Friday Nights with Lenny (A Gay Erotica Romance)

By Habu

Young Ben is taken off the streets, where he’s been hustling johns, in the bleak of winter the week before Christmas by lumbering Art, the bouncer and manager of a jazz club. While finding what hulking but hopeful Art can give him more than satisfying, Ben swiftly finds himself coming under the sway of toughened and jaded saxophonist, Lenny, who is steeped in going to the edge with drugs and barebacking and the desire to practice the extreme fetish of sounding on young men.

Can Ben choose between these two very different men at Christmas and, more precisely, can he survive to make the choice?

This Christmas offering is for you if you like your gay male Christmas Romance stories strong, not saccharine, and if you’d like to see how a romance can be raw and infused with the extreme gay male fetish of sounding.

• Language: English
• Publisher: BarbarianSpy
• Release date: Dec 19, 2013
• ISBN: 9781922187789

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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WARNING: This book is for sale to ADULT AUDIENCES ONLY. Contains graphic gay male sex, reluctance, multiple partners, anal sex, nongraphic violence, and gay love all of which may be considered offensive by some readers.

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

This book is copyright © 2013

habu asserts his right to be known as the author of this work.

Published by BarbarianSpy in 2013

Published by BarbarianSpy at Smashwords

Cover design © S Bush 2013

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ISBN: 978-1-922187-78-9

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Friday Nights with Lenny

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Contents

Friday Nights with Lenny

About the Author

BOOKS BY HABU

Friday Nights with Lenny

I stepped back from the sidewalk, hugging my arms close to my sides, and leaned back on the wall at the corner into the alley, raising one leg, knee bent, and my cowboy booted foot flat against the wall. The hole in the sole of that boot was worn clean through and the cold of the wall wasn’t as cold as that of the sidewalk pavement. Besides, it was a good pose for the purpose. While still watching up the conveniently one-way street for slowing cars, I cupped my hands over my mouth and blew. The breath came out in steam and, I’m sure, made it look like I was smoking a cigarette. I decided that was rather cool for the pose I was taking.

I needed a heavier jacket than this leather vest. It was almost Christmas and once again I had failed to migrate to Florida for the winter. I must remember to berate my social secretary for failing to schedule that. A bulky jacket wouldn’t work as well, but if I froze to death, it wouldn’t matter what I was wearing. The worst of winter was coming on. I definitely needed a warmer jacket than this.

I heard the slamming of a door back in the alley, and in a few moments I heard his lumbering steps. Just like clockwork at this time. I’d decided a long time ago that the guy must work someplace back there that stayed open late. Wherever he worked, it fronted on the street behind me and I hadn’t had the curiosity yet to check it out.

Hi, he said, as he hit the head of the alley. A big-boned guy somewhere in his thirties. Always looking hangdog when he came out of the alley. But it was after 1:00 a.m., so that was understandable. A big lug. Clumping feet, big hands, a head with hair that had a mind of its own. Cauliflower ears and a bent nose. He looked like he’d been in a