Pretty Boy Anthology

By B.J. King

All 5 books of the Pretty Boy series for one low price! Five rough and reluctant tales of man on man sex that run the range from first time experiences to bondage, impromptu group get togethers, interracial throw downs, unexpected romance, and more. Includes: Pretty Boy, Goldilocks & The 3 Bears, Celebrity Escort Sex, Reluctant Confessions, and Gay Happily Ever After?

Taylor Berry wasn't a slutty twink; he was just willing to do whatever it takes to make it in life. All he ever wanted was to find a guy who cared enough about his feelings to at least pretend like he cared. Make Taylor yours, and cheer him on through his trials and tribulations.

Pretty Boy: How can Taylor save his Nana's house from foreclosure? His fiancé’s daddy; Mr. Burke could probably help. He did work at the bank, after all. And certainly being engaged to marry his daughter should count for something. How far would Taylor go to save Nana's house?

Goldilocks & The 3 Bears: Young Taylor goes straight to the bank manager, Old Ned, determined to do whatever it takes to save his grandmother's house from foreclosure. However, Old Ned plans on making Taylor the main attraction at his Pagan fornication party. Old Ned and his hairy buddies agree that Taylor, with his pretty-boy good looks, smooth skin, and curly golden hair is a perfect fit...just right for a good time!

Gay Celebrity Sex: Taylor Berry gets ready to take the stage on his first night as a stripper at the Boys R Us male review club in Denver when a well known Hollywood celebrity request the "services" of him, and his childhood friend Matt back at his hotel room. Graphic descriptions of man on man gay group sex.

Reluctant Confessions: Taylor returns to his small town for some rest and relaxation after spending the summer working hard in the big city. However, he quickly finds himself in the unholy hands of dirty old Pastor Schaaft who found out about his summer job at a gay bar and insist that he, "atones" for all of his depraved sins during a private confession in his rectory apartment. Taylor quickly finds out what it means to be a bottom boy!

Gay Happily Ever After?: This fifth and final installment in the Pretty Boy series, finds our handsome, but romantically disillusioned hero Taylor Berry, searching for a bit of romance in Maui when he comes across the very rich, and very charming Tanner Kade. But what, or who was Kade hiding in his basement dungeon? And would Taylor ever make it out alive?

Warning: Graphic descriptions of kinky man on man sex, not for the easily offended.

• Language: English
• Publisher: K.B. Stevens
• Release date: Jul 2, 2014
• ISBN: 9781310337963

B.J. King

I'm a theatre actor in the City, which luckily for me means I'm surrounded by a variety box of gay men. Take your pick we've got it all in Theatreland, from hairy bears to fairy femmes and everything inbetween. Most of my stories come directly out of the pages of my personal sexscapades. Is that a real word? LOL!

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B.J. KING

Author's note: All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.

Copyright © 2014 B.J. KING

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This book is a work of erotic fiction for mature adult audiences only. It is unsuitable for readers 17 and under, and may be offensive to readers of all ages. All characters participating in, or witnessing sexual acts are over 18. Names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishment, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

Table of Contents

Pretty Boy

Goldilocks & The 3 Bears

Gay Celebrity Sex

Reluctant Confessions

Gay Happily Ever After?

About the Author

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In my sweetest, choir boy voice, I suggest to my fiancé Gracie, "How about you loan my Nana the money to catch up the mortgage yourself?"

What, babe? she says, pretending she didn't hear me.

Gingerly, I try again, I mean, you got plenty of money in your college fund; and I'll pay you back personally when I get a job this summer.

Gracie takes a big gulp of her diet Coke and after belching loudly she says, Babe, my daddy has control over that money. I already told you that.

I guess Nana could just let the house go back to the bank, and move in with us after the wedding, I suggest slyly.

She glares at me with a look that says no way in hell.

Your granny is nice and all, but I can't be creeping around my own place like a church mouse, trying not to wake up little old ladies passed out in their own puke, she says.

Why don't you just ask your daddy for the money? I plead.

"Why don't you ask him yourself, Taylor," she shoots back.

Maybe I will!

Look Taylor, I ain't tryin' to fight with you, but my daddy ain't gonna give me that kind of dough, she says, apologetically.

I give her the saddest puppy-dog eyes I can manage. Pretty please...will you ask him for me?

Alright, she says in resignation.

Thanks Gracie, I love you babe!

*****

Gracie hangs up the phone with a familiar look on her face. I've seen it after a couple of her losing softball games when her overbearing father would march up and berate her for being, 'The worst pitcher in the whole goddamn U-S of A'. Which was a little ironic because Mr. Burke's fat ass never played any sports whatsoever in high-school, and Gracie, on the other hand, had an entire wall of trophies from volleyball, tennis and softball.

Times like those would make me so angry I wanted to grand slam Mr. Burke's nuts with one of Gracie's tennis rackets. But I'm getting a bit off my story. You'll have to forgive me cuz my mind does wander from time to time.

Dejectedly Gracie tells me, "Sorry Taylor; he said, 'no'."

