Best Gay Erotica 2007, page 18
Heaven, or hell? Such a fine line.
Whichever it was, he went to work. Best not to disappoint his blackmailers. He knew they’d have many photos, on several phones, of Jezebel plowing him. They’d make sure to get his face. They were smart, and cruel.
And kind. The cock in his mouth was delicious, battering the back of his throat like he battered his boys. He was crying and choking, his mucous helping him while reminding him of his helplessness. His ass was on fire, lipstick and spit not making the best possible lubricant for a serious reaming.
Despite all of it, he was rock hard, and he moaned and thrashed when graceful fingers and long nails reached under the table and started jacking him off. The hoop around the head of his cock got even tighter. He couldn’t feel the gold earrings anymore and the small part of his mind that was still observing things wondered if they’d fallen off.
Jezebel was still going slow and steady, but the cock in his mouth was speeding up. Wanting to be helpful, he sucked harder, increasing the pressure like he preferred when he was about to come. Completely cutting off his air, the dick rammed down his throat, shooting a load of hot come deep inside him.
Oh, god, he was being used like a party favor. In seconds, there was another dick in his face. He sucked it, just trying to please. The hand had left his cock long before he came, which was just as well. He couldn’t imagine accommodating Jezebel after orgasm.
Jezebel sped up, thrusting harder, grinding Jason’s hips against the rough wooden table. He was moaning in time, trying to breathe around the dick down his throat.
In desperation, trying to get it to end, Jason clamped his ass tight around Jezebel’s cock. Holding on as tight as he could, he wasn’t surprised when Jezebel rammed herself deep in him one last time. Her cry was high and feminine; her dick twitching in his ass, all man.
She finally softened and slipped out, and someone else slid in. Great, at least Jezebel’s load would provide the sloppy seconds with some lubrication. It was so good, so terribly good. How many of them were there? How many would use him before the night was over?
It was more than a couple. Jason felt buried in bangles, covered in perfume and jizz. They had shot in his hair, and come was running down the crack of his ass. Maria had whispered as she slid up inside him, “That’s right, papacita, perracita, little hungry bitch puta, yeah, let Maria get what she wants. Good papi. Oh, yeah.”
Someone untied his wrists partway through, and he still didn’t try to get away. Instead he clutched the sides of the table. Then he reached out and found he didn’t get slapped away when he held on to the ass of the girl fucking his mouth.
When he pulled her toward him, driving her deeper down his throat than she’d been reaching on her own, she gave a high groan and came, her dick jerking in his mouth. Oh yeah— a little control.
Not that the feeling lasted.
It seemed they were all done using him, at least for the moment. Slowly, Jason lifted his head to look around. Their skirts were back in place. Aside from being a bit flushed, they all looked just as beautifully put together as they had when he’d walked in.
“Yeah, we look good, don’t we, Daddy? You look like hammered crap.”
“He looks like when I’ve used the last tissue to take off my lipstick, and then later I fish it out of the trash to wipe up my load.”
“Precisely. But don’t take our word for it.”
Another cell phone was shoved in his face. There he was, leather vest, chaps around his ankles. One drag queen up his ass, another distending his cheeks with her meat. It was a good shot, nicely framed, clearly identifiable. Yup, they owned him.
“Come on, Jason Stockton, don’t be so glum about it. Admit it, you had a good time.”
“Not a good time, though—he’s still hard!”
“Oh, well, that won’t do.” The speaker was another blonde, this one with black skin and legs for days. She stepped forward and pointed at her red vinyl stilettos. “Get up, bitch, and pay your tribute to these shoes. Just to, you know, seal our bargain.”
“Um, what?” asked Jason.
“Beat off. Shoot your load on my shoes. Carefully—you hit my stockings and I’ll get creative.”
They hadn’t been already? Shakily, Jason unstuck himself from the table. He managed to stand somehow.
