Trip Money

By Habu

Warnings: Contains M/M graphic age difference seduction, wall-to-wall graphic gay sex, graphic language, an unfaithful girlfriend and best friend, and a young man discovering it all and finding himself, wrapped up with a happy ending.

It was not a good day for Ben. He’d stumbled upon the sight of his best friend, Digger, in the sack in their shared university dorm room with his girlfriend, Stacey, who had put off his own advances because she was “saving herself for marriage.” Then suite mate J. D. both lets Ben know that Digger and Stacey had been going at it all semester and then comes on to Ben himself. Confusion sets in when Ben realizes that he was more attracted to Digger than to Stacey when he’d seen them in the act. Ben doesn’t know for sure who he wants, but he is soon put on the spot when Digger calls for a beach trip to his parents’ Nags Head vacation house for the whole gang. Ben doesn’t want Digger and Stacey going to the beach without him, but he doesn’t have the money for the trip.

Enter older gym buddy Clint with an interesting business proposition to help Ben earn his traveling money, a proposition that only adds to the pressures and confusions Ben has fallen prey to.

A shorter version of this book was previously published, with the same title, by eXcessica Publishing LLC.

• Language: English
• Publisher: BarbarianSpy
• Release date: Jun 7, 2012
• ISBN: 9781921879982

Habu

Habu is one of the pen names of a former supersonic spy jet pilot, intelligence agent, male model, movie actor, and diplomat. A wild youth in South East Asia was spent enjoying whatever sexual opportunities came his way, and much of his gay male writing is about recalling incidents from those days and inventing ones he’d perhaps have liked to experience. He now leads a very quiet and ordinary life.Check out our blog and get free stories. Feedback and reviews are always appreciated.

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Trip Money

by habu

WARNING: This book is for sale to ADULT AUDIENCES ONLY. Contains M/M graphic age difference seduction, wall-to-wall graphic gay sex, graphic language, an unfaithful girlfriend and best friend, and a young man discovering it all and finding himself, wrapped up with a happy ending.

All sexually active characters in this work are at least 18 years of age.

This book is copyright © habu 2012

Published by BarbarianSpy in 2012

Published by BarbarianSpy at Smashwords

Cover design © S Bush 2012

Cover images: © Dreamstime

ISBN E-book: 978-1-921879-98-2

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Trip Money by habu

Table of Contents

Chapter One: A Shocking Discovery

Chapter Two: Negotiating the Preliminaries

Chapter Three: The Shower at the Gym

Chapter Four: The Frustrating Tease

Chapter Five: Main Event with Clint

Chapter Six: On the Road to Nags Head

Chapter Seven: Nags Head and J.D.

Chapter Eight: Double Lies

About the Author

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Chapter One: A Shocking Discovery

I thought you was in class. You shouldn’t be back this soon, Ben.

J. D. said that in such a peculiar way that I stopped just inside the door into the dorm suite and gave him a sharp look. As usual, he was barely dressed, showing off the result of all his football team conditioning in his dark chocolate, rippling muscles. He was sitting on the sofa in our common living room, looking through his bodybuilding magazines even though he should have been studying harder to try to stay on the team. He was perpetually on the edge of being cut from the squad for academics. I continued to suspect that alumni money under the table was all that was keeping him this side of the edge. But I didn’t resent that. He was a great guy, and it was unlikely that anything but pro ball was in his future—that, ultimately, some pro team would take him whether or not he graduated from college.

Professor didn’t show, I said. We gave him a full twenty minutes. Then I continued on across the living room, headed for the room I shared with Digger, the guy I’d graduated with from high school and roomed together with here for my second year now—my best friend in all the world.

Umm. I don’ think you wanna go in there, J. D. now said. And his voice was squeaky, with a slight edge of panic.

It was too late, though. I was already standing at the doorway into my room and had pushed the door in enough so that I didn’t have to wonder anymore why J. D. was talking so strangely.

The room was dim, the curtains drawn shut, even though it was mid afternoon. Our dorm room windows were on the shady side of the building, so it was really quite dark in there. If it hadn’t been for the movement, it might have taken me several seconds to catch on.

They were on Digger’s bed. I saw the girl’s knees and calves first, milky white in the light from the door I’d opened, although immediately after that I focused on Digger’s plump, naked butt cheeks. His butt mounds were shimmering, as his pelvis undulated between the girl’s bent knees. He was fucking her hard, her on her back and Digger plowing her missionary style. And her moans and little cries told me that he was fucking her good.

I stood there in the doorway, only half of me in the opening between the mostly closed door and the door frame. I would have turned and come away immediately—Digger fucked the girls a lot; he was the kind who could get into a girl’s panties with only a smile and a raised eyebrow, and he had used our room for it before—but I didn’t just see his butt and the girl’s knees and calves. I also saw her clothes hanging on the desk chair next to the bed.

I’d given Stacey that blouse myself. I’d been going steady—or so I thought—with Stacey all semester. I’d tried to get her to fuck all that time, and she’d stuck to pulling that pursed-lips saving myself for marriage line on me.

I knew I was trembling, but I only half realized I was whimpering softly to myself, wanting to turn and run and pretend nothing was happening but unable to take my eyes off my best friend fucking my steady girl—in my dorm room. The spell was broken when I felt the tug at my arm.

Shhh. You don’ wanna get into it here, J. D. was whispering to me. Come away. You don’ wanna do or say nothin’ without thinkin’ on it.

I let J. D. lead me back to his room, which was four doors down the hall from my room, well away from the scene I just couldn’t get out of my mind: my best friend with my girl—both screwing me as much as they were screwing each other. And the shock that I was more upset—no, not just upset; worse, aroused—at seeing Digger doing it than Stacey. I had fantasized fucking Stacey and drawn in my mind how she would go wild under me. But, looking at them, even after realizing it was Stacey under Digger, I was surprised that it was Digger I was thinking about, not Stacey. It suddenly had hit me that maybe I was sinking into even more quicksand here than just the double betrayal. I had felt something move inside me when I’d seen those plump butt cheeks of Digger’s in motion.

And it didn’t help a