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  MEN WHO ARE HOT TO TROT

  Whet your appetite, arouse your senses, and

  savor the unusual with this first-rate collection of

  sexually charged gay fiction, including:

  Critic’s Choice …A young porn writer picks up an older man, then finds he’s a literary critic. Soon they learn the sword is mightier than the pen …

  For the Asking …Everyone gossips about Travis and his boyfriend, but this is the true story. It starts at The Pub on a crowded night. But no sooner do the two men meet than everyone wants a piece of the action.

  Hands On … In-depth, hands-on games are for the crowd at the Pit—and Tommy is going to prove that even a boy toy can hold his own.

  BMW Boys … The guy drives a BMW, so why not let him in to use the phone? So what if he and his pals seem very, very straight? And who says three’s a crowd?

  Copyright

  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the authors’ imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental.

  Copyright © 2003 by Austin Foxxe

  All rights reserved.

  Warner Books, Inc.

  Hachette Book Group

  237 Park Avenue

  New York, NY 10017

  Visit our website at www.HachetteBookGroup.com.

  First eBook Edition: June 2003

  ISBN: 978-0-7595-2808-6

  Contents

  Men Who are Hot to Trot

  Copyright

  Acknowledgments

  BMW Boys

  Bunkhouse Bruisers

  By the Balls

  Cherry Pops

  Critic’s Choice

  For the Asking

  Getting It Write

  Hunger Takes Over

  liding Home

  Night Moths in Acapulco

  The Act

  Wrong Number

  Down in the Bayou

  Hostage

  Grudge Match

  Hands On

  I’ll Do Anything

  The Inquisition

  Metro Heat

  Pantsed

  The Rag

  The Sex Scene

  The Interrogation

  The Plan

  Backyard Brawl

  Fucked by the Foreman

  Diamonds in the Rough

  About the Author

  Acknowledgments

  I’d like to thank all the authors who contributed to this collection—those who have worked with me for years and those with whom I’ve just become acquainted. To the “old guys,” thanks for hanging in there with me; from here on out, things can only get better. And to the “new guys” who worked with me for the first time, hopefully this won’t be the last. And to John and Megan, who I’m sure lost some hair and probably gained a few gray ones working with me, thanks for all your help and support. I promise I’ll be so-o-o much better next time! Again, thank you all. Without you this book would not have been possible.

  My very best,

  Austin

  BMW Boys

  Douglas

  I live in New York City, on a quiet block near Central Park. I run there a lot, and the one thing that keeps me going is all the hot guys who run past me. Sometimes I’m so worked up by the end of a run that I go right home and jerk off.

  One Sunday afternoon, I’d just finished up a long, sweaty run. I was headed home when I noticed a couple of guys looking under the hood of a black BMW parked in front of my building. They were both kind of cute, and there were two others sitting in the car. I slowed down a bit so I could check them out, and my heart almost stopped when one of them looked up at me and spoke.

  “Hey—you live around here?” He had a bit of a blue-collar, New Jersey accent and dark, Italian looks. I realized right away that he was straight. Oh well.

  “Uh, yeah…,” I answered.

  “D’you think we could use your phone? We’re havin’ some car trouble.”

  I hesitated for a moment. Should I let a complete stranger into my home? But he seemed honest enough— and owned a BMW, for God’s sake—so what was he going to steal?

  “Sure. I live right here.” I turned toward my building. As I was unlocking the door, I realized—to my surprise— that all four guys were coming in. They were all dressed pretty hetero-casual: baggy jeans, T-shirts, flannels, baseball caps. Very Abercrombie & Fitch. They weren’t model-handsome, but they were all cute in that average-Joe kind of way.

  The first guy introduced himself as Tony, as typical as that seemed. He had a nice-sized build, dark hair, and sparkling green eyes. The other three looked around my apartment while Tony used the phone.

  “Shit!” he said after he hung up. “They won’t be here for a fuckin’ hour!” he said. At just that moment, he noticed the porno tapes I kept behind a chair that happened to be near where the phone was sitting. He picked one up and looked at the pictures on the box. “Oh, shit! You gay, man?”

