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  Evan grunted as Flip dragged him behind us. The four of us stalked to the center of the dance floor and people moved out of our way. Music assailed my senses and I gave into the primitive part of me. I gyrated, spun around and let the music dictate my actions. Here I was free. Here I could let loose. Evan and Flip dirty danced nearby and Peter was grinding between two guys to my far left. Me, I danced alone and loved it. The lights dazzled me and the music thrummed through my body in pulse pounding waves. One song led to another and before I knew it I was drenched in sweat. I swayed on the down beat of a song, my eyes half-closed, blissed out when something caught my eye.

  Is that? Nah… oh hell it is!

  Boone Myer shook his ass no more than ten feet from me and what an ass it was. Packed tightly into a pair of dark shorts, Boone’s ass gyrated to the music and begged to be manhandled. He had on a black sleeveless shirt displaying his inked arms and clunky Doc Martin’s on his feet. I marveled at how he maneuvered in them. His dark hair, plastered to his head with sweat, glistened in the strobe lights. I watched as he threw his head back, pirouetted and a silver cross flung in the air around his neck. I didn’t realize I’d stopped dancing until he turned and opened his eyes. Instantly he recognized me and those brown eyes twinkled. He crooked his finger at me and I felt compelled to obey, shuffling over to him. Boone held out his hand and I gave him mine. He didn’t waste any time, yanking me to him. The musky manliness of his body assaulted my senses.

  “Sweet cheeks,” he cooed.

  Grinning like the devil at me, he slipped his leg between mine and ground against me to the rhythm permeating the air around us. His arms perched on my shoulders as we swayed to the music. My hands found his hips then moved down and cupped his ass. A low growl emanated from him, his smile feral.

  What the hell am I doing?

  I knew exactly what I was doing. I was basically dry humping him on the dance floor and I loved it. My cock thickened and pushed painfully against the zipper of my jeans. He ground his cock against my thigh and I moaned as our heads fell toward each other. The heat from his body only increased mine.

  I couldn’t take my eyes off him and, when his thick pink tongue flicked out to moisten his lips, I lost it. I slid my fingers into his beard, pulled him closer and slammed our lips together. Soft and pliant, his lips opened and I plunged my tongue in to duel with his. He tasted of mint and I curled my free hand around the back of his head and deepened our kiss. Our kiss suddenly became wild and wet, and I lost myself in him. I shivered as he pinched my nipple through the fabric of my shirt. He slipped his hand between us and cupped my cock, squeezing it. He suddenly dragged his lips from mine and leaned in, his breath hot on the shell of my ear.

  “I knew you’d be a great kisser,” he hissed.

  “Fuck.” I gasped as he stroked me. “I… fuck.”

  “Sure.” He smirked and let me go. I opened my mouth to say something and was yanked off the floor. I stumbled behind him and he led us to an elevator at the back, behind the dance floor. The door opened and he drew us into in, punching the button for the third floor. I grabbed him, forced him back against the door and kissed him. Wet and loud, we explored each other’s mouths as the elevator ascended. His beard scratched my face and I had one question answered. His beard smelled wonderful, like wood, smoke and man. I grabbed his left leg and pulled it up. He wrapped it around me and he moaned as I licked and suckled at his neck.

  We didn’t hear the ping and when the door opened we nearly spilled out onto the floor. Laughing he led us down a somber hall and to a darkened cubby in a secluded corner of the mezzanine where I found myself being shoved onto the large couch. A dull red light shone over us as he stretched his arms over his head.

  Fucking hell!

  He was built! Tight shoulders led to a sculpted chest. The blood red light caressed his taut frame and he looked like the devil himself grinning down at me. My pulse roared in my ears as his hands moved to my chest.

  Boone straddled my lap and lowered his ass so that he sat on my thighs. Leaning in, he snaked out his tongue and caressed the seam of my lips. I groaned. He knew how to kiss and I relaxed into the couch as he nipped and sucked on my lower lip. Boone’s hands roamed over my chest and found my nipples. His fingers tweaked my hypersensitive buds and a jolt of pure pleasure shot straight to my cock. I was as hard as steel in seconds. I moaned and Boone took advantage of my open mouth and plunged his tongue inside. I sucked on the moist intruder and savored the spicy taste of his mouth. Boone rolled his hips and ground his ass onto my hardened cock, his own meat pressed against my stomach.

