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Rough Play

By Landon Dixon

Rough Play
EPUB, 51 pages ebook Online Price:
ISBN: 9781908917478
Imprint: Xcite Books
Published: 6th September 2012

Category: Anthology / Bundle, Gay, Mixed Themes
Series: Hot Tales of Gay Lust

Rating: 4 / 5 stars - 1 vote(s).

An Xcite Books collection of five erotic gay stories with mixed themes including m/m, contemporary, historical, menage, BDSM, voyeurism, sex in public, interracial, and seasonal.

Rough Play

Braden was on the college football team. As a result, the big lug was kind of shy about his gayness. So, he used horseplay as foreplay – his way of getting a certain sexy little nerd to do exactly as he wished, and wanted. He performed best under pressure, after all. Who says all jocks are dumb, let alone straight?

Stacked in Back

Libraries aren’t just for checking out books. They’re for checking out men too. The counter personnel can be homely as a Louisa May Alcott novel, and the security guards chunky as the latest Stephen King bestseller. But a lot of the customers are nice to look at, and some of the young men restacking the shelves make pleasant browsing for horny patrons. As they say in the book-lending business: when these stacks are rockin’, don’t come a stockin’.

Secret Santa’s Workshop

Ted wanted to be an elf, work for Santa. Only problem was, at 6’ 2” tall and 220 pounds, he was way too big for the regular toyshop. Fortunately, Santa had another workshop, perfect for a man of Ted’s proportions; a place where they assembled “adult” toys. Ted took to the job like a horny reindeer to sleigh traces.

Black Marketeer

Ben Jardin was the biggest black marketeer in southern Arizona. With the war on, rationing a reality, and with a warehouse full of illicit goods to back him up, he could help people out – for the right price. It was usually a good deal for all the men he serviced. Until a couple of real racketeers tried to muscle him out of some of his merchandise. That’s when Ben Jardin had to work it really dirty.


Theirs was a liberal fraternity, open to anyone regardless of orientation. So, when one brother-lover suggested a “gitch raid”  to his other loving brother, stealing and soiling the underwear from a fellow fraternity on campus, they were both in. Deep and depraved. Come and gitch it!


He kept racing away, across the quad, legs and one arm pumping, butt cheeks in his tight, tan cotton pants twitching. I looked at his papers blowing in the wind, at him streaking away with my pigskin. ‘Start the beer run without me, guys. I’ve got some business to take care of.’ I chased after the little sneakthief.

I quickly gained on him, being bigger and faster. He darted in between the engineering and science buildings, out the other side and across the road and into the trees. I was hot on his heels, busting through the brush and into the forest only a few seconds behind him.

I temporarily lost him in the trees, though, dodging trunks, blinded by the shafts of sunlight shooting down. But he had nowhere to go. The sloping ground led down to the river that formed the eastern border of the college grounds.

I was barrelling between two trees, headed for the bright daylight that signalled the open riverbank, when Stuart shot out a foot from behind a trunk, tripping me, sending me flying. I sailed ten feet through the air and thudded to the ground, hard.

The breath was knocked out of me, like after a blindside hit. I gave my blond, buzzcut head a shake and tried to rise up on my forearms. Stuart helped me, gripping my right arm and heaving me up onto my knees, my legs. The world spun, the sunlight glittering off the river dazzling me.

Before I even fully knew what was happening, was totally clear as to what was taking place, Stuart had guided me back against a tree trunk. Then lashed my hands together behind me, around the smooth trunk, tied my feet up against the tree. I blinked the stars out of my eyes, trussed up tight.

‘What the … What the hell do you think you’re doing?’ I gulped.

Stuart stared at me, pink mouth hanging open, red lips trembling. His pretty face was sheened with sweat, his chest heaving excitedly, body shaking. ‘I got you now, big guy!’ he gasped, gloating. He pulled a penknife out of his pocket.

The guy was wearing a blue university sweater along with his Dockers, an expression of evil delight. I tested the ropes binding my arms and legs. They held firm; holding me tight to the tree. ‘What – what are you going to do?’