  I was a little worried about the tone of his voice, but answered weakly, “Yeah…”

  He hesitated a moment, then looked around and said, “Well…I think we might have a very interesting way to spend the next hour….” He grabbed the bulge in his pants. “Think you could do something about this?”

  I was completely shocked. His friends seemed a little shocked too—but he was obviously the leader of this crowd. He asked me where the bedroom was and went in. I followed. He was standing near the bed, his face so tough, yet so innocent. I walked toward him slowly, and tried to kiss him. “Hey!” he said, pulling away. “I ain’t gay! I just like getting my dick sucked. You do like to suck dick, don’t you?”

  I got his meaning, and didn’t care if he was straight. I put my hand on his chest and worked his soft nipples through his T-shirt. I slipped off the unbuttoned flannel and then his T-shirt. He had a beautiful, soft-yet-sculpted Italian football-player build, with a smooth, olive complexion. His pecs were round and soft. Dark bushes of hair peeked out from under each of his arms, one of which had a tattoo. He was hot.

  I lowered my mouth to his nipples and worked them with my tongue, biting a bit into his soft flesh. In response they stood at attention, and his body was so warm to the touch. I kissed my way down to his jeans, slowly unzipped them and pulled them down along with his red Jockey shorts. His cock was magnificent—still soft but huge and thick, bursting out of an extra-thick mound of dark hair. I gripped it with one hand and put my other on his soft ass. I held his dick up and worked his tight balls with my tongue. They had a wonderfully musky scent.

  “C’mon!” Tony urged with a moan. “Suck my dick, man! Take it!” He put his hands on my head, and I obeyed. His dick was beginning to get firm. I sucked the head, moving it around in my mouth. I worked more and more of the shaft into my mouth as it got ever firmer, ever bigger. Seven inches, eight inches. By the time it was hard he must have had nine or ten of the most solid, fat inches of man meat I’d ever seen.

  I began to work it harder and faster with my mouth and hand. “Oh, fuck yeah!” he moaned, rubbing one of his nipples. I wanted it all. I reached my hands around and grabbed his ass, and in one swift motion I darted my mouth over Tony’s entire stiff, hot cock. I could feel his enormous, engorged head filling my throat. His body twitched with surprise and delight as he firmly grabbed my head and held it against his groin. “Oh, yeah! Oh fuck, man, yeah! Take it! Take it all!”

  I deep-throated him several times. He met me each time with his soft body, his hot, saliva-covered balls hitting my chin and my nose buried in his full, moist, musky mound of hair. “Aw, fuck, yeah! You really love that cock, don’t you, man? You guys really know how to suck a fucking cock!”

  I continued to slurp Tony’
s throbbing piece of Italian meat. I couldn’t get enough. One of his friends had come into the room and was watching the action, his own bulge growing noticeably bigger. The other two, a bit more shy, were watching from the door. I had visions of group action, but knew that that fantasy was just too good to ever come true. My jaw was beginning to get stiff and my throat was sore, but I didn’t care. I wanted more of this man.

  The friend walked over to us, and stood behind me stroking the bulge in his jeans. He took one of my hands in his, and guided it over the bulge, grinding himself against my palm so I could feel his stiff member through his jeans. It didn’t feel big, but it sure felt hard.

  He let it out. It was small, but thick and veiny. I stroked him with my hand while I continued to suck Tony. Then Tony pushed my head off his dick and gave me my orders: “Hey—give Vince some of that!” I couldn’t believe his name was Vince, because he looked like a Vince I knew in college—dark, awkward, and small with no build, but somehow attractive.

  I twisted around and took Vince’s cock in my mouth. After Tony, Vince’s small member was refreshingly easy to take. And it had a cleaner, sweeter taste. I took turns sucking the two of them. I’d hoped they’d turn some attention toward each other too, but they kept their distance from one another.

  Tony grabbed my head and rammed all ten of his inches down my throat once again. “Aw, fuck—I’m gonna cum!” He held my face in his hairy mound. “I’m gonna cum! You wanna swallow my fucking cum?!” His cock throbbed in my mouth and I moaned as I felt his hot man juices pulsating down my throat. His engorged head shot his cum so far down my throat I couldn’t even taste it, but I felt its warmth flowing down my pipes. Vince was jerking himself into a frenzy.

