Men In The Hot Room: The Complete Series

By Cameron D. James

A wall of heat rolls through the hot room and sweat beads on Simon’s hard nipples. He contorts his body in all the right ways, intent on seducing his instructor, Brad. And Brad, a man twice Simon’s age, is unable to resist, no matter what the consequences might be. This simple act of seduction soon leads to weeks of scorching hot sex as Men In The Hot Room raises the mercury.

Originally released as separate stories, the bestselling Men In The Hot Room series is now available in one delicious book. Follow the steamy encounters of Simon and Brad that begin in Go Deep, continue with a hot threesome in Go Deeper, and reach a light BDSM climax in Going All The Way.

This collection will have you gasping for breath and reaching for a cold glass of water...or some tissues.

BONUS FEATURE:

Bump and Grind, the start of the Go-Go Boys of Club 21, featuring the exploits of horny young men in New York City’s coolest gay club.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Indie Erotica Collective
• Release date: Apr 30, 2015
• ISBN: 9781311634115

Cameron D. James

Cameron D. James is a lover of books, coffee, chocolate, and cute Starbucks baristas.Visit Cameron's website (www.camerondjames.com) to find out more about him.

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Men In The Hot Room

Cameron D. James

Copyright 2015 by Cameron D. James

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All characters are age 18 and over.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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Contents

Go Deep

Go Deeper

Going All The Way

BONUS: Bump and Grind: Part One of Go-Go Boys of Club 21

About Cameron D. James

Also by Cameron D. James

Go Deep

Men In The Hot Room #1

Hot yoga instructor Brad finds a tantalizing surprise when he closes up his studio for the day. Simon, a young yogi twink, is waiting for him in the hot room, preparing for tomorrow’s tournament. He asks for help, but soon Brad realizes this young man has a different sort of yoga in mind.

By the time they reach Poorna-Salabhasana, the hot room’s not hot enough. Brad teaches Simon how to relax, take it slow, and go deep, and Simon discovers the secret to mastering yoga.

Rain battered the pavement on the other side of the glass door. When Brad flipped the lock, the tumblers clicked, echoing in the empty yoga studio. Well, almost empty.

A bar of light shone from beneath the door to the hot room. Brad flicked the light switch in the lobby and walked through the darkness toward it. His heart beat quickly as he turned out the other lights on the way. Don’t be stupid. You’re just helping him for the competition.

Intense heat flooded the hall when he opened the hot room door. He didn’t have to look long before he found what he’d been expecting—and dreading. Simon, on his knees in front of the mirror, entered camel pose by jutting his hips forward, resting his hands on his ankles, then dropping his head back so far his hair brushed his mat.

The young man was at least twenty-five years Brad’s junior—somewhere around twenty-one. His body was lithe and toned, well-defined and slick with sweat, and his red spandex shorts bulged with a tantalizing package.

As Simon readjusted his hands and rose back to an upright position on his knees, Brad’s gaze lingered on the young man’s crotch, until he forced his eyes to move up. Simon smiled when he saw Brad approach.

Don’t you think you’re overdoing it? Brad folded his arms in front of his chest.

Simon stood. Thick beads of sweat rolled down his arms and dripped from the tips of his fingers. The competition’s tomorrow.

Yes, but you don’t want to overtrain. You’ll be no good tomorrow if you kill yourself tonight.

Simon bent at the waist to pick up his water bottle, sticking his red-clad ass out for a second more than necessary before standing upright again. I know, I know. It’s just, well...my dad’s going to be there.

So?

Simon drank from his bottle, his Adam’s apple bobbing with every gulp. The young man caught Brad staring, gave him a sly grin, then lifted his bottle high and squirted some water on his head. It ran through his short dark hair, dripping down his body and making his nipples hard. My dad wishes I’d do something like basketball or football, you know...

Brad cleared his throat, trying to shake off the grip of lust. Something more masculine?

Yeah.

Hmm...too bad. Yoga doesn’t get the credit it deserves. Brad glanced at the small clock on the teacher’s platform. It was past time he should be heading home. He eyed Simon up. Tell you what, let’s go through your postures once more then we’ll call it quits. You need a good night’s rest more than anything.

Simon ran a hand down his chest and abs, sweeping sweat aside. Deal. He put his water bottle back on the floor, then stood up straight on the middle of his mat, taking several deep breaths to center himself.

Brad leaned back to observe Simon’s posture. "First asana—Dandayamana-Janushirasana—Standing Forehead to Knee."

The younger man locked his left knee immediately, creating a solid foundation. He picked up his right foot and, with a steadying breath, kicked it out.

That’s it—great form. Brad pulled out his teacher voice while secretly enjoying the eye candy. Lean back just a bit. Now, exhale and lean forward. Fold yourself forward, bring your forehead to your knee.

