Banging the Boy Band

By G.R. Richards

From pairs to threesomes to groups, the guys in these six sex stories can’t get enough.

In One for the Money, a group of construction workers compete for a pot of cash. In Two for the Show, a kinky couple puts on a fetish performance for paying customers. Second Hand gets a first-hand look at two coworkers swapping men’s magazines, while the gambler in Grinder pays a huge fee to enter a high stakes poker game. Don’t Look Around takes a look at domination and eye contact, but the divorced dad in Banging the Boy Band has the most fun of all when he gets down and dirty with his daughter’s favorite guy group.

These boys like it hot and hard: hands, mouths, and more!

• Language: English
• Publisher: BetweenTwo
• Release date: Jun 28, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005174552

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Banging the Boy Band © 2012, 2022 by G.R. Richards

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This is a work of fiction. Names, places, characters and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, organizations, events or locales is entirely coincidental. All sexually active characters in this work are 18 years of age or older.

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Cover design © 2012, 2022 G.R. Richards

First Edition November 2012

Second Edition June 2022

Two for the Show originally published as Heels Panties Money by Robinson in Gay Confessions.

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Banging the Boy Band

One for the Money

Two for the Show

Second Hand Porn

Grinder

Don’t Look Around

Banging the Boy Band

Banging the Boy Band

Six Kinky Gay Erotica Stories

By G.R. Richards

One for the Money

P ut your money in the pot, boys!

Rico jammed a twenty-dollar bill into the pail.  "Put your money where your mouth is, you mean."

Put your money where your dick is, Mal laughed.  He pulled a twenty from his back pocket, then unzipped his fly.

Hey, don’t get ahead of yourself, Chester said, wagging a finger in Mal’s direction.  Tony and Darryl haven’t put their tools down yet and already you’re picking up yours?

The jobsite went quiet, and Mal smirked.  I think they’re on their way.

Hey, hurry up, you two.  Rico adjusted his cock in his jeans.  I got a feeling I’m gonna win this thing.

Yeah, that’s what you always say, Darryl called out as he sauntered into the room.  He and Tony had been working in the bathroom upstairs while the rest of the reno team installed the new kitchen.

Lunch hour looked like this, every day—a circle jerk, a bar bet, a gamble.  It started at one dollar, then grew to five, then ten, now twenty.  Expensive lunch, if you lost.  They played their game winner-takes-all, so if you got the pot it was a quick eighty bucks in your pocket.

The competition was nothing complicated: Chester counted down, Three, two, one, and when he said the word, the guys all unzipped their pants, yanked out their cocks, and jerked off until they blasted.  First guy to come was the winner.  Nothing simpler in the world.

Everybody ready? Chester asked, looking from guy to guy.

Tony didn’t put his money in the bucket, Rico said, pointing across the circle.

With a swagger and a chuckle, Tony pulled a bill from his pocket and held it end to end.  Tossing it in the pail, he asked, Satisfied?

Not yet.  Grinning, Rico grabbed his crotch and squeezed. But soon.

You are so goddamn cocky, Tony said, puffing out his chest like the king of the jungle.  You won’t be so cocky when I’m scooping up all this cash.

When you’re scraping my cum off it, you mean.  Mal bullied his way onto the playground, taking one step closer to the pot.  Better yet, you can lick my jizz off those bills, fold ‘em up real nice, and slip them in my back pocket.

You want my hand on your ass? Tony shot back.  All you gotta do is ask, old man.

Hey, now.  Mal came close and bucked his chest against Tony’s.  "Who you callin’ old man?"

That’s when Chester stepped up, pushing Mal and Tony apart.  See here, you guys.  Save it for the competition.

Tony stepped away, resentment blazing in his eyes.  Mal didn’t move.  He hovered over the pail of cash with his shoulders up, his chest expanding as he breathed hard.

Let’s get going, Chester said cautiously, gazing slowly from Mal to Tony.  "Lunch is only