  “Aw, fuck, me too!” Vince pulled my head toward him to give me a taste of his cum, but it was too late. He shot a huge load onto my face, neck, and chest. He spread it on my chin with his still-pulsating member. “Oh, yeah… oh, YEAH! You like the taste of that, don’t you, faggot?” Normally that name would have offended me, but for some reason I now found it strangely exciting.

  The two other friends had entered the room. One was adjusting his bulge. The other, the only blond one, had taken off his shirt and pulled his baggy jeans to his ankles. He had a skinny but unbelievably rock-hard and ripped build, and exceptionally large nipples. There was a tattoo on one of his arms and he wore a thick, silver chain. He was working one of his nipples with one hand and his cock with the other. “Hey, Mikey,” Tony said to him, “why don’t you let the cocksucker do that for you!”

  I was exhausted—but the idea of three cocks in one day was too much to refuse. I’d never even been with two guys before, much less three. He stepped out of his jeans and approached me, his lean, sinewy body flexing with each step, his long slender cock bouncing and beckoning for attention. He got onto the bed and sat on his knees. I got on the bed on all fours, my own cock throbbing in my shorts, and began to work Mikey’s slim cock. It was warm and delicious. I licked his balls to give my jaw a rest, and it turned out that was exactly what he liked. “Suck it, man! Fuck, yeah… eat my fucking nuts!” He had the heaviest Jersey accent, and for some reason that made me even hornier. He threw his head back in ecstasy as I ran my tongue over and under his tight sac. “Oh, fuck, yeah!” he said. “He really does love to suck fucking cock, man!”

  “Tell me about it,” Tony responded. “I’m ready for another round!” I felt Tony climb on the bed behind me. He wrapped his hands around my waist to undo my shorts. Realizing they were elastic, he pulled them down to my knees with a hard tug. They caught my raging hard-on, and with Mikey’s cock in my mouth I squealed in pain. “You ain’t felt nothing yet, boy!” he said. “Wait’ll I get my cock in this little pussy!” He pulled the shorts all the way off, as well as my shoes and socks. All I had on was my T-shirt, which Mikey grabbed hold of and used to pull me onto his cock. Seeing that Tony was stripping me naked, he pulled it over my head and I slipped it off.

  “You want it, boy?” Tony said. “Huh?” I could only moan my assent with Mikey’s cock in my mouth. “What?” he said. “I can’t hear you!”

  “Yeah!” I said, letting Mikey’s wet dick fall out of my mouth. “Fuck my ass!”

  “Yeah?”

  “Fuck me, please!” I begged. I couldn’t wait. “Fuck me hard! I want your cock inside me!”

  “You want this cock?”

  “Oh, yeah!”

  “You want me to fuck your ass?!”

  “Please!” Mikey impatiently grabbed my head with one hand and pointed his cock back into my mouth with the other. Tony slapped my ass a few times and rubbed it. It stung. I felt his hot cock rubbing in my crack, and wanted him inside me so bad.

  “Please…,” I said, “there’s condoms in the night table.” Tony pulled one out and started to slip it over his cock. Noticing the lube in my night table too, he slathered some on his cock and on my asshole. “Fuck me!” I begged impatiently.

  “You ready? You wanna be my little whore?”

  “Please!”

  I felt his head pressed on my butthole. He held it there for a few seconds, and then—without warning—he entered me all at once. I don’t think he’d ever fucked an ass before. I screamed in pain; his dick was so fucking huge. But as he slowly slid in and out, working deeper and deeper into my ass, pain gave way to sweet delight.

  “Oh, fuck, yeah!” Tony yelled. “Oh, man! This ass is tight like a sweet little pussy! Oh, yeah! Fuck!” He seemed to be in some disbelief about how good my tight, velvety ass felt as it embraced his swelling dick. I couldn’t believe it, either—I’d always fantasized about being with two guys at once, and that dream was finally coming true. One cock ramming in my ass and another in my face—it was outrageous! Two hard bodies banging into me at either end: Tony’s huge cock tearing my ass apart, Mikey’s slim member working its way down my throat. Vince was watching and stroking his meat back to full glory.

