Crossed Wires

By Lee Fisher

Rory isn’t expecting much more than clowns and elephant poop when he agrees to take his niece and nephew to the circus, but he finds himself entranced by the trapeze performers. Returning to the circus another night, he meets Lev and Tanner after the show and finds himself just as interested in the men themselves. They take him back to their hotel room for a night of steamy sex. After the circus leaves, Rory can’t stop thinking about the duo, though they never call him. He enrolls in a trapeze class as a distraction, and is astonished to find out who’s teaching the course.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lee Fisher
• Release date: May 16, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370257164

Lee Fisher

Lee has been married to his Sir since 2009, exploring BDSM as a submissive masochist. Lee started writing erotic fanfiction over a decade ago, and now he’s thrilled to share his fantasies and wicked thoughts with you.

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Crossed Wires

by Lee Fisher

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental and beyond the intent of the author.

This book is for ADULT AUDIENCES ONLY. It contains substantial sexually explicit scenes with multiple partners and graphic language that may be considered offensive by some readers.

All sexual activity in this work is consensual and all sexually active characters are 18 years of age or older.

Crossed Wires by Lee Fisher Copyright 2017

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Previously published by Torquere Press: January 2015

Crossed Wires

Lee Fisher

Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Excerpt from Belladonna

About the Author

Also by Lee Fisher

Chapter 1

I wouldn't normally have been at the circus on a Saturday night. Well, any time, but especially Saturdays. That was my night to get together with other single guys and bitch about how every good one was taken or straight.

This was my sister's weekend with her kids, but the hospital she worked at called her in. So I got to play nanny. And they already had tickets to the circus, so I was in for a night of clowns, elephants, and probably barf.

I didn't really get kids. I liked my little niece and nephew, but I also got to give them back to their mom at the end of the day. I knew that as a modern gay man there were plenty of ways for me to have a child, but it wasn't something I was interested in, especially without a partner.

The circus was, obviously, full of kids. Kids who were high on sugar and joy and that was great, but I had my hands full and I didn't get to watch many of the acts. My four-year-old nephew, Johnny, seemed determined to jump into the ring with the tigers, and I was exhausted long before the show was over.

The music changed and the lights dimmed, leaving the tent in darkness beyond what light spilled in from the midway and the setting sun. A few of the kids screamed; some real, some playful. A baby started to wail and was quickly hushed.

A spotlight appeared on a platform, high above the ring, illuminating a man in a tight-fitting teal-and-magenta costume. Oh, wow. There was nothing left to the imagination—I could practically count his chest hairs. I wondered if I should cover the kids' eyes, but they weren't seeing the same thing I was. I hoped.

I squirmed in my seat, my pants suddenly too tight, too hot. I reached for my dropped program, settling it discreetly in my lap. Was I some sort of pervert for getting aroused at the circus? I mean, I wasn't getting hot over the acrobatic dogs or anything, but it still seemed a little sketchy.

I realized I was holding my breath, completely focused on the man. He stood there holding a trapeze, standing at such a height and preparing to jump off, trusting himself to a flimsy contraption and a safety net.

After a moment's silence, the music swelled, and the man leapt into the air. I gasped, and I wasn't the only one. He hadn't even done a trick yet, and I was captivated.

The spotlight followed him across the tent, other lights coming up in succession as he swung past them, creating a corridor of light for him to perform in.

At the height of his swing, on the opposite side of the tent from where he had begun, a spotlight appeared on another platform. Another man stood there. He was wearing magenta and teal as well, but his pattern was the opposite of his partner's. He leapt off, holding his trapeze, then flipped himself so he was hanging upside down.

I looked back