Finding Jason: Duggan's Men Book 2 (Gay Erotica Romance)

By Shabbu

Duggan is alone again and still living in Thailand in Amnad’s canal-side Thai-style compound with the pack of small, yappy Chinese crested dogs. The dogs drive Duggan to distraction, and when he unexpectedly comes into full possession of them, he seeks to find them new homes after having fulfilled Amnad’s dream of taking one or more of them to the winners’ circle at an international dog show.

Young Australian plastics manufacturer and dog show judge, Jason Fielding, appears in Bangkok to both make a business deal with Duggan’s company and to judge an international dog show. Although both men are coming off painfully broken relationships, when they meet they have an immediate attraction to each other. The chance they will ever find each other sexually, though, is seriously challenged by misunderstandings and the sexual maze of attempted bribery by a gaggle of grasping Thai pedigree dog owners hoping to influence Jason’s dog judging decisions.

• Language: English
• Publisher: BarbarianSpy
• Release date: Oct 20, 2012
• ISBN: 9781922187079

Shabbu

Shabbu is the combined pen name for two established authors, one on the East Coast of the United States and one previously on the East Coast of Australia, but now inSpaijn, who spin erotica together in cyber space.habu, a bisexual former supersonic spy jet pilot, intelligence agent, and diplomat, is a published mainstream novelist and short story writer under another name and in another dimension of his life.Sabb, once an accountant and sometime property developer, is a wild barbarian at heart and knows that love is out there of you’re lucky enough to find it.Visit our blog and get a free story. We always appreciate ratings and reviews of our books.

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WARNING: This book is for sale to ADULT AUDIENCES ONLY. Contains graphic gay male sex, reluctance, 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 © Shabbu

Published by BarbarianSpy in 2012

Published by BarbarianSpy at Smashwords

Cover design © S Bush 2012

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ISBN E-book: 978-1-922187-07-9

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Duggan’s Men Book 2

Finding Jason

Shabbu

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CONTENTS

BOOK ONE: SYDNEY AND BANGKOK

Chapter One: Jason

Chapter Two: Jason

Chapter Three: Jason

Chapter Four: Jason

Chapter Five: Duggan

Chapter Six: Jason

Chapter Seven: Jason

Chapter Eight: Jason

Chapter Nine: Jason

Chapter Ten: Duggan

Chapter Eleven: Jason

BOOK TWO: SYDNEY

Chapter Twelve: Jason

Chapter Thirteen: Duggan

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BOOK ONE: SYDNEY AND BANGKOK

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Chapter One: Jason

I looked up at the full balls and long, hard cock bouncing back and forth no more than eight inches above my face. My eyes wandered down from that cock to watching the longer, much thicker, condomed cock sliding in and out of the ball owner’s hole. The hole had a rim of dark hair that I liked the look of, and for a few minutes I was happy to do no more than stroke my own reengorging cock and watch what was going on above me.

After nine months of celibacy in which I had only shared sex with the men in the videos streaming across the screen of my laptop, the drought was broken. I had already had the two men above me exploring my channel. They were both porn stars. I had seen them repeatedly on screen and liked them, and they were also escorts available in Sydney. I had reached the point where I was ready for more than my laptop.

The films I had seen the two in had been the rougher kind, and I had arrived expecting them to be like they seemed on screen, expecting them to be forceful and rough with me, taking me wherever they felt like taking me and in whatever way. I was ready and keyed up and in heat, wanting that. Instead, they had fucked me well but a bit too gently.

For a while I was too mellow to do more than watch Pete and Lance fucking above me. Then my right hand seemed to rise up on its own and my fingers wrapped around the hard cock flapping above me, Pete’s cock, and I fisted it. Then my hand moved to cup and squeeze his full balls and roll them lightly. My left hand shortly rose up too and wrapped itself around the condomed cock moving in and out of Pete’s hair-rimmed hole. Now it fucked through my fist, fucking only shallowly in and out of Pete. It seemed to be fucking itself in my fist—a nice feeling that had me going rock hard again.

But now that Pete was only getting a bit of length in him he pushed his butt back, saying, I want it, let me have it. All of it.

He moaned and moved a hand to his own hard dick, and his hand and mine stroked it as I released Lance’s cock so it could sink back deep into Pete while I ran my fingers over Pete’s balls and then back to his entrance. Shortly, Pete’s cum spouted out over me and landed behind my head.

I want it now, I gasped, gripping that huge cock of Lance’s tighter and stopping it from moving into Pete’s hole any more. It was mine. I was hard and ready and desperately needing something inside me. Something filling me deep and moving. My legs spread wide, and I wrapped them about Lance’s hips, my heels locking behind his thighs. Lance, I really want you again, I gasped.

Lance’s sheathed cock withdrew from Pete’s hole, and he sat back as Pete turned above me. Lance pushed my legs out wider and higher. Pete leaned in and took my cock in his mouth as Lance fingered and lubed my entrance, though I doubted it needed it, and rolled on a fresh condom.

Oh god, I cried, it was now my hole Lance’s big, thick cock was entering. I grasped Pete’s hips, and my fingers dug in hard as I cried out in response to the initial pain.

I gasped and whimpered as Lance entered me and entered me, seeming to slide in forever. Then I cried out and arched my back as he began to move. There was pain, but Lance had been in there before. I was ready and knew I could take him.

I had come to them wanting to be released from my wariness of being with a man again, wanting to be totally overcome and possessed and used. Pete, who was sucking me now, had entered me first after they had both used their fingers to open and lube my channel. As I watched them, I wondered why the hell I had not done this months before. It was so good. Then it had been the turn of Lance’s monster cock, and I had taken it, that first time, slowly and with pain, but I had wanted it so much. This was part of what I had come for too. That huge cock.

I writhed and moaned, then Pete turned again and I pulled his face to mine for a kiss. Then he ran his hands over my body as I watched Lance fuck me to my second ejaculation of the afternoon.

There was a brief time of mellowness after that, but only brief. Pete showed me the shower, and I washed and dressed and came out to find Lance gone and Pete in jeans and a T-shirt. He took my credit card away for a few minutes and then brought it back. He said good-bye to me at the door. They had been worth it, I thought in a daze, as I left. But when I got to my car, I sat there for a while, and I knew they had not taken me with the power and forcefulness I had wanted. Needed. And as I drove off, a few tears escaped. It had been good, what I’d needed, I assured myself. My complication-free compensation fuck gift to myself for everything I had gone through recently. But now it was over and I was past the first mellowness I knew I had wanted more. And I missed being part of a couple. But at least it was a start. And in a week I’d be in Thailand. Not the place to find anything permanent, but a good place to get back into the swing of sex. I could give as well as take.

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When I arrived home I was feeling lonely and mildly depressed especially as I arrived at a lifeless house that was too big for me. I needed more. More sex and more company and more affection. I’d have liked to lie there cupping or being cupped up against one of the men for a while, then to have done it again slowly, or gone to the shower together and done it there as we washed each other. The things I had enjoyed, when I had been in what had, at least at the start, been the good, healthy sex-filled relationship with Shawn.

When Shawn hadn’t been around there had always been our dogs for company. They had been such a huge part of our life together and my life before Shawn. Now I had no Shawn and no dogs. I was living in a rented house that was too big because I had been sure