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Stud Poker

Edited by Lucas Steele By Landon Dixon, Alcamia Payne, Josephine Myles, Jasmine Benedict and Michael Bracken

Stud Poker
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ISBN: 9781908917942
Imprint: Xcite Books
Published: 1st November 2012

Category: Anthology / Bundle, Gay

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An Xcite Books collection of five gay erotic stories with mixed themes including contemporary, historical, m/m, spanking, exhibitionism, voyeurism and sex outdoors.

Stud Poker by Landon Dixon

Brent had crashed at his buddy’s place after an all-night poker session. And when he woke up, he found his cock in his Jockeys as stiff as an ace-high straight, tenting his thin underwear like a tall stack of chips. And he found his buddy’s roommate, Kurt, sitting on the edge of the bed, the man’s warm, brown hand dealing Brent’s bare, muscled thigh a caress. The two events seemed to be strangely related. Virgin Brent didn’t know whether to walk away or run; or actually let Kurt play his hand out. Could “poke-him” be even more fun than po-ker?

Spangle by Alcamia Payne

Failed rocker Spangle’s life is turned upside down when he falls in love with Italian stockbroker Faldo. Spangle thinks Faldo’s fallen for his badass rocker image and, scared of ruining his macho persona by admitting he’s really an exotic stripper, he gets trapped in a web of lies which threaten to spoil everything. When Spangle shuts Faldo out of his fake late-night rocker rehearsals, Faldo becomes suspicious Spangle has a lover and their love affair is threatened. Right when Spangle is about to lose Faldo, though, a comedic error means Spangle is forced to reveal the truth, with unexpected results.

The Wrong Side of the Glass by Josephine Myles

A laugh with some mates down the pub, a few too many Screaming Orgasms made with cheap vodka, and what do you know, Pete’s got the hiccups again. Worse yet, he knows from past experience the only way to make them go away is to starve his body of oxygen, so he heads outside to suffocate himself quietly. However, the sexy, smoking man in the alleyway suggests a cure that sounds like far more fun … for both of them!

The Stable Hand by Jasmine Benedict

Victor Hatridge is the most eligible bachelor in the county. Hattie Sherritt is the most eligible lady. Hattie believes herself the perfect bride for Victor, but Victor has no interest in the tiring conventions that polite society would have forced upon him. Victor has his eye, his desire and, just perhaps, his heart set firmly upon another – a secret, forbidden lover in the shape of his gruff stable hand, Eli Brown. When Eli interrupts a dinner party, intent upon stealing a moment with his master in the stables, Victor slowly comes to realise just how little he cares for the world outside that draughty old building and them.

Boys of Summer by Michael Bracken

Delbert, Gary, and Carl are three good ol’ Texas boys trying to beat the heat when they sneak down to the swimming hole on Old Man Carter's property. Not one of them remembers to take a swimming suit and their skinny-dipping quickly leads to sex and sunburns.

These stories also appear in Bad Boys published by Xcite Book.


I didn’t wake up with a hangover; I woke up with a raging hard-on.

I blinked my eyes, tried to focus. Oh yeah, I’d crashed at my buddy’s place after an all-night poker session. I hadn’t been drinking much, but Todd had insisted that I sleep what little I had off at his place. He let me use the bedroom belonging to his roommate, who was supposedly away on business.

I was lying on the guy’s bed in just my Jockeys, cock stiff as an ace-high straight, tenting the thin underwear like a tall stack of chips. Todd’s roommate, Kurt, was sitting on the edge of the bed, very much at home, his warm, brown hand riding my bare, muscled thigh.

‘What the …!’ I gargled in shock, scrambling up onto my elbows.

‘Morning, Brent,’ Kurt said.

‘Uh, yeah … Morning,’ I replied, glancing from my wood to the guy’s manicured hand, back again. There seemed to be a direct relationship between the two. My face lit up like a Budweiser sign and what little spit I had evaporated in my open mouth. I was more than a bit confused.

Kurt smiled, his mouth warm and wet and friendly. Then he moved his left hand further up the charged, peach-fuzzed skin on my left thigh, causing my cock to jump right out of its foreskin.