  I was on fire as he deepened our kiss. Wet and dirty, Boone molded his body to me and the musky scent of his sweaty body permeated my senses. I hadn’t been this turned on in ages and all from just kissing this annoying man. I slid my hands around his hips, grabbed a handful of taut ass cheeks and gave them a healthy squeeze. Boone sighed happily into my mouth and I drank it down. I kneaded the firm flesh of his ass and he shuddered. He broke the kiss, tossed his head back and groaned happily. His shirt moved and I spied a pert nipple. My mouth watered and I bent forward and latched onto him, sucked hard, then nibbled his tit. He cried out and I grinned around his nipple as I continued to lap at his sensitive flesh, and he bucked on my lap like a wild man.

  “Fuckin’ A!” he wailed. I pulled off his tit and nuzzled his chest. He smelled so good. His sweat was heady and acted like an aphrodisiac to me.

  Boone grabbed my face and forced it up to his, locking lips with me again. I was usually the one in control but fuck, if having him take the lead wasn’t hotter than hell. I wanted to lay him out, lick him from head to toe and fuck him into the couch. It didn’t matter that we were out in public, I craved him. I fiddled with the buckle of his belt and Boone chuckled into my mouth. His soft lips left mine and he laughed.

  “Oh no, sweet cheeks.” He nipped at my chin and licked away the sting of his bite. “I don’t fuck in public and you have to take me out for a proper dinner before you get to handle the goods.” He lifted off me and blatantly rearranged his junk before reaching down and palming my hard cloth-covered prick. I squirmed as he massaged my meat. “Call me,” he ordered then let me go and stepped back, tossing me a jaunty wave.

  “You’re going to leave me like this?” I pointed to my cock.

  “Buy me dinner and maybe, just maybe…” he wiggled his brows at me and stared at my cock. “’Bye.”

  And that was it. Boone left me outraged, amazed and stinking, covered in sweat. I raked my fingers through my hair, smoothed my clothes out as best as possible and bounded out of the cubby… right into Evan, Flip and Peter. Stunned surprise on all their faces, Peter glanced behind him and watched Boone saunter toward the elevator.

  “Did you just…?” Peter uttered even as a sly grin spread across his face.

  “Dude, did you nail that guy?” Flip crowed and clapped his hands. Evan shot him a withering glare which he ignored. “Good for you.”

  “Hell no!” I countered my face hot with embarrassment. “All we did was kiss.”

  “Oh, Robbie. That’s so gross!” Evan declared. “He’s so trashy looking. He looked like a skank.”

  “He’s all hairy and wild looking,” Peter mused and twitched his nose. “Icky, I hate hairy men and what the fuck, bitch? He’s so not your type, Robbie.”

  “Yeah, dude. I thought you were a total Brooks Brothers kinda guy.” Flip snorted. “You slumming?”

  “Didn’t think you were that hard up, Robbie.” Peter snickered and Flip laughed with him.

  “Enough.” My face burned hot and I pushed past them. “I’m not discussing what happened.”

  “Yuck.” Sniffing haughtily, Evan followed behind me. “Looks like a crack head. I mean, did you see his beard? And those cheap clothes? So ‘I shop at Marshalls!”

  Gritting my teeth, I stabbed the button furiously and waited for the elevator. I didn’t know who was more appalled at my lack of judgment. Me for doing something so dan
gerous, or my friends for being so judgmental. I mean, what if we’d been caught? Or worse, arrested? I’m never reckless. I play by the rules. I date sensible, boy-next-door types and Boone Myer was so not the boy-next-door. He was more the bad boy who knocks up your sister, dumps her and asks you for a blowjob. Of course, in my case, he rides me like a horse and strolls away without a backward glance.

  The guys piled into the elevator when it arrived and rode to the first floor. When the doors opened I marched straight to the bar. I needed a stiff drink and, as I did, I spotted Boone laughing with a group of people. He gestured animatedly as he spoke to a pretty young woman and they both started to laugh. I saw him spread his hands out about eight inches and my face burned again.

  He’s telling her how big I am! How did he know just from touching me through my pants?

