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Men In The Hot Room: The Complete Series

Posted on April 27, 2017February 18, 2020 by indieerotica

A wall of heat rolls through the hot room and sweat beads on Simon’s hard nipples. He contorts his body in all the right ways, intent on seducing his instructor, Brad. And Brad, a man twice Simon’s age, is unable to resist, no matter what the consequences might be. This simple act of seduction soon leads to weeks of scorching hot sex as Men In The Hot Room raises the mercury.

Originally released as separate stories, the bestselling Men In The Hot Room series is now available in one delicious book. Follow the steamy encounters of Simon and Brad that begin in Go Deep, continue with a hot threesome in Go Deeper, and reach a light BDSM climax in Going All The Way.

This collection will have you gasping for breath and reaching for a cold glass of water…or some tissues.

BONUS FEATURE:

Bump and Grind, the start of the Go-Go Boys of Club 21, featuring the exploits of horny young men in New York City’s coolest gay club.

Simon licked his lips, then eased out of position. His erect cock protruded long and slender against his red spandex, threatening to poke its head above the waistband. Brad smiled daringly.

“What’s your optional asana?”

“Dandayamana-Bibhaktapada-Paschimotthanasana. But I might need your help.” An impish grin twisted the young man’s lips.

Brad’s heart thumped hard. “A good position—posture. Very well. How do you want me to help?”

In answer, Simon spread his legs wide, held his hands out at his sides, then folded forward at the waist. He wrapped a hand under each heel and brought his forehead to the floor effortlessly. He stared at Brad from between his legs.

“I need you to check that my posture is perfect.”

Brad moved closer, loving the sight of Simon’s ass high in the air, the cheeks spread wide, the spandex taut over the crevice between them. “How do you want me to help?”

“I need you to hold my hips.”

Brad moved closer, until the twink’s ass was so close the heat of it warmed his cock. He put his hands on Simon’s hips, stroking the spandex with his fingers. “Like this?”

“I think I need more support.”

Brad shuddered, biting his lip, hesitating only a moment before pressing his crotch against the crack of Simon’s ass. He groaned as his cock tingled.

“Mmmm… That’s it. A bit harder. I don’t want to fall.”

Brad obliged. He leaned forward, running his hands over the young man’s lower back, his fingers sliding over hot, wet skin. His cock throbbed with pleasure, fully excited, eager for release. “You might want to adjust your legs a bit, get them a bit straighter. It will give me more leverage.”

Simon shifted his legs, wiggling his ass and grinding it firmly against Brad’s dick. “Like this?”

Brad’s jaw slackened. “Yes. Perfect.” He slid his hands toward Simon’s hips again, one resting on each side. “I think you have this one down. Good work. You can rise.”

Simon spread his arms out and raised his torso all the way, then brought his legs together, squeezing his cheeks tight around Brad’s dick. Brad examined their reflection in the mirror, holding Simon’s hips tight. The boy’s cock now pulled his shorts away at the waist, creating a small gap.

They stood motionless, sweat trickling down their bodies. “Are you sure you want to do this?” Brad’s words were low and quiet. He held Simon’s gaze for several more moments, waiting. The young man didn’t say anything, didn’t quiver. Brad hesitated only a moment. Fuck, if I get fired for this, it’s worth it.

Opening his mouth, he found the back of Simon’s neck with his tongue, tasting him and his sweat. Simon let out a heady sigh. Brad relished the sight of him in the mirror, the way his eyelids fluttered and his lips parted—the way the haze of sex clouded his features. Brad ran his hands across Simon’s tight stomach, wrapped his arms around his slim form, and pulled him close. He thrust his pelvis forward, grinding his firm cock against the boy’s supple ass.

Going All The Way (Men In The Hot Room #3)

Posted on April 27, 2017February 18, 2020 by indieerotica

Instructor Brad has cute young Simon all to himself, and this time he has a lot more than yoga sex in mind.