I didn’t have a clue what to do. I’d never had a sexual encounter with anyone in my entire 18-year life, and I didn’t know how to react. But my dick sure did; it went so hard it vibrated, as Kurt moved his delicate hand up and down my thigh, caressing me.

The guy was dressed in only a pair of tight, white Jockeys himself, his smooth, lean, golden-brown body blazing at me, his blond hair tousled, green eyes soft and sensitive and staring into my wide, blue ones. He was a year older than me, but that’s about all I knew about the guy. But I was finding out more and more as the seconds dragged by on crutches – about him, and myself.

‘Have a good sleep?’ he asked, soft palm gliding back and forth on my rigid upper leg.

‘G-good s-sleep,’ I gulped, goosebumps flaring up all over my pale, overexposed body.

Kurt looked down at my raging dong, his long fingers digging in and squeezing my tensed thigh muscles. ‘Maybe ready to play a little – stud poker?’

I swallowed my Adam’s apple, my elbows shaking beyond my control. I could smell the sweet, tangy scent of the guy, feel the incredible heat of him through his supple hand, see the long, hard outline of his own arousal in his briefs.

His hand moved higher, and the polished tips of his fingers brushed against the shaft of my cotton-stretched cock. I jerked like a total amateur, which is exactly what I was. His smooth fingers slid up and over my throbbing erection, tightening around my shaft. I gasped for air, my body flooding with a wicked, sensual heat, my head going dizzy. Kurt gently rubbed my pulsing cock, sparking my latent desire into open flame.

Then he suddenly released my prick and gripped the elasticised band of my underwear, said, ‘It’s your first time, huh, Brent?’

It was more of a statement than a question. I nodded, more to what he was doing than in response to what he’d said. Kurt pulled down.

I arched my bum off the bed and he skinned my Jockeys off, and we both gazed at my crotch, at my straining, naked, needful hard-on, my bare want revealed. Kurt grasped my rod skin on skin, and I yelped, ‘Fuck!’

Josephine Myles

English through and through, Josephine Myles is addicted to tea and busy cultivating a reputation for eccentricity. She writes gay erotica and romance, but finds the erotica keeps cuddling up to the romance, and the romance keeps corrupting the erotica. Jo blames her rebellious muse but he never listens to her anyway, no matter how much she threatens him with a big stick. She’s beginning to suspect he enjoys it.

Jo is a member of the Romantic Novelists Association and publishes regularly with Samhain. She’s one of the organising team behind the UK Meet, an annual event celebrating GLBTQ fiction. She has also been known to edit anthologies and self-publish on occasion.

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Alcamia Payne

Alcamia became a full-time writer in 2008 and now spends all her time scribbling and amassing notebooks of ideas.

A bestseller, she enjoys writing gutsy sexy stories and thinks it’s great erotica - once a fringe phenomena – has, at long last, been pushed to the front of publishing. She’s an ardent advocate of choice in reading, believing it’s high time women and men had the freedom to fully explore their sexuality through well-written prose by some terrific writers.

When she’s not penning racy books she’s beavering away under one of her other pseudonyms as a mainstream romance and paranormal author. Asked what kind of writing she likes best? She says there’s no one answer; whether it’s historical, romance, science fiction or a supernatural twist she loves it all, but retains a special affection for spicy romance with punch.

Rather an innocent and a somewhat old-fashioned girl, recently someone asked her how she can write such edgy material without having experienced it? Her answer, “sex and love are instincts we all have. A science-fiction writer has not voyaged into deep space, but can write convincingly about aliens and other worlds. The success in penning credible books is being able to get inside a person’s skin, research your material and be inventive.”

Alcamia has been published in countless anthologies and loves penning novellas and novels across the entire erotica genre range. When she’s not scribbling she loves restoring vintage clothing, trying to cook French patisserie and enjoys mega-long walks in the countryside and along the beach.  An avid collector her home’s bulging at the seams with books she can’t part with, which she believes is what makes it so hard for her to find her own Mr Darcy with a twist.

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