Sex Collections: NEEDFUL FLINGS: A three-volume hot, hung, and hungry sex collection by Andrina Coy

glances toward the good looking young man with the well-toned body hitting the work-out bag at the upscale 5 th Avenue Men’s Fitness Center. Porter had been employed at the male-only facility for the last two years which in turn allowed him to use the job for his own almost daily fitness regime once his work shift was over.
     
    It was late afternoon the day after Porter had met with Oleg and agreed to do three more videos for Oleg’s Needful Flings website. His current workout was meant to help eliminate some of the nervous energy Porter had accumulated since that meeting. Oleg had not yet contacted him to confirm the woman was willing to do the videos so for now, Porter’s immediate financial future remained in limbo.
     
    A hundred thousand dollars. I haven’t made nearly that much in the entire two years I’ve been working at the health club!
     
    Porter’s fists repeatedly snapped into the heavy punching bag, causing it to sway several inches from side to side as he did so. In his early 20’s he had entertained the idea of becoming an Ultimate Fighter. After a few months of training he had his first fight in a basement match located in Tacoma. Though he won, it left Porter with little more than a sore body, a badly swollen right cheek, and a mere $200 that represented his winnings.
     
    He decided then there had to be an easier way to make a living.
     
    What followed was a series of odd jobs until finally he accepted a position at the 5 th Avenue health club, a place surrounded by the city’s rich and famous as they came and went from their high paying, high rise jobs – jobs Porter knew he would never be qualified for himself.
     
    It was at the club that Oleg Teplov introduced himself to Porter in the facility’s massive first floor shower and sauna complex. Oleg was finishing getting dressed and looked up to see the younger man emerging in all his massive cock glory from the showers and as Porter was drying himself, Oleg walked up and posed what was both a simple and direct question.
     
    “Do you want to make a great deal of money?”
     
    Porter recalled taking a step back as he tied the white health club towel around his narrow hips in an attempt to cover himself. He assumed the stranger was gay and interested in paying him for sex. It would not be the first time he had been approached by a gay man, and in fact from time to time over the years Porter had allowed some men to give him oral sex. Oleg sensed Porter’s uncertainty and raised both of his hands in the air in front of him.
     
    “Ah, I am no homosexual, just a businessman who sees talent and potential. Can we discuss my proposal over dinner? I assure you it will be well worth your time.”
     
    And so began Porter’s relationship with Oleg Teplov’s Needful Flings which led to this moment of anticipation in making another hundred thousand dollars for just three more videos.
     
    If Oleg’s mystery woman agrees.
     
    Porter stopped hitting the weighted bag, his lungs gulping for air as sweat poured down his face. Despite the intensity of his workout a good deal of nervous energy remained. He was unable to quiet his mind over the prospect of making so much money in such a short amount of time.
     
    Maybe a hot shower will help.
     
    Porter tossed a towel over his broad, muscular right shoulder and bounded down the health club’s second floor steps on his way to the first floor showers. As he made his way toward the main shower area he passed one of the three private sauna rooms and noted a flash of movement from inside, causing him to slow his pace so as to get a better look before walking completely by.  A small, wood-framed window sat in the center of the thick wood door that was the sauna’s entrance. Porter spied three men inside of varying ages. The youngest was a newer employee of the club named Dex, a twenty-four year old black man and former UW student who had been hired on just a few months earlier.  The second man was not yet