Join this hot duo for more of their secret exploits as teacher gives his eager student a few surprises. Amidst lessons about submission and daring public displays of lust in the heart of Toronto's gay district, Brad takes Simon to levels of pleasure he's never imagined.

A fling that heated up in Go Deep and Go Deeper takes on a new flare as Brad dares to dream of more than just pleasure.

Going All The Way is a 10,000-word short story.

They entered the hotel lobby and then the elevator. As soon as the doors closed, Brad threw Simon against the mirrored wall and nuzzled his neck. Simon hugged him tight, pulling him closer, his rock-hard dick jutting against Brad’s thigh.

“Is this allowed under the rules, master?” Simon gasped.

“Fuck the rules.” Brad grabbed the boy’s woody cock and squeezed, then kissed Simon on the lips, a trace of warmth from the martinis lingering on his breath.

When the elevator dinged, they pulled apart. Brad took Simon by the hand and marched him down the hall. He wanted to run, to get to their room as fast as possible, but he had to hold it together, hold his domination over the boy...the game wasn’t over yet. His heart kicked at his ribs as he calmly inserted the keycard.

The door opened. Simon went through and Brad followed. The door closed behind them.

“Lock it,” Brad commanded his boy, and as the lock slid in place a dam of excitement erupted within. He pounced.

The act drove Simon against the door. Brad humped him and he humped back, feathered light kisses on Brad’s lips and neck.

“It’s tortured me to go without you,” Brad hissed. He fingered open the buttons on the boy’s shirt and ran his hands over Simon’s smooth chest and abs. “We’ve waited long enough—you’ve been such a good little slave boy. Now I have you...all to myself. Do you want your reward?”

Simon wrapped his arms tight around Brad’s neck, trying to get closer, deeper into his mouth. He thrust his hips upward, grinding his crotch against Brad’s. The boy wanted him just as bad and Brad was ready to unclothe him, to take him right here, right now. He so wanted to abandon his plans.

No. Bed.

Brad bent and picked up Simon, scooping his hands under the boy’s thighs, then carried him across the room. The king size mattress squeaked when Brad dropped the boy on it.

Go Deeper (Men In The Hot Room #2)

Posted on April 27, 2017February 18, 2020 by indieerotica

Three weeks ago, Brad was seduced by Simon, a sexy young yogi twink. Every hot yoga class since then, he’s hoped the boy would return for another steamy encounter, but it seems their rendezvous was just a one-night stand.

When Simon does finally show up, though, it’s with a friend, a young man who’s just as hot, and they can’t keep their hands off each other. Brad is pissed and intends to humiliate the young men and put them in their place, but Simon and his friend have something else in mind.

In this sequel to Go Deep, a fling that started with an after-hours practice session now takes a new twist as shorts come off and sweat splatters the yoga mat. Brad goes deeper into his wildest fantasies, at the whim of not just one horny young man, but two - both with different ideas of how they want to make him their daddy.

Go Deeper is a 6,300-word short story.

The flow of students trickled then stopped, and still there was no sign of Simon and Randy. No longer needing to hide his prominent bulge, Brad pushed himself to his feet and locked the front door. He double-checked that the women's room was empty, then walked down the hall to the men's.

What's taking them so long? A deep-seated ached pulsed through his groin--he need to jack off and he needed to do it soon. As soon as those boys are gone...

The men's room was empty, but just as Brad left it, he heard voices on the other side of the hot room door.

"Fuck...aaaaw--that's it. Yeah...let me grind your ass. Hard." The words were muffled, but still clear.

Brad touched the doorknob. He stilled his breathing, and brought his ear close.

"Harder, Randy--oh! Harder." That's Simon.

He couldn't hold himself back. Brad turned the handle slowly, then nudged the door open a fraction, enough for him to get a glimpse. Simon leaned on his hands and knees, spine arched down so that everything from his forehead to his chest touched the yoga mat beneath him. Randy kneeled behind, hands on Simon's hips as he humped at a fast rhythm. Both still wore their skimpy shorts.

