The Porn Star: Men in the Shadows, #4

By Rain Carrington

Sammy is looking for the man who could make him feel the way Neil had, and finding it impossible. A secret admirer starts to leave him roses and notes, stalking him. Sammy is intrigued, but with college, his job at his father's garage and his new tutoring gig, he doesn't have a lot of time to guess who it could be. Secretly, though, he hopes that it is Neil, who he couldn't stop wanting.

He finds out and soon begins to explore his kink, to be watched. A video is uploaded to a website and attracts the attention of a porn producer. IS this Sammy's big break, or will it end in heartbreak?

The student Sammy starts to tutor is a rich and difficult man named Andrew. Andrew disregards and berates anyone who crosses him, including the new personal assistant his father hired to "babysit" him.

Tom is a former Marine with a secret agenda, keeping him in the job with the privileged man he doesn't know if he'd rather slap or kiss. Once Andrew's parents announce their impending divorce, Andrew goes off the rails, only to find Tom there to catch him.

Through the last two years, Malcolm and Kirk have lived and loved, but when Sammy asks Malcolm to keep a secret from his big lover and his biker brothers, including Road Dog, Sammy's father, Malcolm agrees, only to be found out and losing everyone who mattered the most to him. Can he and Kirk find their way back to one another, possibly with the help of the big Marine they met through Sammy?

Secrets, intrigue, murder and unspeakable acts abound in this final installment of the series. Three couples unite and are put to the test by family, friends, and new jobs. Can three men come out stronger or end up another casually of their Men in the Shadows?

 

WARNING: Contains elements of BDSM, violence and off page sexual assault.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Rain Carrington
• Release date: Feb 23, 2021
• ISBN: 9781393597643

Rain Carrington

I love writing, it's been my dream for many years, and in October of 2013, when my first book went live on Amazon, that dream came true. Writing love stories that are centered on flawed but lovable characters is my passion. Finding love between people isn't easy, nor should it be. Even in a book, there have to be obstacles for the story to feel real. I am a mother of three amazing people, and three adorable fur babies. I live in Colorado but love many other places besides my home. One state in particular is New Mexico, the state where I was born has always held a place in my heart. People and places make my stories what they are. Each character I've written is a part of me in some way. Each place I write is as well. Adventures come in many ways, and each of my stories has taken me on an adventure that I treasure. Come with me on my adventures and fall in love with my characters, as I have. I promise, you will love the ride. www.raincarrington.com https://twitter.com/RainCarrington https://www.facebook.com/rain.carrington https://www.facebook.com/Rain-Carringtons-Bear-Lake-Chronicles-104627634658342 https://www.instagram.com/raincarrington/ https://www.bookbub.com/authors/rain-carrington https://www.queeromanceink.com/mbm-book-author/rain-carrington/ https://mewe.com/i/raincarrington https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7082503.Rain_Carrington https://www.raincarrington.com/newsletter

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The Porn Star

Men in Shadows 4

––––––––

by

Rain Carrington

Men in the Shadows

This series has characters that live in the shadows of the men they love, men that live on a very blurred line of right and wrong, where laws and morals are different than others may consider them.

In no way are these shadowed men silent. Their powerful lovers may take the light, but in that shadow lies their love and strength. Maybe they are stronger for the shadows. Having to compete for the light that shone so easily on their bad men.

Bad boys, good lovers, and broken hearts abound, but love comes through to light even the darkest corner.

These are the Men in the Shadows....

Book 1- The Family, formerly Cabin Fever, Blaine falls in love with an abusive man, using the guise of BDSM to hurt the man he supposedly loves. When Blaine meets Dante, the brother of a mob boss, the danger doesn’t scare him half as much as his feelings do....

Book 2- The Biker, formerly Biker Trash, Malcolm loses his mother to drugs and is sold to another biker by his stepfather. The biker is gruff, stern, and devastatingly handsome. Malcolm comes to learn that the badass biker has a heart and he finds himself falling in love. When Kirk goes to prison after being set up, Malcolm must survive without him and survive the wrath of his angry stepfather.

Book 3- Dungeon Master, formerly Better Than Boot Camp, in The Family, we met Devin and learned about his horrible past. Now he is the Master of the dungeon and has a problem. The new slave, Sergio, is stubborn, defiant, and the most beautiful man he’s ever seen. Sergio haunts his dreams and drives him to break all of his own rules as he falls hopelessly in love with him, but the dungeon is in financial trouble and the only thing that might save his job, and his life, is for Sergio to be sold...