  “Oh, yeah! I’m gonna cum!” Mikey said as he pulled out of my mouth. His dick jerked and he shot a full load of hot jism on my face. A lot of it hit my forehead and ran down my nose. I tasted it with my tongue as it dripped off.

  Vince was ready for more, so he got in front of me and I sucked his cock again. It was easy to take his small dick in my mouth. He wrapped his hands around my head and fucked my face; each time he slammed his body into me, Mikey’s fresh cum made wet, sticky strings between my face and Vince’s soft stomach.

  “Fuck! Eat my cock! Take it all! Aw, fuck, yeah!” Hearing this shy-looking, awkward boy order me around was really a charge, and I could still taste his previous orgasm on his iron-hard shaft.

  Meanwhile, Tony was really working my ass. “Oh, yeah, bitch! Take my fucking cock! Take it! Take it in that cunt!” He slammed my ass with all the force of his body, faster and faster. He really couldn’t seem to get enough. If this was the first time he’d fucked an ass, I’m sure it wouldn’t be the last. He loved it, rattling my entire body. “Ah, fuck! I’m gonna cum!” He pulled his cock out, pulled off the condom, and stroked his cock furiously. He shot another nice load on my back, and some of it even shot all the way up into my hair.

  Before I knew what was happening, I felt a cock inside me again. But it wasn’t Tony—it was the fourth guy! In my abandon, I’d forgotten all about him. He was big, probably 6-foot-4, with dark hair on his head and his well-defined chest. His cock was even bigger than Tony’s.

  “Give it to him!” Tony ordered. “Fuck him hard! Yeah, this pussy-boy likes to get fucked!” His cock was so huge, I really didn’t think the initial pain would subside. And it didn’t—but the pleasure was just as great. I never felt so entirely filled by another man; I thought his dick would come out my mouth and meet Vince’s.

  “Hey, Joe,” Mikey said to him after a minute. “Let me try a piece of that ass!” Joe pulled out, and Mikey slid in. Mikey fucked me harder and faster than any of the others had.

  “Take it!” he said. “Take it, you little fucker—take my cock i
n your ass! Take it in your little pussy, fucker! Tighter! Tighter! C’mon! Tighten that cunt, boy! Tighten it! Take my dick! Tighten that ass!”

  He fucked me so hard that I slowly slipped down onto my stomach, his slender cock still reaming my ass. I almost thought I wouldn’t be able to stand it, but soon Joe pushed him aside and gave me his cock again. I still couldn’t believe how huge he was. He straddled my ass and slipped it in. “Oh, fuck! Oh, God, yeah! Take my fat cock!”

  I was still sucking Vince, who wanted to try my ass, too. Soon he went behind me and pushed Joe aside.

  “I want to see your face when I’m fucking you,” he said. “Turn over!” I turned over and put my legs in the air. He entered me. His small dick was refreshing after Joe’s had almost torn me apart. “Mmm, yeah!” he said. “Tell me you like it!”

  “Oh, yeah!” I moaned, my eyes closed.

  “Look at me!” he said. “Tell me you like my cock!”

  “Oh, yeah! Feels good… Pump it in me!”

  “I said open your eyes, boy—I want you to see me fucking you!” So I did. His face scrunched up with each bang into my rattled body. Joe came over behind my head and bent his cock into my mouth. I now realized he was uncut, so I gave special attention to his fleshy head. Soon Mikey took another turn, fucking me hard once again.

  “Ohhhh!” he yelled. “Yeah! Fuck yeah! Take my cock! Tighten your hole, boy!” My entire bottom felt like it must have been black and blue. “Oh, fuck yeah! Take my fucking cock!”

  All four of them kept taking turns fucking me at both ends; I can’t remember how many times. Eventually I came without even touching my cock. My jism shot onto Mikey’s chest, who was fucking my face at the time. He seemed a little upset. “What the fuck—?!” he yelled. “Don’t fucking blow your cum on me! Clean it off!” He got on all fours over my face so I could drink my jism off of him. “Eat your cum! Eat it!”

  Joe then straddled my chest, his knees in my armpits, and shoved his dick into my mouth. He held it steady with one hand and pulled my head over his huge dick with the other. Mikey was reaming me again. “Make me cum! Tighten that ass!”