  She covered her mouth as she laughed and two other people in his group waved him off and laughed. They were all laughing at one point and a tinge of envy nibbled at my gut. I love my friends, don’t get me wrong but at times they’re more concerned with appearance and income. But, in truth, so was I and Boone and his friends were not the kind of people I’d ever associate with socially. Definitely not my crowd. So why did they look like they were having more fun than me right now?

  *

  The rest of the night went downhill from there. Evan continued to rag on me and I finally snapped at him to leave me alone. Pissed, he demanded to go home and Flip rolled his eyes. Evan flounced away and I reassured Flip I would take a cab home. God help me, I was glad to see Evan go. He can be such a major twunt sometimes.

  I hadn’t seen Spin in over an hour and I was pretty sure he was in the bed of one of those girls he’d been speaking to earlier. Peter had found some large muscle bound coco god to climb and left the club with a cheery wave and a lascivious wink. Abandoned, I found a free barstool and slumped over the bar. Ordering another beer, I took inventory of my current situation.

  It was pretty sad, drinking alone at the far corner of the bar. I’m a successful, hot-looking, event planner and right now, all the men around me looked plain, boring. What the hell happened to me? I can’t believe none of the men around me perked my dick up. I swirled my beer and was about to call it a night when a voice, warm and syrupy murmured in my ear.

  “All by your lonesome?”

  I spun around on my stool and there was the cause of all my problems—Boone Myer.

  “Hey, Emery!” he yelled at the half-naked bartender. “Scotch and water.” The guy grinned and gave him a thumbs up. “Where did the cast of Beverly Queers 90210 go?” He sidled around to the bar and leaned against it. Damn if my body didn’t react to him and blood shifted south. His drink appeared and he tossed down some cash before taking a large gulp. Setting his glass on the bar, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

  Christ, he has no manners.

  “They went home,” I grumbled and tried not to squirm. “And now so am I.”

  Boone inclined his body to mine and I held my breath. “Too bad. I was hopin’ for a second round of smoochin’ but… ah well.” He knocked back the last of his drink and gave me a sweet smile before he leaned in and kissed me one last time, gently, nipping my lower lip as he drew away. His white smile made my stomach flip-flop as he sauntered off. He’d left me horny again and more confused than before. Boone wasn’t my type. He was too forward, too loud, too… gay. So why did I react so powerfully to him?

  Chapter 4

  Boone

  “I can’t believe I let you talk me into this,” Martin grumbled from just behind my head.

  “Don’t be such a pussy,” I teased. “Bein’ pretty’s not for sissies.”

  I chuckled and relaxed. I had to. This was going to hurt like a motherfucker and tensing up only made things worse. I had convinced him to come with me for my monthly waxing at Big Bear’s Barbershop. Silly boy thought we were going in to have a haircut, maybe a shave and to have our eyebrows waxed. That was only part of the day I had planned for us and when Martin found out about the last part he freaked. He yelled at me that I’d lied to him about what was going to go down. I hadn’t lied per say, I’d just left out that I booked us for maxi Bro-zillians. I’m a shit and I loved every minute of his pure panic.

  I loved coming to Big Bear’s Barbershop and getting pampered. Nestled in the Decatur area of east Atlanta, Bear’s shop catered primarily to gay men. Here you could get the most current hairstyles, newest color techniques, beard trimming and conditioning, manscaping and waxing. They offered it all and I’d been a patron for over four years. In fact, it was Cotton who’d introduced me to it.

  I remember Cotton came home with his new undercut do and I freaking loved it. A week later I was in Rufus’ chair and he’d cut my hair into a sharp faded spike, tidied my beard and sent me to have my brows waxed because, as he put it, I really needed two. Since that day, I had been expanding my grooming needs and about a year ago they offered bikini waxing and more. Needless to say I was hooked. I am a proud and loud power bottom and the first time after I had my asshole and taint waxed… well, it was an epiphany! No more bending and twisting in my bathroom shaving my undercarriage. Granted it hurt like hell but the results were spectacular. I was as smooth as a baby’s butt down there and I loved it. I came every five weeks like clockwork for the sweet torture of beauty’s kiss.

  “Oh God! This is gonna hurt!” Martin wailed and the two technicians and I tittered.

