasurable fiction
from the sweet to the forbidden
eXcessica
gay male
Length: Novella
Heat Level: eXcess 3
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Warnings: This title contains graphic language and sex.
It was not a good day for Ben. He’d stumbled upon the sight of his best friend, Digger, in the sack in their shared university dorm room with his girlfriend, Stacey, who had put off his own advances because she was “saving herself for marriage.” Then suite mate J. D. both lets Ben know that Digger and Stacey had been going at it all semester and then comes on to Ben himself. Confusion sets in when Ben realizes that he was more attracted to Digger than to Stacey when he’d seen them in the act. Ben doesn’t know for sure who he wants, but he is soon put on the spot when Digger calls for a beach trip to his parents’ Nags Head vacation house for the whole gang. Ben doesn’t want Digger and Stacey going to the beach without him, but he doesn’t have the money for the trip. Enters older gym buddy Clint, with an interesting business proposition to help Ben earn his traveling money, a proposition that only adds to the pressures and confusions Ben has fallen prey to.
EXCERPT:
“So, what’s the business deal, Clint?” He really had me wondering here.
Clint paused for a minute, picked up his beer, took a swig and put the beer can back, and repositioned his hand. Then he posed the killer question in a low, husky voice. “Ever done it with a man before, Ben?”
I was shocked and getting a little shaky. But I guess I shouldn’t have been surprised. Those workouts in the gym; Clint had looked me over pretty good and sometimes I felt he had his hands on me when he was spotting me, a little longer and more personally than I thought was necessary. I had never said anything about it, because I guess I found him attractive and I had gotten a little electric charge out of the attention and touches.
“No.” I managed. I was thinking about Digger, though. Feeling guilty that my thoughts went directly to Digger, but beginning to accept that I’d like to do it with Digger. And there was J. D., who I knew wanted to do it with me. But actually do it? “No,” I said, determined, “and if this . . .”
“We can make this very easy for you, Ben. I have no idea how much money you need, but we can discuss this in terms of levels, and I’ve got lots of money to invest. You can stop it at whatever comfort and need level you want. Doesn’t that sound fair and attractive?”
“Levels?” I said.
“Yes, levels,” Clint repeated. “Say, $20 for each kiss for openers. $50 if you take off your shirt and let me do any feeling I want above the waist. Another $50 if you let me feel you below the waist through your pants, but $100 if you let me feel you skin-to skin below the waist with your pants on; $150 if you let me strip you down to the floor and feel.”
“Uh, I don’t know, Ben.” He came in closer to me, up against me in front, and I could feel a hardness against my crotch.
“An easy $90 bucks with your pants on, Ben, and at least $190 just for harmless feeling. Neither a hand job nor a blow job would be included in that. If you let me get you off by hand, that would be another $100, or if you let me blow you, that would be another $200. We’re already up to over $400 with a few added kisses, Ben, and we wouldn’t have really done anything yet any straight man wouldn’t do. I don’t know how much money you need for this trip, Ben, but I do know you are thinking about this hard, because I can feel you getting harder. During any of this time, you can do what you like with me, no deduction for that.”
I was betraying myself. I couldn’t help doing so, and Clint could tell I wasn’t totally turned off by this proposal. Indeed, the money sounded good, and I’ll have to admit that I was both curious and attracted to Clint. And he was making me think of Digger and those undulating butt cheeks. And of J. D. too and what I saw him doing to Payne in the shower.
“And, then, if you fuck . . .,” Clint started again. But I brought a finger up to his lips.
“Let’s not go farther into the menu just now, Clint. Let’s say I’ll take it through the list to as long as I keep my pants on, and then we’ll see where it can go from there.
Almost as if he was afraid I might change my mind, Clint brought his lips to mine in a short, sweet kiss. And it was sweet. I didn’t realize that another man’s lips could be so sweet. He pulled away and looked intensely in my eyes.
“The first $20,” I said, with a little grin.
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