A collection of romantic erotica focused on male couples in committed relationships. Edited by Neil Plakcy, Take This Man takes a close look at how much sexier an encounter can be when the two men involved have been together for long enough to matter.
Take This Man
Cleis Press (May 14, 2015)
Excerpt 2 from Take This Man
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From “Table for
Three” by Jameson Dash
“It’s such a nice
place,” Mike said. He leaned across the bar and spoke in a low voice. “The
smell is driving me crazy. I’m starving. How do you stand it?”
The chef did a
tasting of the specials for the servers, and he had done a few of the classics
for Mike to taste along with them, to get an idea of the whole menu. He said he
had never eaten Ethiopian food, but he ate with enthusiasm and had spent much
of the night suggesting dishes to customers before they even had a chance to
decide.
“You eat before you
show up for work,” Toby said, deadpan. Mike laughed, so he knew how to take a
joke. He was going to get along well at Injera.
“The only thing I
have in my fridge right now is beer,” Mike said. He turned away from Toby to
glance around the room.
Mike was attentive
and pleasant to be around. Toby couldn’t bring himself to complain about the
constant questions. He was new. He had a lot to learn.
“What about you?”
Mike asked, coming around the bar to grab the cloth and wipe it down for
something to do. “Is your wife a good cook?”
It had been a long
time since Toby had to come out to someone. He encountered people every day who
didn’t know, but they didn’t always need to know. Mike would find out, and if
he was still here when Azzo arrived to take Toby home, he would find out
tonight.
“Husband,” Toby
said, an easy correction.
Mike’s mouth fell
open, almost comical, but his eyes were also wide, and Toby felt that old,
familiar panic reaching up into his throat.
“That’s awesome,”
Mike said. Toby didn’t think Mike could be any younger than he already looked.
“I have so many questions, man. Where did you meet? How long have you guys been
together? Is he hot?”
Toby laughed, but
there wasn’t time for any of that, of course. As Mike was inching himself
closer, Toby spotted a customer glancing around the room.
“Table five,” he said. Mike jumped, and he was gone,
completely professional once more. He would do well here, Toby decided. He
would be a good kid to keep around.
From “The Road Trip”
by Kitten Boheme
“Oh my god!” Finn
yelled, his face pressed against the passenger window, his breath fogging the
glass.
I slammed on the brakes,
the car behind us had to swerve around us, the driver laying on its horn, and
gesturing rudely as he drove by.
“What?! What’s wrong?” I
panicked.
“We should eat there!”
He pointed excitedly to a roadside café.
“Seriously? That’s what
you nearly got us killed for?” My heart had leapt up into my throat; I tried to
swallow it back down.
Finn just looked back at
me, unaware or uncaring of what just happened. He shrugged, “I’m hungry.”
“You are always hungry.”
I rubbed his slightly less than a six-pack gut. He returned my mock affection
with a punch to the arm, I laughed. “Fine, let’s stop.” I relented, flipping on
my turn signal and pulling in to the café.
I parked our Chevy
station wagon, bought especially for this trip. “See the USA
As I unbuckled my
seatbelt I leaned over, “You owe me. Big.” I puckered my lips and waited.
Finn closed the gap
between us and pressed his mouth to mine.
I melted into his kiss,
the moistness of his lips, the heat of his breath, and the familiar feel of his
tongue sliding against mine. Five years and he still can make me weak at the
knees with just a kiss. We clung eagerly to each other, a hand slid up the nape
of my neck, his fingers curling in my hair. I shuddered. I put my hand against
his cheek, the fleshy pad of my thumb caressing his cheek bone. When the kiss
broke Finn left a trail of soft kisses from the corner of my mouth to my ear.
He breathed deep and heavy in my ear, a chill ran down my body, I could feel
something beginning to stir in my pants. He whispered, “I want a bacon
cheeseburger.”
I pushed him away from
me, stifling a laugh. “Get away from me.”
“Come on, let’s go eat”
Finn reached over and pulled the keys from the ignition. “I’m buying.”
“Damn right you are.” I
reached for the door handle.
“Wait!” Finn held up a
hand, motioning for me to stop. He jumped out of the car and hustled over to
the driver’s side and opened the door for me. It was a silly thing he did, ever
since our first date. He thought it was romantic and I humored him, although
the tradition has grown on me.
“Thank you, babe.” I
took his outstretched hand and lifted myself out of the seat with a groan. It
felt good to finally stretch my legs. Finn linked his arm through mine and
started pulling me towards the entrance and grudgingly I followed.
From “A Riviera
Aidan reached down to touch his
half-hard dick, running his index finger up its length, remembering how Liam
had looked that morning, like a Greek god come to life. He closed his eyes and
imagined Liam there beside him, how he’d turn to his partner and take one
nipple ring between his teeth, and twist.
Liam would shiver and reach for
Aidan’s dick. Aidan stroked himself as he imagined that touch. He lay there in
the shaft of sunlight gently fingering himself until his dick began to ooze
precome.
“Getting started without me?”
Aidan opened his eyes to see
Liam silhouetted in the doorway. His partner had an ability, cultivated by
years as a US Navy SEAL, to move quietly when he wanted to . It was almost
creepy.
“Well, at least I waited for you
to get here.” He patted the bed beside him. Their little mixed-breed dog,
Hayam, looked up from her place on the floor, then rested her head back down.
“I should take a shower.”
“No , you shouldn’t,” Aidan
said. “I love the way you smell when you’ve been out at the beach.”
“Well, if you insist.” Liam
pulled off his T-shirt, revealing his narrow waist, awesome six pack, and beefy
pecs. The gold nipple rings glinted dully in the light.
Aidan never tired of watching
his partner strip. In the five years they had been together, Liam had put on a
bit of weight around his hips, and his biceps were not as iron-hard as they’d
once been. But even if that amazing body were to fall apart, Aidan knew he
would still love the man inside.
Liam kicked off his leather
sandals and stepped out of his baggy gray shorts. He usually wore a jockstrap,
because he liked the way the cotton fabric cupped and protected his dick and
balls, but that morning he’d skipped the jock in favor of the tiny bathing
suit. As he skinned the white nylon down over his crotch, his half-hard dick
popped out. He pushed the fabric down over his massive thighs and then let the
suit fall to the floor.
Grinning, he struck a bodybuilder
pose beside the bed – because he knew how much it teased and excited Aidan. As
he did, he bounced his dick up and down a couple of times to stiffen it.
“Come here, you,” Aidan said,
clambering over the bed until his mouth was level with Liam’s dick. Liam
planted his legs firmly on the floor and Aidan reached out to cup Liam’s balls.
Then he moved in closer and took the mushroom head of Liam’s beefy dick in his
mouth.
Liam was a shower, not a grower;
his dick was pretty much the same girth and length hard or soft. And either
way, Aidan loved to take it in his mouth. Nestling his nose against Liam’s
pubic hair, he smelled the combination of sun, sand, salt water and tanning
oil, along with their lavender soap and Liam’s own unique musk.
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