Maybe I'll drive over there and ask him myself! I say, determined to extract the money from Mr. Burke. I mean the guy is friggin' loaded, it's not like he'd miss a couple thousand dollars!

And don't think I'm not grateful that he's paying for me and Gracie's entire wedding, but I'm talking about saving my Nana's house. I didn't want the money to save Nana's house. I needed the money to save Nana's house. Surely he would understand the difference. Plus, I just turned eighteen and he obviously forgot all about my birthday. The inconsiderate slob didn't send me a happy birthday text, a card stuffed with money, or even a phone call. No nothing, so he owed me a birthday present at least, right? Surely he couldn't turn down his charming future son-in-law who was in desperate need, and definitely not in my cute new birthday clothes.

Against my better judgment, I'm going to tell you what happened when I went over to Mr. Burke's house to ask him for the money in person. But before you go judging me, and getting on your high and mighty horse...thinking what a slutty queer I am, let me tell you a little more about my Nana; then maybe you'll empathize with my predicament, and think of me a bit more kindly.

I love my Nana Rose more than anything. She's the only family I've had since my parents passed on when I was nine years old, and she's raised me ever since. That being said, my Nana is a drunken mess who blows her entire social security check on booze and bingo. If it wasn't for her I wouldn't have been in this depraved situation in the first place.

*****

I parked a couple houses down from Mr. Burke's place because I didn't want his bitchy wife to know I was there; begging for a hand-out. She and I don't get along, and I don't think we ever will; not even after I marry her princess. If she had her way Gracie would still be sucking on her saggy titty right now at the tender age of 23. Thankfully Gracie was a simpleton, and easy enough for me to control with a couple of big SAT words she didn't understand or a quick lick of her love spot if her wicked mother was trying to turn her against me again.

I sneak around the side of the Burke house, and trudge out onto the muddy path through the backyard and find Mr. Burke sitting on a putrid green couch in the back of his giant garage, toying with old tractor parts. When he sees me coming towards him he pulls the stubby cigar out of his mouth with a grease stained hand, takes a long pull on his beer and stares at me, shaking his chubby bald head back and forth.

Taylor, my boy, you look somethin' special today! he says, ogling me up and down.

He flicks his smoldering cigar and the ash lands on the foul cushions.

Those jeans suit you just fine, he says, staring at my butt so hard it's making my face hot.

Thanks, Mr. Burke, I say, politely. I got them for my birthday.

That's right; I plum forgot all about it! You ain't jail bait no more, is you?

You can still give me and my Nana a present, Mr. Burke.

He nervously dodges my suggestion, How is Rose? he asks, not waiting for an answer, I saw your granny passed out on the front porch a couple nights ago; still clinging tight to the wine bottle, he chuckles to himself.

She's fine except the house is-

Mr. Burke rudely interrupts me while continuing to study my jeans and thin white linen shirt. I could have sworn he was staring at my pink nipples through the gauzy fabric.

"You're wasting you're time with my daughter, you know. She'll never appreciate you the way a more seasoned gentleman, like myself would," he says, licking his chapped lips as if getting ready for supper.

I do my best to deflect his inappropriate comment, You're so sweet Mr. Burke; your wife is a lucky lady, was the best I could manage.

Ain't nothing lucky about being married to a frigid fish that won't give up the tuna...if you know what I mean, he says, with a wink of his beady eyes.

I don't know how to respond to his TMI (Too Much Information) moment, so an uncomfortable; at least for me, moment of silence passes between us.

However, Mr. Burke looks plenty comfortable saying nothing; just staring at my mouth and fiddling with his hand down his dirty trousers like he had an itch he couldn't scratch hard enough. What was he doing?

"When you gonna start calling me daddy, young man? The wedding is only two months away."

Sure thing Mr. Burke...I mean daddy.

Now that's better; has a ring to it coming out of that sweet mouth of yours, he says, as his eyes fall to the crotch of my jeans.

Daddy, you know my Nana is still having trouble with the mortga-

Mr. Burke abruptly cuts me off. "Now you really are wasting your time, Taylor."

But you're the bank manager! I nearly shout back at him.

"I'm the assistant bank manager; prickly old Ned is the guy holding the big key."

"So you and your tiny shriveled little key are gonna let old Ned throw me and my Nana out on the street, like yesterday's trash? I grew up in that house that my Pop-pop built by hand!" I say, angrily.

My change in tone seems to have temporarily shifted his attention from my crotch to my irritated face.

"First of all buddy, ain't nothing tiny and shriveled about Big Daddy Burke! Secondly, in life we have to make sacrifices sometimes to protect the things we hold near and dear," he informs me, in a way that sounds like he's accusing me of not caring enough about Nana's house. This fat smelly troll was really starting to piss me off with his condescending tone, and arrogant attitude.

This was a mistake. I didn't want to come here and have to grovel and beg you for money! I thought you'd have the desire to help out your future son in law in his time of need. However, it appears you're quite limp and impotent in this regard; clearly not able to work up enough desire to get the job done!

Ooooweee! Tempestuous Taylor, you sure are a lively one!

Coming here was a waste of time, I say, out loud to myself.

"You would do