Sweat rolled down their bodies, splattering on the mat below them. Randy grunted, leaning all his weight against Simon's deep crack, supported by the strength of Simon's curved lower back.

Jacking off to a free show beat imagination any day. Brad's heart pounded. He slipped his fingers beneath his waistband and caressed the head of his cock. Within seconds, his fingers were wet with precum.

"Oh, fuck, you're gonna make me cream." Randy screwed his eyes shut and grabbed Simon's shoulders, pulling his body in even harder. A shudder ran through his frame and he groaned with the sound of orgasm. When his body stilled, he let go of Simon's shoulders and stood up. "Suck me. Lick me clean."

Go Deep (Men In The Hot Room #1)

Posted on April 27, 2017February 18, 2020 by indieerotica

Hot yoga instructor Brad finds a tantalizing surprise when he closes up his studio for the day. Simon, a young yogi twink, is waiting for him in the hot room, preparing for tomorrow's tournament. He asks for help, but soon Brad realizes this young man has a different sort of yoga in mind.

By the time they reach Poorna-Salabhasana, the hot room's not hot enough. Brad teaches Simon how to relax, take it slow, and go deep, and Simon discovers the secret to mastering yoga.

Go Deep is a 5,500-word short story.

Simon licked his lips, then eased out of position. His erect cock protruded long and slender against his red spandex, threatening to poke its head above the waistband. Brad smiled daringly.

“What’s your optional asana?”

“Dandayamana-Bibhaktapada-Paschimotthanasana. But I might need your help.” An impish grin twisted the young man’s lips.

Brad’s heart thumped hard. “A good position—posture. Very well. How do you want me to help?”

In answer, Simon spread his legs wide, held his hands out at his sides, then folded forward at the waist. He wrapped a hand under each heel and brought his forehead to the floor effortlessly. He stared at Brad from between his legs.

“I need you to check that my posture is perfect.”

Brad moved closer, loving the sight of Simon’s ass high in the air, the cheeks spread wide, the spandex taut over the crevice between them. “How do you want me to help?”

“I need you to hold my hips.”

Brad moved closer, until the twink’s ass was so close the heat of it warmed his cock. He put his hands on Simon’s hips, stroking the spandex with his fingers. “Like this?”

“I think I need more support.”

Brad shuddered, biting his lip, hesitating only a moment before pressing his crotch against the crack of Simon’s ass. He groaned as his cock tingled.

“Mmmm… That’s it. A bit harder. I don’t want to fall.”

Brad obliged. He leaned forward, running his hands over the young man’s lower back, his fingers sliding over hot, wet skin. His cock throbbed with pleasure, fully excited, eager for release. “You might want to adjust your legs a bit, get them a bit straighter. It will give me more leverage.”

Simon shifted his legs, wiggling his ass and grinding it firmly against Brad’s dick. “Like this?”

Brad’s jaw slackened. “Yes. Perfect.” He slid his hands toward Simon’s hips again, one resting on each side. “I think you have this one down. Good work. You can rise.”

Simon spread his arms out and raised his torso all the way, then brought his legs together, squeezing his cheeks tight around Brad’s dick. Brad examined their reflection in the mirror, holding Simon’s hips tight. The boy’s cock now pulled his shorts away at the waist, creating a small gap.

They stood motionless, sweat trickling down their bodies. “Are you sure you want to do this?” Brad’s words were low and quiet. He held Simon’s gaze for several more moments, waiting. The young man didn’t say anything, didn’t quiver. Brad hesitated only a moment. Fuck, if I get fired for this, it’s worth it.

Opening his mouth, he found the back of Simon’s neck with his tongue, tasting him and his sweat. Simon let out a heady sigh. Brad relished the sight of him in the mirror, the way his eyelids fluttered and his lips parted—the way the haze of sex clouded his features. Brad ran his hands across Simon’s tight stomach, wrapped his arms around his slim form, and pulled him close. He thrust his pelvis forward, grinding his firm cock against the boy’s supple ass.