Suck It Up 2: Slurp! Gay Erotica

By Dominick Cummings

In “Suck It Up 2: Slurp!” gay erotica writers Rusty Saber and Dominick Cummings present four stories of men who aren’t afraid to explore their man on man kinky side...some of them for the first time!

“Stripper’s Pole”- A male stripper at the top of his game finds himself pursued by a rich, ruggedly handsome Texas millionaire who wants more than just lap dances and flirty behavior. Will the stripper give in to his pursuer’s advances?

“Straight Surrender”- Straight men across the world are leaving their wives and girlfriends once they discover the joys of man-on-man orgasms and one man details how he was lured into letting another man explore EVERY part of his body.

“Pole Position”- The nation’s first celebrated gay racecar driver has a reputation for getting straight men to give up their ass to another man for the first time. When a married straight sports writer is sent to interview the title-winning driver will he too find himself “giving it up” for the first time?
“Hole to the Chief” – A gay Secret Service applicant finds out that the key to getting the prized position may just be tasting the President’s “Executive Branch”!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Chances Press, LLC
• Release date: Aug 11, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301071951

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SUCK IT UP 2: SLURP!

by

Rusty Saber and Dominick Cummings

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ISBN: 9781301071951

Copyright © 2013 by Rusty Saber and Dominick Cummings

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Stripper’s Pole

Have dinner with me? Please.

I read the card that came with the roses a couple of times and sighed loudly. He wasn’t giving up so easily. By now, most admirers would get the message. I, Mikey Boomhauer, did not mix business with pleasure.

Man, you’re on in three, Andy Blowhard, another dancer, reminded me.

I’m ready, I replied.

I could hear the audience yelling in the background.

Mikey! Mikey! Mikey! Bring out Mikey!

Damn, dude. They sure do love you. You gotta tell me your secret, Andy said as he changed into a thong he’d wear to work the room and offer lap dances.

It wouldn’t be a secret if I told you, I said slyly.

I checked myself out in the mirror one more time. Being a stripper was not for the lazy. It required constant upkeep of your looks if you wanted to stay on top of the game and leave with a wad of cash at the end of the night.

I spiked out my blonde locks the club’s hairdresser had cut for me. Each night I paid seventy-five dollars out of my own pocket to be done up right by a professional. It was an investment in my view. Most of the guys did their own hair and wardrobe, but if you asked me there was a direct result to who left with the most cash at the end of the night.

Sure, I got tired sometimes. I didn’t always feel like shaking my moneymaker. But as a guy who liked sleeping in during the day and wasn’t the 9 to 5 type, I needed to make good money at nights and stripping was a great gig. Of course, with every year I knew my stripping days would be over eventually. It was just the nature of the beast. Gay men always want fresh meat. And right now, I was enjoying the cream of the crop.

The Saddle Tramp was the only gay strip club in Los Angeles…conveniently located near LAX airport for all of those businessmen looking for some secret