Need to be Needed

By Habu

As a young, handsome, charismatic politically connected best-selling novelist, Gore Vidal was infamous for cruising the New York City gay bathhouses for nightly one-night-stand encounters. That is until he met Howard Austin there and took him home for what turned out to be a fifty-three-year, sometimes volatile, live-in arrangement. “Need to Be Needed” is inspired by this story, exploring the underpinnings of such a relationship in the guise of political novelist Cole Temple and Mike, the young man he took home from the New York baths and kept and dominated—a young man who gave up all his own dreams to serve his charismatic, self-absorbed, demanding, and assuming partner.

• Language: English
• Publisher: BarbarianSpy
• Release date: Sep 30, 2016
• ISBN: 9781925568011

Habu

Habu is one of the pen names of a former supersonic spy jet pilot, intelligence agent, male model, movie actor, and diplomat. A wild youth in South East Asia was spent enjoying whatever sexual opportunities came his way, and much of his gay male writing is about recalling incidents from those days and inventing ones he’d perhaps have liked to experience. He now leads a very quiet and ordinary life.Check out our blog and get free stories. Feedback and reviews are always appreciated.

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WARNING: This book is for sale to ADULT AUDIENCES ONLY. Contains graphic gay male sex, multiple partners, anal sex, interracial sex, 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.

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Published by BarbarianSpy in 2016

Cover design © S Bush 2016

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ISBN: 978-1-925568-01-1

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Need to Be Needed

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CONTENTS

Need to be Needed

About the Author

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Need to be Needed

That’s one sweet ass. You are one sexy piece of ass.

I can sing too, and will look good in front of your band, I said, trying to keep the focus on why I was there, in the sleazy hotel room, tinted red by the O and the L of the flashing neon sign just outside the window.

I wondered if he could hear the pain in my voice, although chances were that he’d be proud that he’d put it there. Phil Gauteau, the huge French Canadian of the trendy band of the same name currently playing the Chelsea Bathhouse, had his back propped up on pillows against the headboard. He was smoking a cigarette and had an open bottle of bourbon and a water glass on the nightstand beside him. He hadn’t offered me either. There was a small pile of Magnum condom packets on top of the nightstand as well. One of the packets was split and empty, the used condom now on the floor beside the bed, fat as a sea slug with his cum.

I vaguely wondered if there was a smear of blood on the condom, as well. He was a monster of a man, with a cock to match. It wasn’t appreciably long but was one of those shafts referred to as a beer can dick. I’d never had a man that thick inside me before, and he had given me little time to prepare for it. He had fucked me mercilessly, seeming to have enjoyed my cries of distress immensely.

I wanted something from him and he knew it. So, I was in no position to ask for more consideration.

I was stretched along his side, my right leg bent,