Game Face

The Key Club

Intro:
Carter was new to the city and new to the business. When his coworker Brian invited him to join the Key Club, Carter thought it would be a great way to meet other men in the city. Carter had no idea what the Key Club was or what was required to join, but he did know that it was for gay men only. “Tonight is one of our Key Parties, Carter.”

Excerpt:
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. “You will place your house keys in the basket here, and then each will draw one out and report to that house for the evening. Now, those of you who are single will choose from a separate basket containing the keys of our more adventurous members.” He laughed at his own wit. “This way no one is left out of the fun. Remember, though, if there is no one at your house right now waiting, don’t put your key in the basket.”

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Kenton’s Game

Intro:
Kenton thought his cock would break, but he always loved the young tight asses that had never been entered before. Kenton was a master when it came to seducing those eager for their first time. Kenton moaned as he slowly went all the way in. “Isn’t this wonderful, Russ?” “Yes,” he gasped out. Kenton enjoyed his own pleasure now, his just reward for the time and effort he had just put into this kid. And he was doing the next guy a huge service. Russ would be all broken in and ready.

Excerpt:
Kenton looked at Russ, wondering what was on his mind. As he looked at him, Kenton noticed that Russ was now a man. He noticed the good looks of Russ’ father in the boy’s face, and the youthful body that he envied. He couldn’t help but notice that Russ now had a man’s bulge, not a kid’s. Shit, what am I doing, he thought, fantasizing about my friend’s kid? But Kenton couldn’t help himself. “Well, Russ, have you had sex yet?” What the fuck kind of question was that, Russ wondered. “Um, kinda,” he answered, feeling like a jerk. “Kinda, huh? What does kinda mean?” “It’s just that I…,” Russ began, but didn’t finish. Kenton leaned forward. “If you want to tell me something that you don’t want your parents to know, Russ, you can. Everything you say will stay right here.”

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The Bodyguard

Intro:
Ian had no idea his weekend at the ski resort would be like this. He awoke to what sounded like loud arguing in the room next to his. Ian opened his door and stood just outside the door of the room the arguing was coming from. He tried to listen but couldn’t hear the voices, until he leaned his head against the door. “You will make certain that the job is completed by tonight or you will regret it,” a man shouted. “Yes sir, I won’t let you down, sir,” another man replied meekly. Ian dropped the ice bucket he was carrying and it hit the man’s door. Shit, he said as he hurried back toward his room.

Ian closed the door to his room, but not before the shouting man caught a glimpse of the back of him as he hurried back inside. “Now go,” the man ordered the other man from his room. The frightened man hurried off. The man who had seen Ian stood in the hallway for a moment, waiting to see if Ian would come out of his room again. Ian was leaning against the door of his room almost afraid to breathe. He didn’t think anyone had seen him. He hoped no one had seen him. But the man, Marcus, had seen Ian from the back.

Excerpt:
He opened the door to find a man leaning leisurely against the wall. “Good morning, young man,” he said. Ian could feel his heart pounding inside his chest. “Good morning,” Ian replied, and began to walk down the hall. Marcus was behind Ian in a second, placed his hand over Ian’s mouth, and led him into his room. Once inside, Marcus locked the door and told Ian not to say a word. Ian nodded and Marcus removed his hand from Ian’s mouth. “Have a seat,” he demanded. Ian sat in the chair by the window. “Were you listening outside my door earlier?” “Um, no sir,” Ian lied. Marcus looked at Ian. He looks young, early twenties maybe, Marcus thought. “Stand up,” he demanded of Ian. Ian stood. Marcus looked him up and down. “Turn around,” he further demanded.

Ian turned and stood with his back to Marcus, hoping that he wouldn’t shoot him or try to strangle him. Marcus looked at Ian. He thought Ian was a handsome young man, broad shoulders, slender, nice ass, and long, somewhat muscular legs. “Very good. You may sit.” Ian sat again and looked at Marcus. He was dark, with a mysteriousness about him that Ian found hard to resist. “What is your name, young man?” “Ian.” “Well, Ian, I know that you heard loud voices from this room last night because I saw your back as you hurriedly reentered your room. It is the same back as I have seen now.”