‘Get even,’ Stuart vowed, opening up the penknife. The short, sharp blade glinted in the warm sun. He grabbed the collar of my red football T and sliced the cotton material right down the middle with the penknife.

He slit my shirt from neck to navel, totally ruining the tog. Then he ripped the two halves wide open, exposing my brawny brown chest. My muscled pecs jumped up and down, tan nipples straining.

And that’s when the guy showed his true colours, the puny pervert, breathing, ‘Niiice,’ right into my pecs.

He smacked his damp palms down on my humped chest, clapping skin on skin. I was jolted, springing up onto my toes, my pecs clenching. There was a look of pure, unadulterated lust in Stuart’s four eyes now, as he spanked my brimming nipples with the flats of his hands, smacked my shimmering chest flesh.

I struggled against the bindings again, but it was no-go. The guy knew his knots, was maybe nuts. A thought struck me harder than his pattycaking hands on my pecs. ‘You had this planned!’

He grinned, and nodded, gleefully slapping my 48-inch chest. ‘Yup, I set you up, knew you’d knock those tempting files out of my hands, then take off after me when I retaliated by stealing your football.’ He tapped the side of his head for a change. ‘Brains, you know. I had the ropes waiting, the perfect tree picked out, the stuck-out foot to spring the trap.’

It was smart. And dangerous. He clamped my nipples between his fingers and twisted. I howled.

But there was no one to hear me, see what was going on. He’d picked his spot well. The river was wide at that point, heavily forested on the other side, devoid of highways or houses. And the thick growth in behind us screened out the campus beyond, the foliage swallowing up our voices.

The sun beat down on me, the river flowing smoothly by. I was at the perverted mercy of the man I’d tormented so many times before.

He pulled my nipples out as far as they would go, then released them. They sproinged back against my chest with an audible snap. I bit my lip, breathing hard, pouring sweat. Stuart smacked my nipples a few more times, spat at one, then the other, sealed his pouty lips over the left one and sucked.

‘Fuck! Come on!’ I yelped.

‘I am coming on,’ he replied calmly, bobbing his head over to my other nipple and flogging that one with his wet, pink tongue. ‘Strong. Can’t you take it?’

He bit into my right nipple, pulled it back with his teeth. I yowled, arching against the tree trunk.

The guy meant business – dirty business. He’d turned the tables, had me roped up right where he wanted me, and was taking full advantage. He gripped my pecs with his hot little hands and squeezed them, licking and sucking and biting on my nipples, staring triumphantly up at me.

And to top it all off, after working over my chest with his hands and mouth, he looked down, and noticed the rigid attention his pec work had elicited from me – my dick tenting out the front of my track pants. ‘Looks like I’m getting through to you, huh, tough guy?’ he chortled.

My face burned red, flushed as my chest, engorged as my nipples. Stuart slid his slender fingers into the elasticised waistband of my pants, yanked down. My cock sprang up into the warm, breezy air, hard as the guy’s attitude, taut as the ropes. He slapped my dick one way, the other. I jerked.

He sank down to his knees in the spongy turf of the riverbank, cock-level. And then he grasped my dangling balls, viciously twisted the hairy sack. I tremored, bared ass bouncing off the tree trunk. The feminine dude pulled down on my man-bag with one hand, whacked my cock side to side with the other.

‘OK! OK! You made your point!’

Stuart rose to his feet and spat into my open mouth. ‘Here’s my point, he-man!’ He popped his pants open, let them drop, skinned down his white cotton briefs. His prick jutted up into the air, hard and huge as mine, only smoother, hood perfectly moulded.

I swallowed, and he dropped back down to his knees, ducked his head under my spearing cock and sucked my balls into his mouth.

Customer Reviews:

Reviewed by: Furio on 9th September 2012 10:47AM

This is a collection of erotic short stories, the situations are not always entirely realistic but they are imaginative and intriguing.
Writing is especially good, witty, sometimes even too much so, but it will certainly appeal to those looking for light-hearted fun.

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