Putting his hand on himself, he couldn’t believe how aroused he was. He dropped to his knees so he’d be closer to his target. He only had to stroke himself a few times before he shot long ribbons of spunk all over those pretty, girly shoes.
He’d never look at women’s feet the same way again.
Jason didn’t have to be told what to do next. He bent forward and methodically licked every drop of cooling come off her shoes. When he started to move away, she tapped her toe impatiently.
“You know the drill, shithead.”
Yes, he did. He cleaned up the floor as well. God, it was disgusting. He’d had no idea what he was putting people through.
“Well, ladies, do you think he’s learned his lesson?”
“I don’t think he’s the same bored little Daddy he was when he came in here.”
“Shall we kick him back out into the night?”
“Let’s clean him up first, he looks an awful mess.” Lord only knew where all the wet wipes came from, but in moments he’d been wiped off from stem to stern. Or something like that.
They replaced his clothing, their many hands making as quick work of replacement as removal. Maria held up a hand mirror. “Look, papi, you’re all pretty again!”
He couldn’t help it. He reached out and grabbed her, pulled that pouty Latin mouth toward him and kissed the hell out of her. The rest of them screeched and whistled in appreciation.
“Ooh, I think Maria’s got her a little Daddy boyfriend!”
“I think you’re right.”
They were still chattering, a flock of dangerous geese, as he strode out into the night.
It still wasn’t too late for the Hole. If he could find a way to explain the perfume, he could go straight there. Now that he’d had a little lesson in kink, it was probably time to pay it forward.
At the Hole, the boys sprang to attention for their Daddy, the drag queen’s willing bitch.
Now that was kinky.
ABOUT THE AUTHORS
SHANE ALLISON is the author of five chapbooks of poetry, most recently Black Fag and I Want to Fuck a Redneck. His poems and short stories have been published in Velvet Mafia, Suspect Thoughts, Outsider Ink, juked, Softblow, McSweeney’s, I Do/I Don’t: Queers on Marriage , Best Black Gay Erotica, Sexiest Soles, Cowboys: Gay Erotic Tales, Van Gogh’s Ear, Chiron Review, Muscle Worshippers, Love in a Lockup, zafusy, and S.M.U.T. His work is forthcoming in Best Gay Love Stories: New York City and Sodom and Me: Queers on Fundamentalism . He gets email at starsissy42@ hotmail.com.
JONATHAN ASCHE says: “I know it’s more marketable to label my stories as ‘erotica’, but I’m more comfortable thinking of them as pornography, albeit good pornography.” His short stories, be they erotica or porn, have appeared in Playguy, Inches, Torso, Honcho, Men, and In Touch for Men, and have been featured in the anthologies Friction 3, Three the Hard Way, Manhandled, Buttmen 2 and 3, Best Gay Erotica 2004 and 2005, and Hot Gay Erotica. He is also the author of the erotic novel Mindjacker. Asche lives in Atlanta with his husband, Tomé, and their neurotic pets.
DALE CHASE has been writing erotica for eight years, with more than one hundred stories published in various men’s magazines and anthologies, including translation into German. Her first literary effort was published this year in the Harrington Gay Men’s Fiction Quarterly. The Company He Keeps, her collection of Victorian gentlemen’s erotica, is due in 2007. Chase lives near San Francisco and is at work on a collection of ghostly male erotica.
BOB CONDRON is the author of two gay erotic novels, Easy Money and Sweating It Out, and is editor of the anthologies Daddy’s Boyz and Working Stiff.
WILLIAM MELOYD CULLUM was born and raised in Virginia but spent most of his adult life living in New York City, where he pursued a career as an artist. His work has been represented by Debs & Co. in New York, and he has exhibited at P.S.1 and in collected exhibitions at Lennon and Weinberg in New York and with the Visual Aids Foundation. He is currently serving a seven-year, three-month sentence in U.S. federal prison, a victim of America’s failed war on drugs. For more information: http://billinexile.blogspot.com.