Book 4- Porn Star, formerly In and Out of Hiding, in Biker Trash we met Sammy and Neil, two men who had fallen in love but were torn apart by lies and feelings of betrayal. Sammy figures out that his kink is to be watched, so when Neil wins him back, Sammy talks him into taping their lovemaking and putting it up on the internet. Not enough to satisfy him, Sammy becomes involved with a porn producer and becomes the man’s favorite model. Can he get out of this life before he loses himself and the man he loves?

Copyright © 2015 Rain Carrington

Cover Copyright © 2015 Rain Carrington

All rights reserved

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

The purchase of this ebook allows you to only one legal copy for your own personal reading on your own personal device or computer. You do NOT have resell or distribution rights without the permission of the publisher and copyright owner of this book. Do not copy in any way.

Warning: This book contains scenes of sexual situations between two or more consenting men. There are also scenes of BDSM. Please do not attempt any of the activities in this book without knowing how to be safe.

Table of Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

Chapter 31

Chapter 32

Coming Soon!

Chapter 1

Pulling into the drive, Sammy took a deep breath and found his smile somewhere in the depths of his imagination where he was hiding it. The townhouse was as generic as ever, and his mother’s Siamese cats were both sitting in the bedroom window on the second floor. He got out of the car, pulling his coat closer around his neck against the freezing wind and walked to the door, not bothering to knock because it pissed his mother off when he did.

Mom? I’m here! Sammy called this through the beige living room and into the eggshell and tan kitchen. He wondered once again why his mother was stuck in the land of neutral. Derrick was going to hate it. His boyfriend could barely leave the house without his purple socks and orange rimmed glasses. Derrick’s dorm room was a nightmare in neon.

Sammy! Sammy’s mother rushed in from the backyard through the sliding glass door and hugged her son to her tiny frame.

Hey, Momma. Sammy hugged her back and waved to his step-father, Vernon, who was coming in behind his wife.

His mother’s wicked smiled played on her lips as she asked, Where’s Derrick? I can’t believe that I finally get to meet a boyfriend!

Sammy rolled his eyes as he sat at the table, absently grabbing an orange to toss from one hand to the other. I told you, he will come up Friday.

That’s right.

The yard behind the sliding glass doors was a winter wonderland, white covered the ground and the mist hanging around the lamp itself seemed frozen, unmoving. What were you doing outside? It’s freezing.

Sammy’s mother, Theresa, put her hand on her hip and smirked playfully at her son. Hello? It’s Christmas! Vernon and I were getting the decorations. Now that you’re here, you can help.

Sammy followed them out to the shed in the back and they brought in box after box. Theresa had bland taste in décor except for the holidays when she decorated wildly. By that evening, everything standing still in the interior of the house was covered with lights, colored balls and garland and Sammy was helping Vernon put the finishing touches on the lights outside. Vernon never talked much. Theresa did most of the talking in the relationship, and that quiet was fine with Sammy, who had a lot on his mind.

He had started his second year of college that fall at UCLA and so far his classes were going fine. He’d never had much trouble in school. He had a boyfriend, Derrick, who he’d been seeing for six months but he wasn’t sure about the relationship. Derrick was flamboyant and wild in his daily life, but he wasn’t much of a conversationalist, and in bed, the sex was so vanilla and boring Sammy found himself missing Neil even more.

Neil rarely left his mind. Neil Harrison was Sammy’s first real boyfriend. He’d come into Sammy’s life and made Sammy fall in love with him, only for Sammy to realize that the man was working for someone who wanted to hurt his father’s biker gang, The Devil’s Rebels. Neil used him for that purpose, and although he said he had fallen for Sammy and was sorry he’d ever been involved with the treachery, there was no way Sammy could take Neil back. The trust had dissolved.

Even with all of the things he put Sammy through, from drugging him their first night together to lying to him throughout the entire relationship and pulling him away from his family and friends, he knew Neil had been sorry. He’d tried a few times to plead for Sammy to come back to him, and then he’d simply disappeared. Martin Varon, A.K.A. Road Dog, Sammy’s father had told him if he ever saw Neil around his son again, he’d kill him, and anyone who had met Road Dog knew he wasn’t spouting off threats. He meant it.

