Bois Will Be Bois: Queer Kink Erotica

By Sinclair Sexsmith

Kai & DJ have been together for many years, but their open relationship, sexual exploration, and kink play keep the love between them hot and sexy. This book includes snippets from Kai & DJ's erotic life together, including "Cruising in the Woods," a story about an outdoor kink event and the dirty adventures that bois can pursue after dark; "Taking It," a threesome with Kai and DJ's house boy; "Stone Grief," which describes some sexual healing moments being in profound sadness; and "Birthday Gang Bang." Gender-aware and trans-inclusive, this is a masterful account of alternative sexuality from Sinclair Sexsmith.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sinclair Sexsmith
• Release date: Jun 12, 2015
• ISBN: 9780990762829

Sinclair Sexsmith

Sinclair Sexsmith is "the best-known butch erotica writer whose kinky, groundbreaking stories have turned on countless queer women" (AfterEllen), who "is in all the books, wins all the awards, speaks at all the panels and readings, knows all the stuff, and writes for all the places" (Autostraddle). ​Their sex, gender, kink, and relationship blog Sugarbutch appears frequently on top sex blog lists, and their short story collection, Sweet & Rough: Queer Kink Erotica, was a 2016 finalist for the Lambda Literary Award. They identify as a white non-binary butch dominant, a survivor, and an introvert, and use the pronouns they, them, theirs, themself. Follow all their writings at patreon.com/mrsexsmith.

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Bois Will Be Bois

by Sinclair Sexsmith

Maverick Press

Smashwords Edition

Table of Contents

1. Cruising in the Woods

2. Taking It

3. Stone Grief

4. DJ's Birthday Gangbang

About the Author

Credits

1. Cruising in the Woods

I’m supposed to find DJ, but I’m not exactly in a hurry to get out of this sea of hard dicks. I’d know their favorite strap-on anywhere, and it is definitely not yet in my line of sight. Not that I can see anything. It’s pitch black, almost midnight by now, and this particular part of Ramblewood is so secluded that the moon is the brightest light source.

Someone is up against that tree. I can only see their outline: they’re big, wearing a baseball cap, flannel, jeans, boots. They growl, C’mere, then, when I get close enough. A little more polite than actually grabbing me. I drop to my knees and start unbuckling their belt. They swat my hands away and do it themself. Their dick is thick and short, black silicone from what I can tell. I condom it quickly, the thin plastic stretching, taking a little extra effort. Worth it to keep my mouth clean. I try not to gag on the cherry flavor—one of my poly arrangements is using only flavored condoms with others. It keeps the encounters feeling more like play. Not that I’m worried—DJ and I have been together for 8 years, I am too eagerly devoted to them to think of it as much else. This kind of thing? It really is just play.

I open my mouth to lick and suck. I can’t get it very far down, but it’s not very long. I stretch my lips, try to open at the hinge of my jaw. I suspect this is that butch I saw at the needle play demo earlier, in the front row, taking notes. But I could be wrong. Almost impossible to tell in this dark. They’re big, girthy and heavy-set, and their cock matches, short and fat. It’s so hot when they match. Sometimes the pipsqueak fags have these huge strap-ons that they have no idea how to drive, and they don’t match their frames at all. This guy knows what they’re doing.

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