His Surfer Double Team
Moody rock star Taylor has looks, fame and money, yet none of these can heal his broken heart. Kicking back on a Spanish beach while touring Europe, he meets two horny young surfer dudes who are determined to give him a wild ride he'll never forget.
Advisory: This short story (3200 words) contains graphic menage oral and anal sex between three hot guys. Not suitable for under-18s More
Moody rock star Taylor has looks, fame and money, yet none of these can heal the heart that broke when guitarist Phoenix left him. Kicking back on a Spanish beach while touring Europe, he meets two horny young surfer dudes who are determined to give him a wild ride he'll never forget... but can Toby and Zach help Taylor find love again?
Advisory: This scorching short story (3200 words) contains graphic descriptions of menage oral and anal sex between three hot guys. Not suitable for under-18s.
Toby's question hit him from left-field.
"So, are the rumors true, then? That you and Phoenix Murphy are...?
The question hung in the air.
Taylor normally ignored these questions or responded with a thousand-yard stare, but he liked these kids and he felt like opening up.
"It's complicated," he said, carefully.
He noticed Toby was sitting closer to him now, his skin glowing golden in the firelight as the light faded. The warm evening air carried the intoxicating scent of jasmine, mingled with the delicious food smells from the fire.
"Phoenix is a lucky guy," drawled Toby, meeting Taylor's gaze with a frank stare that somehow communicated all the unspeakably wicked things he would like to do to the singer.
Surprised, Taylor raised his eyebrow at Zach's back, questioning.
Toby shook his head meaning it's OK, and laid a hand on Taylor's muscular, tattooed thigh.
The intimacy of his touch suddenly took Taylor's breath away. He was normally the one in control, and the fact that this cute boy with his hard muscles and cool tatts and full lips was coming on to him suddenly made him incredibly horny.
He felt Toby's hand move up under the leg of his boardshorts, and he leaned across, grabbing handfuls of his wild blond hair, pulling him in for a deep, sweet kiss that tasted of beer and ice cream. His hand brushed Toby's crotch and he could feel the younger guy was rock-hard. Hard for him.
Zach turned around at the noise of the chair scraping on tarmac and just smiled a resigned smile, saying you go for it.
Taylor pulled back, shook his head.
"I don't want to get in the way of you guys." It was a novelty for him to care about the feelings of others, but he felt suddenly shy, not wanting to jeopardize what these two had.
"You're not," said Zach, getting to his feet with a mischievous glint in his eye. "Who said I was gonna let Toby have all the fun?"