  I was lying on my back, naked from the waist down, my legs up in stirrups as Dulcie, my waxer, gathered up her supplies. Directly behind me was Martin in the same position with Mai doing the same to him. The odd scent of wax, close to candle wax but subtlety different, wafted in the air. The tang of antiseptic contacted my nose and I sneezed once. Dulcie was prepping me and I sighed from the hot/cool sensation coming from my down under.

  We were in a private room in the back of the barbershop and were the only two customers. A curtain separated Martin and I but, if I reached back over my head, I could touch the crown of his.

  “Just think of how nuts Avery is gonna go when he sees it.” I sipped my lemon water the girls had provided and slowed my breathing in preparation.

  “He’d better,” Martin huffed. I snickered again then the heat of the wax touched my taint and I braced. It didn’t hurt but the heat made my nuts contract and my pucker… well, pucker.

  “Ready, Boonie-boy?” Dulcie asked and I nodded. I sucked in a breath and she gently stretched my skin then yanked. Tears stung my eyes and I screeched. My taint was on fire.

  “Motherhumpin’ cookiesuckin’, titty sprinkles!”

  Dulcie only giggled and the soothing cool of the aloe gel took the burn out of my freshly waxed skin.

  “Ah, I don’t know about this. I changed my—oh sweet Halle Berry, Hugh Jackman, Rebecca Romijn!” Martin shrieked and Mai tutted. A hand flayed around my head, smacking me. I fended it off as best as possible. “You-you-Oh God-fuck!”

  “Ha! Got you to cuss!” I boasted. Martin never cursed and if you got him to it was a big deal.

  “I hate you so much right now!” he panted.

  “You are so going to love how it looks after.” I reassured him and braced myself again as wax was applied around my hole. This was the worst part.

  “Oh no! There?” Martin gasped and Mai giggled.

  “Relax. I give you pretty pink rosebud when I done.” Mai’s broken English only made it funnier.

  “I can’t believe you just said that—” and Martin screamed. I guess Mai just ripped the wax from his pucker. I snickered only to scream myself when Dulcie ripped every last friggin’ hair around my hole out by the roots. I saw stars, my eyes watered and I swear I was going to rip the leatherette from the table.

  “Very pretty. Like pink fortune cookie.” Mai giggled as Martin gasped for breath. Me, my chest heaved and I’d broken out into a cold sweat.

  “Damn, I’m good.” Dulcie hummed her approval. “Not a single stray hair.”

 
; “I’m-I’m glad you’re ha-ha-happy.” I shook and snorted as the pain subsided.

  “Looks brand new.” She admired her work then added more aloe and patted my legs. “You’re done. It’s getting less and less. Not like in the beginning.”

  “What does she mean by that?” Martin asked and groaned happily. I guess he’d gotten a smear of aloe to his naughty bits.

  Before I could answer, Dulcie spoke up. “Lord above, he had a hedge growing down there. I used up almost all my wax that first day.”

  My face grew warm and I wagged my finger at her. “It wasn’t that bad.”

  Dulcie got up, hands on hips and glowered up from between my legs. “Please, it looked like a chinchilla rolled into my wax.”

  Martin’s infectious laughter rang out. I loved Martin. He was funny, irreverent and loved my brother with all his heart. I haven’t seen Avery smile so much or laugh so hard in years. After Avery’s wife, Daisy, died I despaired for my brother. He shut himself away from the world and his only joy came from his little boy, Peg. My brother rocked it as a dad and Peg adored him. However, now Peg had to share his dad with Martin and Poppy. At least Martin and his ex-wife Jackie got along. Hell, they were practically best friends. Jackie and her new husband Matthew had primary custody of Poppy.

  I heard rustling so rolled over and pulled the curtain. Martin slid off the table and had his back to me so I got a good gander at his pale, freckled bubble butt. Damn, no wonder Avery was always smiling. I may be a bottom but even I saw the draw. Martin’s ass was magnificent.

  “Yow, no wonder my brother walks around with a perpetual hard-on!” I cat called and Martin spun around and, low and behold, a plump scrumptious cock flashed me. Martin burned bright red and covered his junk with a towel.

  “Boone! Stop peekin’!” Martin snapped and I chuckled darkly.

  “All good comin’and goin’!” I burst out laughing as he hurriedly pulled on his shorts, only to hiss as the fabric touched his newly waxed taint.