The only one he spoke to about his relationship problems and how much he missed Neil was Malcolm Sandoval, his best friend. They had grown close over the summer. Sammy usually spent his school breaks in Idaho with his mother. Since he’d started college, though, he spent all of his free time in L.A. where he worked with his father and Malcolm in the classic car shop his father owned. There he and Malcolm talked about absolutely everything and Malcolm tried to give him advice about Derrick though Malcolm didn’t like Derrick much. Neil came up in their conversations again and again, and Malcolm knew how much Sammy thought of him, but also knew Road Dog well, and advised Sammy against looking for Neil.  

As they sat on the freezing roof of the townhouse, Vernon handed Sammy the staple gun, looking out over the snow covered rooftops to the west, and asked Sammy, School’s good?

Yeah, I start my tutoring job when I go back.

That’s great. Nobody better. Wish I had had your brains in school. I wouldn’t have had to bust my back laying driveways and parking lots.

Sammy laughed and corrected, You taught me Algebra, Vernon. I think you just like laying driveways. Keeps you in shape, anyway.

Vernon flexed then chuckled and pointed to the ladder. Let’s go in and see if your mom’s got any hot chocolate.

Of course she did, and they drank as they looked at the lights on the freshly cut tree. When Friday came and went with no sign of Derrick, Sammy wasn’t really surprised. Derrick was a little flaky and was always late, whether an hour or a day or two.

When a picture message came to his phone by a blocked number, however, he was very surprised. The picture showed Derrick with the captain of the rowing team at their school. The two were making out in Derrick’s dorm room, the picture shot from outside the window. He thought he should be upset about his boyfriend’s cheating, but wasn’t. He was ready for the relationship to end anyway, but what he really wanted to know was who had sent the picture.

He called Malcolm and he denied sending it, his father denied it as well. He didn’t tell either what the picture was, because both of them would be angry. He called Derrick and after the fourth ring, he picked up.

Hey, cutie. I got stuck in Nevada. I’ll be up tomorrow.

Uh, don’t bother. Why don’t you go visit Zack for Christmas?

The line got quiet. It was all the confirmation that the picture was real that Sammy needed. Finally Derrick said, I’m sorry, Sam. I didn’t want you to find out. I was going to wait until after Christmas then break up.

No biggie, Derrick.

Theresa was listening from the next room, and went to her son as soon as he hung up the phone. He really didn’t want condolences, as he didn’t feel more than a little pang of regret at having wasted six months of his life, but she hugged him anyway. He pushed back from her and smiled as brightly as he could.

I’m okay, Mom. Didn’t think it was going to last much longer anyway.

Well, he is the loser. You are a terrific catch.

Sammy leaned in and kissed her on the forehead. With a short goodbye, he went to the entry, grabbed his coat and keys and left the house. He knew of only one gay club near Boise and that’s where he drove. It had been much the same after he and Neil had broken up, when he had gotten lost in sex with strangers. Nothing to feel and nothing to fear of getting his heart broken again, just a blow job and maybe a fuck, then never see them again.

Once in the club, the bass of the loud music reverberated in Sammy’s chest. There was something familiar here, familiar about the hunt. Finding someone to take the body and mind away on a sea of sexual arousal for a little while, taking all cares with them. Sammy picked his target quickly once he sat at the bar and ordered a cranberry juice. A man at the end was just the type Sammy liked. Older, on the side of sophisticated more than sleazy, and blond.

Of course Sammy knew where he got the type from. The long, lean Neil with his soft, dark blond hair and easy mannerisms was just pure sex for Sammy. The sex and companionship he had begun with was what he still craved. Sammy sent a drink to the man and the bartender came to him soon after, as Sammy and the man were making eyes at one another, with a drink for him. Sammy hadn’t seen the man he was eye fucking send the drink, so he assumed the bartender made a mistake.

I didn’t order another one.

The bartender, who was luscious in his own right, shook his head. I know. This was sent by a gentleman at the one of the tables. The bartender pointed over to a group of tables across from the small dance floor, then drew his eyebrows together. "Well, he was there, but he’s gone."

Sammy looked around the club, but the mystery drink sender was quickly gone from his mind as the man he had sent the drink to walked over to him smiling seductively, purring, Thank you for the drink. I’m Calvin.

As in nothing gets between me and my...? Sammy laughed at his joke and so did Calvin. They sat together through two booming songs from the D.J. before they tired of the small talk and Calvin took Sammy’s hand, leading him outside to his car.

Calvin didn’t drive anywhere, which was fine with Sammy. All he wanted was to exchange a couple of blow jobs and be back in his bed at his mother’s house before dawn broke. Calvin didn’t disappoint him as they started making out heavily and Calvin’s hand squeezed over the growing bulge in Sammy’s pants. Sammy groaned into Calvin’s mouth and pulled back a little, breathing heavily. You are a great kisser, he said to Calvin whose eyebrow rose.

