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    Hot Rods: Gay Erotic Stories
    Hot Rods: Gay Erotic Stories
    Hot Rods: Gay Erotic Stories
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    Hot Rods: Gay Erotic Stories

    By Sean Laurence

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    Turn it on, get it on and get off - Hot Rods wastes no time in its explicit stories of muscled men on the prowl. In an e-book exclusive, Sean Laurence's book of pocket erotica delivers a payoff that you can savor for a pounding good time. The construction workers in Kiernan Kelly's "Sandhogs" show how hot it can get in the tight confines of an underground shaft. A special agent protects and serves a perp in Hank Edwards' sizzling "Frisk." Jay Starre's story, "Between Shots Fired," is a searingly sexy tale of lust in the trenches between a sergeant and his private. Pepper Espinoza's "Chrome-Obsessed" features a biker cub turned on by hard steel and a road dog with many miles under his belt. Devoted to mind-blowing biceps and boners, Hot Rods is a hard-charging thrill ride full of masculine men who crave each other.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherCleis Press
    Release dateMar 14, 2011
    ISBN9781573447270
    Hot Rods: Gay Erotic Stories

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      Hot Rods - Sean Laurence

      FRISK

      Hank Edwards

      I sat nervously in the conference room surrounded by my partners in law and, unfortunately, crime. A slick bead of sweat ran from my armpit to the waistband of my boxers, leaving behind a track of moisture that brought on a shiver.

      What’s the matter, Zack? asked the senior partner, George, narrowing his gray eyes in my direction. Caught a chill?

      I shrugged as nonchalantly as possible considering the situation. Goose walked over my grave, I guess.

      The seven men surrounding the fine oak conference table chuckled quietly. All of us had conspired to hide certain business transactions from the government. Now I found myself involved in a sting operation to save my hairy hide and rat out my partners. Oh, what a tangled web we weave.

      A few months ago the state’s attorney had shown up on my doorstep along about midnight. Midnight visitors are never good, and this one had lived up to that promise. I opened the door to a full-court press and after several hours of talks I agreed to turn state’s evidence against the other partners in my law firm. The state’s attorney had approached me because I was the newest member of the partners’ roster and could ask the many questions that needed to be answered on tape without raising much suspicion. For this effort, I would receive a reduced sentence in a white-collar prison and lose my license to practice law. Hey, what a deal, right?

      I now wore a small transmitter and microphone to every encounter I had with any of the partners. I had been doing it for several weeks, but at each meeting I felt as nervous as the first time. Would I screw up somehow and blow the whole operation? Then where would I be?

      Each time I wore the transmitter I had to go through a certain procedure. It was placed on different areas of my body depending on the type of meeting: golf, conference room, travel by car or rail, that kind of thing. With two other witnesses in the office, one of the agents would meet me just before I was to leave for the appointment and tape the transmitter to my waist, back or leg. This required me to partially disrobe, a fact that forced me to start wearing boxers to better hide the fact that I was usually sporting a partial hard-on. I don’t know where they found the field agents for this assignment, but I want a two-week vacation to that place.

      These guys were hot hunks with buzz cuts, chiseled jaws, barrel chests with hair poking up from beneath their white shirts, and round bubble butts I longed to press my face into. Whichever agent had pulled taping duty that day would strip off his suit coat, take off his mirrored sunglasses, and get down on his knees before me. After raising my shirt and lowering my pants, he would carefully place the transmitter on whatever body part was to be used during that meeting and start laying adhesive tape. Their hands were always gentle but firm as they smoothed the tape out over my skin, their soft fingertips grazing my flesh and teasing my mind with thoughts of sex. As I have a rather hairy body, they would always try to be careful not to tape over too much hair. Some were more empathetic about this than others.

      The removal of the transmitter worked in much the same way. There was, however, one exception: sometimes there would only be one agent in the room. The other two may have been called away. When only one agent was waiting, I would be frisked to make sure I wasn’t carrying anything like a bribe or a weapon. The result of this search was stated into the microphone and then the transmitter was removed, usually with some loss of body hair and more than a few tears of pain on my part.

      After this particular meeting wrapped up, I made my way to my office, conscious of every word or bodily emission as everything I did was being recorded for analysis later. I walked through my office door and locked it behind me. Turning, I found an agent waiting for me: the new guy, Straith. He was big and solid, an imposing mass of masculinity. His forearms were big and covered with hair, his chest broad beneath his starched white shirt. I longed to pull the buttons off his shirt with my teeth and expose the mat of hair beneath. His square jaw was marred by a slight indent centered beneath his full, soft lips. His eyes were the green of summer grass and I marveled at the contrast they provided to his short, dark hair and olive complexion.

      What are you doing here? Are you crazy? They could see you! I snapped, panic driving my pulse up a few points.

      Relax, he said casually, a smile playing along his soft, pink lips. I snuck in when no one was looking. I had to tell you the others were called to an emergency staff meeting and I didn’t want to wait in the van. He shrugged the indifferent shrug of a hotshot agent who felt impervious to any outside influences. He made up his own rules and ignored everything else. Oh, I knew his type. He was the type I always went for: hot, masculine, and distant.

      I tried to put the flood of sexual images out of my head, but my dick was twitching like a divining rod, sniffing out manmeat. Oh. Well, it seems a little foolish if you ask me.

      He shrugged again. I didn’t ask you. He smiled as he crossed the room and I felt more blood rush to my

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