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Insider Trading

Intro:
“We’ve got everything you could ever want in here, Cam. We’ve got toys, we’ve got lube, and we’ve got the crème de la crème right here,” Langdon enticed as he grabbed his crotch and Gavin’s at the same time. Cam sat on the bed, and then he lay back onto the bed. His head was spinning from the champagne and he was afraid he was going to pass out if he didn’t lie down. “Somebody’s in a hurry,” Gavin teased. “It was either lie down or fall down,” Cam said laughingly. “Sure it was, uh huh.” “Here, you don’t have to do a thing. We’ll undress you.”

Excerpt:
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.” “Hey, buddy, we didn’t mean to embarrass you. We’re just being honest. How ‘bout it, buddy, before you head off to your new life?” Gavin added, “We’ll be good, we promise”, and then laughed at his own words. “Look guys, I’m certainly flattered and can’t deny that I’m attracted to you, but don’t you think it’s crossing the line?” “Not at all, Cam, you’re one of us, as of tomorrow,” Langdon reminded him.

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Quinn’s Pursuit

Intro:
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.

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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.

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Quinn’s Conquest

Intro:
Following Bobby’s first night with Quinn, Quinn delivered on his promises. He moved Bobby into a beautiful home just outside of Los Angeles proper. It was not a mansion, but it was large and included every amenity that Bobby could have imagined. “This is your starter home, Bobby. Very soon you will know the lavish lifestyle which you witnessed on the theater screen in the penthouse.” Bobby looked around. It was certainly larger and more beautiful than any home he had seen. “What do you think, Bobby?” “It’s nice.” Just then a young man about Bobby’s age walked into the room. “Dade, this is Bobby. He will be sharing the house with you. Tonight is his first night here, Dade.” Dade nodded at Quinn, and shook hands with Bobby. “Hi, Bobby. I’ll show you around.” “I will return tonight, Bobby,” Quinn said. “Dade will ready you for tonight’s festivities.” “Okay,” said a naïve Bobby.

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Dade watched Bobby as he too undressed and joined him in the tub. Sitting across from Bobby, Dade watched the young man. “Your body is not the body of a man yet, Bobby. Quinn must be pleased. How many years has your body seen, Bobby?” “I turned eighteen last week,” Bobby said with pride. “I was your age when I met Quinn. Now I am twenty-two.” Bobby thought this odd, remembering what Quinn had said about moving into a mansion very soon. “I thought that we went to a mansion soon after coming to a house.” “I will go soon, Bobby. Quinn has promised.” Bobby didn’t care about that right now. He loved the warm water too much. “Has the water relaxed you, Bobby?” “It’s wonderful,” he said, keeping his eyes closed.

Dade gathered Quinn’s special soothing body wash to ready Bobby for the night, and moved toward Bobby. He placed his hands on Bobby’s chest which made him jump. “Oh, I can do that, Dade,” he said. “I must do this. Your must be relaxed for tonight.” Bobby reluctantly allowed Dade to wash him.

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The Ritual

Intro:
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.”

Excerpt:
Loy felt the car begin to slide. “What’s happening?” “Oh, the road turns into mud pretty quickly out here when it rains.” He seems nice, thought Loy, but not much of a talker. “Turn here,” KC instructed, and Loy turned onto the road that led to KC’s house. Loy struggled with his old, usually reliable car, but it seemed as if the car didn’t want to turn toward the house. Loy cranked the wheel hard and the car finally gave in. “Some are harder to break than others, but they all have their breaking point,” KC said, looking straight ahead. The lane was long and winding, but at least it was not made of mud.

In the darkness of the room, KC looked at Loy. “Lift your arms,” he commanded. 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.