DRUB’S images—proto-pornography for the punk and skateboard generation—are a new queer archetype with a subversive comic-book style, colorful manifestos of youthful lust. Mixing traditional fine art techniques with today’s technology, his artwork perverts the mind and the medium; his distinctive images have previously been featured in Blue, Freshmen, Gay- News Amsterdam and Instigator Magazine, and exhibited in Amsterdam, Berlin, Toronto and the United States. Find him online at: www.drubskin.com.
GREG HERREN is the author of five critically acclaimed mystery novels, including Mardi Gras Mambo, and the editor of several anthologies, including Love Bourbon Street: Reflections on New Orleans. He has published numerous short stories and articles, and writes a monthly column on erotica writing for www.erotica-readers.com.
DALE LAZAROV is best known as the writer/editor of Sticky, an album of erotic stories of man-on-man carnality and sweetness produced in collaboration with illustrator Steve MacIsaac. Future volumes of Sticky with other collaborators, as well as a new series of gay erotic graphic novels, are scheduled for 2007 and beyond. Lazarov lives in Chicago.
BLAIR MASTBAUM’S first novel, Clay’s Way, won a Lambda Literary Award and was selected by the New York Public Library for its 2005 Books for the Teen Age list. He produced, shot, and acted in the 2005 Sundance Film Festival feature, Ellie Parker, directed by Scott Coffey. He lives in Brooklyn, New York, where he is working on his next novel, Push, and squandering time on his web journal, Land of the Bat. His website is www.blairmastbaum.com.
DAVID MAY first made his mark writing for Drummer and other gay skin magazines in the 1980s, and is the author of Madru-gada: A Cycle of Erotic Fictions. His work has appeared in numerous magazines and anthologies, including Mentsch, Kosher Meat, Flesh and the Word 3, Best of Best Gay Erotica 2 and Hot Gay Erotica. He lives in Seattle (where he is still working on that damn novel) with his husband and two cats.
JAY NEAL is a longtime connoisseur of beards and aficionado of guys with body hair. His favorite flavor in men is “husky,” and those best described as “big lugs” are lovingly treated in his fiction, a vocation he was called to late last century. His stories have appeared in several magazines and more than a dozen anthologies. He and his partner share a life of domestic contentment in suburban Washington, D.C. For more: http://bearcastle.com/jayneal.
SCOTT D. POMFRET is coauthor of Surf ’N’ Turf, the latest in the Romentics series of Harlequin-style romance novels for gay men. His short stories have been published in Post Road, Genre Magazine, Fresh Men: New Gay Voices, Best Gay Love Stories 2005 and 2006, Best Gay Erotica 2005, and many other magazines and anthologies. For more information, visit www.scottpomfret.com and www.romentics.com.
DOMINIC SANTI is a former technical editor turned rogue whose dirty stories have appeared in many dozens of anthologies and magazines, including Best American Erotica, Best Gay Erotica, Freshmen: The Best and His Underwear. Santi’s latest solo book is the German collection Kerle im Lustrausch (Horny Guys). Forthcoming plans include more short stories, a heretical novel, and another trip to LaCrosse.
SIMON SHEPPARD is the author of In Deep: Erotic Stories; Kin-korama ; Sex Parties 101 and the award-winning Hotter Than Hell. He’s also the editor of the forthcoming Homosex: 60 Years of Gay Erotica. This is his lucky thirteenth appearance in the Best Gay Erotica series, and his work also appears in about two hundred other anthologies, including several editions of The Best American Erotica. He writes the syndicated column “Sex Talk,” lives queerly in San Francisco, and hangs out at www.simonsheppard.com. Every word of his story is true.
