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Manly Men Collection 1
Manly Men Collection 1
Manly Men Collection 1
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Manly Men Collection 1

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Four gay erotica stories by Dick Powers. Included are the story of a handsome alpha male who decides to seduce a ready and willing naughty man, a boyfriend goes to get his boyfriend back from a well hung man only to be pulled into a filthy threesome, a young gang member takes on the leaders in bed, and two men enjoy each other and the great outdoors. There's something for everyone within!

'Manly Men Collection 1' contains:

# He Fixed My Ass (Seduction)
"Plumb my butt? What are you saying? Why, that's filthy!" I grin. Underneath this whole rich, slim, sexy exterior thing I have going on is a naughty man who wants some candy. The hunky man leans over and whispers to me that something more than my tap needs fixing. I look down with him with a sly grin. "I think my morning wood needs chopping down." He is more than happy to assist.

# Balls And Pistons (Threesome)
It's hot. I'm driving. I wish I wasn't, but the boyfriend has been stolen by the Italian Stallion and I'm on a one trip cross country to get him back. Unfortunately, life has other plans for me. A explosion signals the beginning of a gaudy trip through the naughty underworld of a hillbilly town with no morals and a orgy every day of the week. Handsome men and little old me. Scary but wonderful!

# Initiation Of A Man (First Times)
I thought I was SO tough, but when they told me that the first place to get a beating would be my ass, I confess that I freaked out. Men surround me; they watch me; they desire me; I feel fear, but also a dirty hidden desire. I'M NOT GAY - no way - but I guess I don't get a choice. When the first man goes for my stick, I clock him one, but then the hands get working. The fighting stops then

# Riding The Summit (Hunk)
"Joe, I never knew!" He runs his hands up my back, not saying a thing. We are on the side of one of the most beautiful mountains in the world and he has made his confession. I can feel those hands working lower and lower. The big guy wants something, but I'm not sure if I can give him it. I turn, looking into his eyes and think. Can I really have sex with my best friend? I have no idea.

LanguageEnglish
Release dateOct 13, 2013
ISBN9781301847587
Manly Men Collection 1
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Dick Powers

Dick Powers writes gay erotic fiction. He writes heterosexual erotica under Sophie Sin.

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    Manly Men Collection 1 - Dick Powers

    Manly Men Collection

    Dick Powers

    Copyright 2013 Lunatic Ink Publishing

    More collections at Dick Powers’ Book List. His male-female erotica at Sophie Sin’s Book List.

    All sex is consensual and all participants are over 18 years of age.

    Table Of Contents

    He Fixed My Ass

    Balls And Pistons

    Initiation Of A Man

    Riding The Summit

    He Fixed My Ass

    Manly Men #1

    A Few For The Swear Jar

    The room vibrates and echoes with the rather creative curses flowing freely from my parched lips. The sun lazily shines through the trendily painted blue/gray window with its usual gleeful Canadian 'gonna wake you up or bust' attitude towards making my life unworkably difficult.

    My royal red slippers clomp on the white and gold tiled floor of my designer modern kitchen as I stomp to the pink fluffy phone hanging off the wall near my brand new toaster that I have never used, but looks nice next to all the other equipment that I also never use.

    I thump in '808' on the backlit touch screen keyboard, creating some sounds that might be cracking or just the parts wiggling about under the hard pressure of my finger thrusting into them.

    YOU FUCKING BASTARD, is my opening line.

    The punk teenager on the other end of the line sighs audibly into the receiver.

    Is that you, Mr. Lawrence? he squeaks out in his pre-pubescent voice.

    GOOD! YOU KNOW MY NAME! I yell, rage flowing through my model slim body like a typhoon just about to break into a destructive outburst the likes of which this young fool has never seen - or at least since last time I called.

    Yes, sir. I am aware that I know you name, he says calmly.

    Smart ass. The boy is getting too cocky. I might have to teach him a few things about quality service.

    Excellent. That is one point for the moron patrol. Do you know what the problem is, boy-o? Do you know why I am calling you at 10am in the fucking morning?

    It's the afternoon, sir, he notes.

    Are you lecturing me, you little bitch? I shout into the phone, banging its pink surface against the silver metal of the soon-to-be dented toaster.

    No, I'm not, he answers evenly. What was the problem again?

    I snarl just like an angry raccoon whose territory has been invaded by an animal of a lesser species. THE PROBLEM! Yes, I can't forget that! It is unforgivable!

    I HAVE NO DAMN WATER!

    I see. I'll send a plumber later today.

    My hand whitens noticeably as my knuckles poke out and the plastic casing of the phone begins to crackle menacingly.

    Later... YOU DARE SAY SUCH A THING TO ME?

    I pause, breathe and take a moment, just like my shrink told me at times like this that I should.

    Do you know who I am? I ask him in all seriousness. Do you really understand who you are talking to?

    Mr. Lawrence, I fully understand who you are. How about I see if I can find a contractor who can do the job, rather than the usual guy.

    GOOD. FINALLY, YOU ARE GETTING IT!

    I slam the phone into the wireless dock on the wall. It doesn't fit into place and I have to belt it against the plastic thing 10 times, completely shattering the screen and making me even more angry.

    FUCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!

    My mind flares into what could well be a conflagration of the kind that burns the world dry. When the repairman gets here, he's going to pay!

    Respectful Mr. Lawrence

    Oh, my, um... sooo, yeah, wonderful of you to come.

    The man at my gorgeously designed door looks me in the eye in a way that makes my dick jerk slightly. It is like staring into the deep forest wood eyes of a grizzly bear just entering its prime.

    Are you Keith?

    The sound of my first name from those masculine lips makes my heart go into palpitations. Everything is getting way, way, WAY too tight down in my pink silk pajama pants. He hasn't looked down, but it’s becoming apparent to me rather quickly that if I don't get him inside and working ASAP then I'm going to be creating a mean teepee that he won't be able to miss.

    Yes. Come in. The kitchen is that way. I speak so fast that it sounds like I'm trying to break the world record for words per minute. I fan myself for a second before pointing. It's over there.

    He shakes his head and gives me a hard done by look. I feel a surge of anger for a moment. My hands stray to my hips and my legs set. I feel my hips coming forward.

    Someone has morning wood, he notes with a smirk, looking straight at it.

    I go red. He saw it. My life is officially over.

    I'm just going to change.

    I start shuffling away, my shoulders hunched forward and a heat like a burning furnace filling my body.

    It's over there, I cry like the little gay boy that I am over my shoulder.

    I can hear him chuckling all the way to the room.

    A quick change of clothing later...

    That was not fun, I say to myself.

    My back is pressed to my bedroom door, my head is sitting against the hard expensive wood of it and my left leg is extended in what feels like a rather contemplatively sexually aroused pose: It helps ease the discomfort in my jeans a little.

    I sigh, reach down and touch him. My dick is rock hard. How many times have I met a man who can affect me like this?

    I look to the large full length mirror that hides my walk in closet.

    Don't answer that, I tell myself firmly.

    There is a loud heavy knocking on the door behind me. I jump forward and throw up my hands in surprise like a cat caught eating from its owner's plate during the cat's master’s momentary absence.

    Yes? I call out in possibly the most

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