Rough Trade by edited by Todd Gregory

by his wrists. His tongue licked Kevin’s neck, starting at his ear and working its way down to his pecs. His crotch ground into Kevin’s as his teeth bit into his nipples.
    Ryan released Kevin’s wrists and tossed him down on his stomach onto the bed. His tongue licked, his lips sucked, his teeth bit as his hands forced Kevin’s legs open.
    He quickly found Kevin’s hole and worked it in small circles. He was moist from sweat and excitement. He wanted to be fucked.
    “Fuck me,” Kevin ordered, pushing his butt against Ryan’s hand.
    Ryan slipped one finger inside his hungry hole.
    “More.” Kevin groaned.
    Ryan pumped three fingers in and out of Kevin’s chute and pressed his upper body hard against him.
    Kevin moved his hips in time with Ryan’s strokes.
    “More,” he moaned.
    Ryan reached into the bedside table, pulled out the bottle of Elbow Grease, and flipped up the top. He squeezed a generous amount of the lube over his hand as his fingers continued to work in and out of Kevin’s hole.
    He groaned, then positioned his cock to enter Kevin.
    For a brief moment, Kevin felt the pressure, the tight pulling of his anal flesh as Ryan’s big cock pushed to enter him. Kevin held his breath, bore down, meeting his gentle inward thrust, and his cock went all the way into his ass.
    Kevin exhaled as every nerve ending in his body became electrified. Ryan started moving inside him, sending shock waves of intense pleasure through him. He gradually increased the power of his thrusts.
    Kevin’s asshole stretched and tingled, ached and throbbed. Ryan used his free hand to work Kevin’s cock as he continued to thrust deep inside him.
    Kevin came hard, his asshole clenching around Ryan’s cock as his whole body shook with the overload of sensation. Ryan came a few seconds later, thrusting deeper into Kevin as he held him by his hips.
    They lay there a few minutes before Ryan pulled out slowly. “I’m going to get cleaned up,” Ryan said, grabbing his pants and pulling a folded bill from the pocket. “For you, Kevin,” he said as he placed the tip on the nightstand and headed for the bathroom. He paused with his hand on the door. “I do hope to see you again when I return in two weeks.” Smiling, he shut the door behind him.
    Kevin grabbed the tip, a $100 bill, pulled his shorts on, then headed for the changing room to clean up. Steve was there when he arrived. “Having fun?”
    “Actually, yes, more than I thought I would,” Kevin said.
    Steve smiled, checked himself in the mirror, then headed for the door.
    “Steve, you know, if there’s room, I’d love to be a regular at these parties.”
    “I am sure Daddy has room for one more lost boy,” Steve said with a wink, then closed the door behind him.

Best Little Whorehouse

    Jay Starre

    Bobby Burns had just turned eighteen when he met Reginald James Howard III. It was summer, and he had taken a break from his job on a ranch to visit the big city of Houston, Texas.
    Bobby was strolling the downtown streets, craning his head upward in awe at the incredible height of the office towers above him, when he bumped right into Reginald Howard.
    “Hey, cowboy, better watch where you’re going.” Reginald laughed, taking hold of Bobby’s substantial biceps with a firm grip.
    Their eyes met, and that was it. Bobby took off his cowboy hat and began to apologize in a rush, while Reginald stood with a quiet grin and surveyed this teenage hunk in front of him.
    “You can call me Reggie. Or how about boss? Want a job?” he finally asked when he could get a word in.
    Bobby had to say yes. He was in awe of the handsome young city slicker in the fancy suit and tie. Reggie Howard was suave and tanned with perfectly combed blond hair, a smooth white smile, and soft brown eyes. The dude seemed to be everything Bobby was not, mature for his age, confident, and rich.
    Bobby immediately moved to Reggie’s sprawling ranch. On the outskirts of Houston not far from Bobby’s