C. SCOTT SMITH is a displaced New Yorker living in the Pacific Northwest with his boyfriend Richard and their two dogs, Moby and Ripley. He attended Kenyon College and served in a combat infantry rifle company in the United States Marine Corps before moving to NYC and pursuing a career as a professional homosexual. He is working on a novel that may or may not include gratuitous and sleazy sex. Scott and Bill have been friends for more than twenty years. The material excerpted here is from the blog Bill in Exile, a collection of letters exchanged between Bill and Scott “while Bill is locked up in prison for selling methamphetamine to upper middle-class gay white boys in New York City.” The full correspondence: http://billinexile.blogspot.com.
ALEX STRAND is a late twentysomething, horny, gay guy living in NYC. He loves men, muscles, sex, porn, and chocolate, and has a particular thing for “straight” guys; he likes to try on some different fetishes but is usually braver in his imagination than in his actions. “Hot Sales Guy” is an excerpt from his almost-daily blog, The Great Cock Hunt, which chronicles his quest for dick in NYC, lightly sprinkled with his attempts at being a boyfriend and finding a relationship. His adventures continue at www.thegreatcockhunt.com.
CAT TAILOR’S work includes the BDSM novel In the Spider’s Web, the adult game The Pansexual Perverts’ Play Pack, the sex advice column “Chasing Your Tail? Ask Cat: Advice for Fuckers, Players, and Perverts” on shadesbeyondgray.com, and short stories that have appeared in Hot Gay Erotica, twobig-meanies. com, sexuality.org, shadesbeyondgray.com, The Bottom Line, Amoret Online and the ’zine Problem Child. She has been interviewed on Playboy Radio and “SexLife Live.” Her website is www.CatTailor.com, email CatTailor@gmail.com.
ALANA NOEL VOTH has been reading Scott Heim, Bill Brent, Dennis Cooper, and Martin Hyatt lately, and has been inspired. She was equally inspired by Joseph Gordon-Levitt’s performance in the film Mysterious Skin. Her story “Rock Stars in Particular Order” won third prize in a contest sponsored by Cleansheets, and her story “Genuflection” appeared in Best Gay Erotica 2004 and Best American Erotica 2005. Her blog, My Mom Writes Erotica, is at http://alananoel.typepad.com/
ABOUT THE EDITORS
RICHARD LABONTÉ and his partner Asa live some of the time in a wee Perth, Ontario apartment, and some of the time in a sprawling ten-bedroom farmhouse on two hundred acres of land near Calabogie, Ontario, purchased thirty years ago with a bunch of straight college-era friends who still mostly like each other. From 1979 to 2000, he helped found and then manage A Different Light Bookstores in Los Angeles, New York, West Hollywood, and San Francisco. He has edited the Best Gay Erotica series since 1996; coedited The Future is Queer (Arsenal Pulp Press, 2006) with Lawrence Schimel; reviews one hundred books a year for Q Syndicate, which distributes his fortnightly column, “Book Marks”; writes the sort-of-monthly subscription newsletter Books to Watch Out For/Gay Men’s Edition; writes book reviews for Publishers Weekly; and, to make a living, edits technical writing. Contact: tattyhill@gmail.com.
TIMOTHY J. LAMBERT was born and raised in rural Maine. Although he had a vivid imagination, he couldn’t picture himself at college, much less hanging on the Quad with Biff and Skip. Instead, he lived in NYC for a decade, working an assortment of odd jobs—frozen-yogurt jockey, background characters onstage with the American Ballet Theater, shoe salesperson to the stars, and keyboardist and lyricist for a band, among others— gaining experiences to form into fodder for future works of fiction. He coauthored Three Fortunes in One Cookie and The Deal (both from Alyson books) with Becky Cochrane and, as one-fourth of Timothy James Beck, he coauthored It Had To Be You, He’s the One, I’m Your Man and, most recently, Someone Like You (all from Kensington Books). His short story “The End of the Show” was published in Alyson’s Best Gay Love Stories 2005, and Lambert and Cochrane are editing an anthology of romance stories for Haworth Press. He lives in Houston with his dog, Rexford G. Lambert. For more info: www.timothyjlambert.com.
Richard Labonte, Best Gay Erotica 2007