Simon did it perfectly, bending slowly and gracefully at his waist, then pressing his forehead against his kneecap.

"Good. Push a little more. Go as deep as you can...that’s it. Perfect."

Simon held his posture for several long breaths. Brad waited until he observed some minor quivers in the twink’s leg muscles. Good...ease out of posture, Simon, take it slow.

Simon unfolded then switched sides, extending his left leg outward. Brad admired the sweeping lines and planes of his body, his eyes drawn to Simon’s bubble ass cheeks bulging in his tight spandex shorts. Brad’s cock thickened as he thought about the tight hole buried there.

He cleared his throat—he’d missed his coaching lines. Simon returned to standing position slowly. Keep it together, Brad.

Very good. Brad’s voice was tight. "Second asana—Poorna-Salabhasana—Full Locust."

Simon lowered his body and laid flat on his stomach, arms stretched out at his sides. He took a deep breath in, exhaled loudly through his nose, then spread his arms upward and lifted his legs until only his pelvis remained on the floor.

Excellent. Brad swallowed what little saliva he had in his mouth. Keep your legs straight. Don’t arch your back too much. Steady...steady...hold...

Brad’s gaze slid down the curve of Simon’s glistening back, like one of the many beads of sweat that jeweled the twink’s skin, toward where it pooled above his waistband—where the shadow of his crack beckoned. Brad’s cock stirred again and he bit his bottom lip, burning with desire, thinking about how he wanted to lap up the liquid, to follow the trails of sweat home. Even when Simon returned to an upright position, Brad still drank in the sight of his shimmering flesh. Then he met Simon’s eyes in the mirror—eyes that stared back sharply.

Brad steeled himself, straightening his spine and striding forward like he did when teaching a class. His half-formed hard-on rubbed against his leg awkwardly. "Third asana—Trikanasana—Triangle, the Master Posture."

Simon stared at himself in the mirror, avoiding eye contact with Brad. He lifted his foot and spread his legs wide apart, confidently entering one of the classic yoga postures, his right knee bending until his thigh was parallel to the floor.

Brad paced in a small arc, stopping near the back of Simon’s mat. Arms apart, level with the floor. Now—both arms together at the same time—swing down, reach and grab your big toe. Grab the ceiling with your other hand—look up at the ceiling.

Simon stretched impressively, his back muscles knotted tight, chiseled lats twitching as he tried to twist his upper body more. "Push your left hip forward, like spine twisting pose—left foot flat on the floor. Push, hold...push. Good. Good." Simon exhaled through his nose again, then left posture, switching legs and entering on his other side. Brad recited his dialogue, but this time he scrutinized Simon’s form by staring at the young man’s ass instead.

I wonder...

Simon’s upper hand was slightly out of position. Brad stepped close and nudged it gently. When their hands touched, Brad wanted to do more...to hold Simon tight, to run a hand down his body and grab his ass. Brad peeked in the mirror, but the twink still stared at the ceiling.

He let go of Simon’s hand, but kept watching his face. Nothing. Fuck. I should have known. He squeezed his eyes shut and took a breath.

Simon returned to standing position. Brad strode around to the other side of his mat, making his voice sound as serious as he could. "Let’s move onto your fourth asana—Dandayamana-Dhanurasana—Standing Bow."

Simon locked his left knee and picked up his right foot. Brad narrated Simon through the posture, but his words faltered when Simon raised his left hand toward the ceiling. A telling bulge protruded from the boy’s crotch. Excitement erupted and blood rushed into Brad’s cock like water from a broken dam. He tried to calm his mind, but his dick became steel to the rhythm of a few heartbeats.

Simon’s right leg extended high behind him as he stretched his upper body ahead, reaching forward with his left hand and staring at himself in the mirror. The front of his shorts tented with young cock; his foundation leg quivered, making his torso shake.

Brad approached, his footsteps shaky. Easy. Relax. He put a hand on Simon’s raised right leg and the other against his slick chest to steady him, his cock so stiff it tingled. Simon’s knee wobbled and his hip shifted, pressing against Brad’s crotch. Brad barely restrained himself from grinding into the boy. But when one of Simon’s hard nipples brushed against his fingers, he couldn’t help himself. Brad reached out, caught it between two knuckles and pinched. Simon gasped, his leg quivering more.

Brad let go of the nipple. Push. Go deeper. I’ll keep you steady.

He stabilized Simon and guided him into a full, near perfect posture. Simon held the position for several heartbeats, then eased out and looked at Brad in the mirror. Thanks. He nodded curtly, as if he didn’t have a raging hard-on—though he had the hint of a smile.

No problem. Brad leered at Simon, staring at the outlines of the twink’s fully-formed erection. Like I said, you just have to relax. You’re in good hands.

Simon