Beau to Beau Publishing: Ely's Awakening

Erotic M/M short stories, XXX rated, with Multiple Partners, BDSM, and Anal Play

The Key Club; Kenton’s Game; The Bodyguard; Insider Trading; Quinn’s Pursuit; Quinn’s Conquest, The Ritual

The Key Club
After a couple of drinks all around, the club’s president spoke. “Okay, guys, you all know what tonight is,” he said. They all cheered and clapped. “You’ll love tonight’s activities, Carter,” Brian promised. The president continued. “Okay, that’s good. I see I’ve got a room full of horny men tonight.” Everyone knew the rules of the Key Party, but for the new members the president outlined them anyway.

Kenton's Game
Russ would watch Kenton from a tiny hole he had drilled in his closet that led directly to the game room where his dad held his weekly games. Russ would watch Kenton’s every move as he carefully studied his cards. He thought the slight wrinkles that had formed around Kenton’s eyes were sexy, like a movie star. Russ didn’t care about Kenton’s age. Russ was eighteen now, and he would give anything to get Kenton’s attention. As he watched from his closet, Russ would fantasize about Kenton’s body, the feel of him, the smell of him, but he found himself fantasizing mostly about Kenton’s cock. Russ would stare at the crotch of Kenton’s tight faded jeans, fantasizing about what he looked like without those jeans. Here at the gym Kenton wore form fitting little shorts that made his bulge look big. His legs were gorgeous, with just the right amount of hair. His muscles were toned, but not bulging. His chest showed maturity, not age, just like his face. He had a thick head of hair, black with just the right amount of silver sprinkled throughout.

The Bodyguard
"What is your business, sir?” He was so polite that Marcus almost hated to involve him in such a messy business, almost. “My business is my business, young Ian,” he answered, never taking his eyes off of Ian’s. “You do not say a word to me or anyone else. Most importantly, you must never show fear, and you will not show fear today. Remember that.” Ian nodded and answered, “Yes, sir.” Is this guy pimping me out? He sure has dressed me like he is. Ian wished he hadn’t been so curious last night, but it was too late now. “Let’s go,” Marcus commanded, ushering Ian to lead. Marcus never let anyone walk behind him if he could help it. He trusted no one to do that. Ian was afraid that Marcus would shoot him in the back, and he knew now that he had the weapon to do it.

Insider "Trading"
Cam rang the doorbell and both Langdon and Gavin opened the door. “Come in, Cam, our favorite resident.” Cam walked in and hugged the two men who had become his buddies, not just his supervisors. “This is a very special occasion, Cam, and we must toast to it.” Langdon poured glasses of champagne and handed each a glass. “Champagne goes straight to my head,” Cam warned them. They were hoping it would and that Cam would forget this night ever happened. “This is your night, Cam, and as you know, or maybe not, Gavin and I have been watching with lust and envy the movement of your youthful ass inside the thin layer of material they call scrubs.” Cam poured himself a second glass of champagne after being taken off guard by these very straightforward words. “No, guys, I didn’t know that.”

Quinn's Pursuit
Quinn Locke was well known to some and a complete unknown to those he wanted, and those he wanted were young men. Quinn was one of the wealthiest men in the world, but his wealth did not satisfy him. Young men satisfied him. He had an insatiable hunger to conquer and control. He craved young men more than he craved sex, and he craved sex with young men insatiably. When it came to young men, Quinn was a master of disguise. He was good-looking, had a great body, and had the amazing ability to turn on the charm at just the right time. Quinn had mansions all over the world, and young men at his command. He would never force someone to stay with him against his will, but no one could resist the lavish lifestyle that Quinn dangled before them. Quinn knew that he had been given the title of “Sugar Daddy”, but he liked to think of himself as a pleaser of young men. He gave them everything they could possibly imagine, and they gave him what he craved. Everyone was happy that way. He wasn’t hurting anyone.

Quinn's Conquest
Bobby reluctantly allowed Dade to wash him. Dade slowly and seductively caressed the soothing wash over Bobby’s youthful buds, and downward toward Bobby’s cock hidden beneath the water. Dade gently separated Bobby’s legs and began to caress the wash over Bobby’s balls and along his soft penis. Bobby started to speak, but Dade stopped him. “You will please Quinn with your youthful balls and cock that have not yet reached full man size.” Bobby felt that same embarrassment he had felt with Quinn. “That’s a good thing, Bobby. Quinn will want you.

The Ritual
Loy knew that he should never pick up a hitchhiker, but it was raining and the man looked harmless. When the rain began to beat down in sheets and the road turned to mud, Loy’s old reliable car began to sputter. He had no choice but to stop at the house that was home to the hitchhiker, and the man had been nice enough to invite him to what he called “The Ritual.”

Frightened, yet a little aroused by the manly scents in the room, Loy lifted his arms allowing KC to remove his shirt. KC then moved to Loy’s jeans, removing them too, and then slid his hands inside Loy’s shorts, down the back first, running his hands over the smooth firmness of Loy’s ass. Then he looked at Loy and kissed his mouth, breaking the kiss just when Loy was wanting more. He then held Loy’s shorts open. “Spread your legs,” he ordered. Loy quickly opened his legs, and KC pulled Loy’s shorts down and off, but did not allow Loy the satisfaction of his hand on his cock which was hard now and begging to be touched. “Look at me,” KC commanded, and Loy looked at him, watching as he undressed, waiting to see naked the bulge now confined by denim material. KC was naked now, and Loy stared at him, wanting his hard rod inside his mouth. KC walked all the way around Loy looking at all of him, and then stood behind him. Loy turned around and looked at him. “Turn around, Loy,” KC ordered, and Loy turned back around, with his back now to KC. KC pulled Loy to him as he leaned against the wall. Loy could feel KC’s hard rod as he forced it between his butt cheeks. With one hand KC played with Loy’s nipple and the other hand played with his cock. Loy gasped with the sensations.