Thick and Hard

By Hunter Shotz

In these five tales of gay erotica, Hunter Shotz brings you some of the dirtiest, sexiest stories around, trying to please your wildest fantasies while leaving you with a smile.

Five stories of young men experiencing their wildest fantasies.

Boy Toy: College student Jeremy is out of a job, and needs to find a way to make quick cash. He balks when a stranger offers to pay him for companionship, but he quickly reconsiders once he learns that his roommate is a male whore who is willing to show him the ropes.

Submit: When Jake decides to learn jiu jitsu, he finds himself smitten with his older, wiser teacher. Dominated on the mat and seduced in the showers, Jake is putty in his master's hands.

The First Time: Adam has a crush on the football player he used to tutor. One night while out drinking, he finally gets to act on his feelings, and soon finds himself basking in his new lover's arms.

Gayhound: A bus trip turns out to be anything but boring for two young men who decide to explore each other once night falls.

Teaching Him: Drake's about to get a real education.He's never been with a man before, but soon after starting college he finds himself powerfully attracted to one of his instructors. Gary is everything Drake wants to be- strong, smart, and sure of himself. When Gary invites Drake to stay after class, his wildest dreams finally come true.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Erotique Ink
• Release date: Jul 3, 2015
• ISBN: 9781310230615

Hunter Shotz

Hunter is the alter-ego of an upstanding young man who grew up in Brazil before coming to America to find his fame and fortune. He's still looking. In the meantime, he writes about things he finds interesting- mainly sex. Frequently accused of being a male whore (he is not; whores charge money) Hunter spends most of his free time finishing his education. When he's not busy seducing classmates, professors, or strangers over the Internet, he occasionally finds time to write.

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Thick and Hard: A Gay Erotic Collection

By

Hunter Shotz

TABLE OF CONTENTS:

BOY TOY

SUBMIT

THE FIRST TIME

GAYHOUND

TEACHING HIM

Copyright 2015 Hunter Shotz

Published to Smashwords by ErotiqueInk. All rights reserved.

Author's Note: All characters appearing in this book are 18 years or

BOY TOY

I remember a time, way before a cock ever touched my lips, when I would have laughed at the thought of taking it up the ass to pay my rent. I never, ever imagined in a million years that I would do even half the stuff that I've done.

Shit happens, though.

The last few years have been a wild ride. A fun ride, at times, but I think it's over for now. Anyway, this is my story.

I got into the business one Friday night about a month before Christmas.

Until that time, I had been working at a book store at night while attending college classes during the day. I didn’t make a lot of money at the book store, but it was usually fun, easy work, and it paid for the things my scholarship didn’t.

And then one day I came in and my manager wasn’t his usual happy self.

He let the entire crew know that the store was closing down.

It broke my heart, of course, because I didn’t have much money. I had bills.

I had no money saved. I had no parents to beg for help- I'd been a ward of the state until my eighteenth birthday, after my parents decided to ditch me shortly after my birth.

I went home to my tiny apartment and cried. Hey, I was nineteen years old. I didn't know what else to do.

I pulled myself together and fired up my laptop and began searching the Internet for jobs. But it seemed like everything I looked at wasn’t tailored to the college lifestyle. There wasn't much of anything but factory or warehouse jobs that required long hours that would leave me little time to study.

It really can't be understated just how badly I wanted an education- I wanted to make something of myself, something spectacular that would show the world just how special I was. Something that would show my uncaring, asshole parents- wherever they were- that they were wrong to throw me away. Something that would prove that my idiot foster families were wrong for not giving a shit and only wanting me around for the added income.

Filled with resolve and anger, I spent the next day, in between classes, scouring the city, filling out job applications at various fast-food restaurants and clothing stores.

The next day, I went out to my car and found that it wouldn’t crank. A buddy of mine said I needed a new starter. I wanted to cry again.

A week went by. I didn’t get any calls.

I was getting desperate. I couldn’t sleep. I'd lay awake wondering how I was going to pay my share of the rent. How I was going to pay my credit card bills. I hadn’t even told my roommate that I had lost my job.

My roommate, Dave, stayed pretty busy and I barely saw him most days. It wasn’t like we were best friends. He was a few years older than me, a good looking 23-year old with an athlete’s body and a sexy girlfriend.

I was getting to the point where I thought I might have to rob a bank when one night everything changed. From then on I'd never be the same.

I was walking home from class one evening when a dark SUV pulled up beside me.

