Bad-Ass Boys: Gay Men Who Can't Get Enough

These guys are putting the bang into gang. BREEDING MY BOYFRIEND Costa and Jesse have sworn undying fidelity to each other, so when Costa discovers his boyfriend is cheating, he plans a diabolical revenge that involves a bit of discipline, a sling, wrist and ankle cuffs-and a lot of pain. I WAS A MALE NYMPHO FOR THE FBI Vic Tulsa is a sex addict who works undercover for the FBI, but his homophobic boss wants to get rid of him - permanently. The result is that Vic finds himself strung up in an SM club, to be sold to the highest bidder. NEW JOCK IN TOWN Straight College jock, Sammy Jackson, is forced to miss Spring Break with his girlfriend because his finances are so dire until, that is, he accepts a special delivery for his dad, and the delivery man has a few ideas on how the hot jock can get his hands on a lot of cash in a hurry. WANNA SHARE YOUR HUSBAND? When the richest man in the city is rebuffed by the hottest construction worker on the site of a new luxury development for gay men, he wants revenge - and money is no object. Excerpt from: I Was a Male Nympho for the FBI Casebook Log #369 You know how humiliating it is to assume the position against a cop car, your shorts down around your ankles, your tackle flapping in the breeze, while a deputy gives you the once over before fat Sheriff Tucker covers his podgy fingers in a rubber glove to inspect your anal area for drugs? It was such a fuckin' buzz, and I loved it. Plus, I had them right where I wanted them. I'd been hitchhiking along the interstate A380, stripped to the waist to show off my hot abs and ceps; my pecs and back awash with perspiration, my shorts barely hiding my fat sausage of a cock. See, I get turned on when I display myself like this. I'm an exhibitionist at heart. Hell, there ain't much that I'm not when it comes to things sexual. My ass is my best asset, so my cut-off jeans were way too revealing - cut so that half my ass cheeks were on display. I was - I am - hot, hot, hot! I attracted attention just the way I like it. A couple of guys drove around in circles to get a gander at me to make sure I was for real. You seldom saw what I was offering outside a porn movie. A couple of the more adventurous, or more horny, guys pulled over to see if I wanted a lift. Any driver who looked as if he was packing got my attention. And my ass or my mouth later, if he wanted them. Who am I kidding? They always wanted them. It was the only reason they picked me up. I didn't need a lift and their concern for my comfort and welfare was anything but altruistic. Like I'm complaining? I could have made a fortune because most of my pick-ups thought I was on the game and their first question after "You need a lift?" and my response, "Nah, I need a fuck" once I'd hopped in their car, was usually, "How much?" When I told them it was all free they couldn't believe their luck, especially the guys sporting wedding rings. I knew I'd eventually attract the attention of the authorities. I was causing all sorts of traffic infringements as guys, and an almost equal number of women, slowed down to ogle the booty. The ladies were out of luck. I noticed the cop car trailing me just far enough back they thought they were invisible, and stepped up my slutty behavior, wiggling my luscious buns even more blatantly at the passing parade. My training meant I had a second sense when it came to being followed. I was encouraging it. I wanted to provoke the cops but it seems I'd have to be more outrageous. I stopped and flexed, showing off my body even more blatantly, bending over to open my knapsack to retrieve my water bottle so that my ass spread invitingly for speeding voyeurs, the thin strip of fabric between my cheeks barely covering my twitching hole. If passers-by looked closely enough they'd probably see the sun reflected off the snail trail of dried spunk glistening in and around my butt hole. Does it get any better than that?