Hey, kid, you go to school around here?

I turned and looked at the man asking the question. He was in his late thirties, wearing a dark gray suit with a black tie. He was going bald, but not terribly bad.

Yeah, I said.

Cool. I went here myself.

That’s...cool, I said, wondering what the fuck he wanted. I wasn't in the mood for small talk with a stranger.

Hey, do you need a ride?

I began feeling a bit uncomfortable. I didn’t like how nervous he looked.

No, I’m good.

Come on. It’s freezing out.

He was right about that. It was just a few degrees above freezing, and my face was frozen. I had another mile to walk back to my apartment.

Maybe he’s just being nice, I thought. Sometimes people are just nice.

Come on, the heat’s blasting in here. Hop in and I’ll give you a lift.

I was young. Naïve. I figured, why not?

I opened the passenger door and climbed inside.

He put my window up and the heat rolled over me. I looked around his plush SUV and thought that this was the reason I was putting up with all of this college nonsense. So that someday I could afford things such as a big ass car like this and a huge house out in the suburbs.

Where do you live? He asked.

I pointed straight ahead and said, About a mile that way.

He began driving.

A mile? And you were walking it? How come? He sounded genuinely concerned.

I missed the bus. I got held up in class. And my car is broke and I lost my job and... I was crying in front of this grown man, sobbing like a baby.

Man, that's rough, he said. I didn’t even notice that he had pulled into a parking lot behind a shopping mall.

He put his hand on my neck as I sobbed and said, It’ll be okay.

I wiped my tears and looked around. We were surrounded by dark, empty cars. The mall seemed very far away.

Sorry, I said.

Nothing to apologize for. You’re a young kid going through a bad patch. You’ll land on your feet, though. Cute kid like you? You’ll do just fine.

I nodded.

Listen, he said. If you want to earn some money, I could pay you twenty dollars to suck me.

I just stared at him in shock.

I’m not gay, I said.

I didn’t say you were. I just offered you a way to make money.

I’m not that fucking desperate yet, I said, and reached for the door handle.

Twenty to let me suck you, then, he said, taking hold of my arm. Just lay back and close your eyes and let me suck it.

I jerked my arm away and threw the door open and stepped out into the cold and ran home.

When I got to my apartment, I found my roommate sitting on our couch, watching TV, getting high.

I was visibly upset as I stormed inside.

What’s wrong? Dave asked as he smoked a joint. He offered it to me and I sat beside him and took a few hits to calm my nerves.

I had no one else to confide in, and even though we weren’t really friends- he was a nice guy, just very busy-I told him about my experience. Dave listened patiently as I explained both the loss of my job and the proposal from the man in the SUV.

You should have done it, he said when I was finished pouring out my heart.

What?

Man, those dudes love young guys like us. He’s probably some married dude, all closeted and shit. If you’re his little boy toy on the side, he’d probably give you presents and cash for a little fuck and suck now and then.

How do you know that?

Dude, I haven’t had a job since I came here four years ago.

It took me a moment to process what he was saying.

You’ve been sleeping with guys?

He shrugged.

For money?

He shrugged again.

I was stunned.

But you’ve got a girlfriend, I said, trying to process it all.

"And she sleeps with girls. It’s not a big deal, bro. Guys have been fucking guys for thousands of years. The fucking Spartans fucked dudes, and they were bad asses. It’s okay. It really is."

He had a point. I was not a homophobe, far from it, it was just that I’d never really known any gay people.

You get paid for it? I asked.

Yeah.

How much?

Depends. Fifty to a hundred. I’ve got a few regulars. I do okay.

How did you meet them?

The Internet, mostly. Craigslist, Backpage, like that.

Aren’t you worried about diseases?

Condoms. Always condoms.

I got up and said, Wow. This is nuts. I’m going to study.

Think about what I said.

I walked into my bedroom and sat down. I tried to concentrate on a book but it was hopeless. All I could think about was the look in the guy’s eyes as he asked me to suck his cock. He’d really wanted me to.

It made me feel a little special, like I was wanted. I hadn’t felt that way with a girl. I’d lost my virginity to my high school girlfriend, but we’d broken up when we decided to go to different colleges in different states. We’d been together for three years and I’d never felt the warmth from her that I had felt from the man in the SUV. With her,

Reviews for Thick and Hard

[Russ Phillips · Rating: 4 out of 5 stars]

Great except the last story just ends seems to end at a random point without finishing the story.