I’ve been told I’m very good with my mouth.

Sammy pulled Calvin’s head back in and sucked his bottom lip. Prove it.

Calvin winked at him and opened Sammy’s zipper, reaching slowly in while not letting his eyes leave Sammy’s, and stroked Sammy’s erection. If I suck you off, do I get to fuck you?

Sammy ran his forefinger over Calvin’s lips while licking over his own and replied, Depends on how good you are with these.

Calvin bent into Sammy’s lap and took his cock between his lips, sliding over the head quickly and licking circles around the tip with his tongue. Sammy spread his arms out and laid his head back on the seat. As he was closing his eyes to enjoy the mouth sliding further down on his cock, he happened to look over at his car. His head shot up and just as his cock hit the back of Calvin’s throat, he saw something on the windshield. It was a single red rose stuck under the wiper blade.

Of course he was curious, but the head he was receiving tore his attention back from the rose and kept it firmly on the blond head bobbing up and down in his lap. The car’s windows fogged up quickly with Sammy’s long moans of pleasure, not that he would have cared if anyone saw. In his time of screwing around, he’d become a bit of an exhibitionist. It was inevitable, getting blow and hand jobs in the back rooms and hallways of the clubs. If anyone was afraid of getting caught, they better get over it fast or pay a lot of money for motel rooms.

Calvin’s mouth was skilled, but as usual, Sammy compared it to Neil’s as he was sure he would do with Calvin’s cock. The memories of Neil’s warm mouth sucking him in, his tongue pressed hard on the shaft as he sucked was almost enough to make up for the less than Neil-like head he was enjoying from Calvin, and as soon as he felt his balls tighten with his orgasm, he bit his lip to keep from calling out Neil’s name.

Calvin sat up, licking his tongue over his lips to catch the drop of stray cum. Well?

Instead of answering, Sammy pulled his pants down quickly and straddled Calvin’s lap after taking a condom from his wallet. He rolled the condom on Calvin’s cock and noticed that, of course, it wasn’t as big or beautiful as Neil’s, and set himself over it. Letting himself sit slowly, he felt Calvin spreading him open and he closed his eyes.

Calvin grabbed onto Sammy’s hips and pulled him up enough to have leverage so he could start thrusting up inside of him. Sammy held onto the back of the seat and just let himself be fucked. Calvin didn’t make a sound besides his heavy breathing, and he was finished rather quickly. Sammy ran his finger over Calvin’s neck as Calvin’s head was back resting on the seat and Sammy said a simple, thanks, hopping off of him and pulling his pants back up before exiting the car. He closed the door before Calvin could ask for his number or say something else to ruin the anonymity of the event and buttoned and zipped his pants as he walked the short distance to his car. He plucked the rose from the wiper as he saw there was also a note.

"For you."

He looked around the parking lot, suddenly feeling the hair on the back of his neck rise up, but saw no movement except Calvin as he pulled out and waved to Sammy. Sammy lifted his chin to Calvin as a lazy farewell and put the note in his back pocket before getting into his car and driving home.

Chapter 2

If there was one thing in the world Andrew Marsh hated, it was being summoned to his father’s office. It was never a friendly visit; it was an interrogation of how he was conducting his life, as if his father, the great Roger Marsh, really gave a fuck.

Andrew breezed past Rita, Roger’s secretary, which he knew she hated, and pushed his father’s office door open with a flourish, a mocking smile on his pinched, handsome face.

You wanted me, Father?

As he entered, he saw his father wasn’t alone. A huge bald man was just rising from the chair in front of Roger’s desk, buttoning his tan suit jacket. Andrew paid little attention to him, instead staring at his father, who was sitting back in his chair leisurely.

I told you, Tom, that he was a rude little asshole. Andrew, by all means, come in. I’d like you to meet your new babysitter, Tom Barrick.

Andrew stopped just short of the desk and looked at his father with dark green eyes narrowed hard, still ignoring the strange man to his left. He slammed both hands down on Roger’s desk, and yelled, Babysitter? What the hell are you talking about?

Roger ignored the outburst and stayed speaking calmly, Son, I’m paying for your home, your cars and your school. I’ve already had to hire a tutor for you to get you through classes you should be able to ace in your sleep, and that’s when you show up for class. I get reports of you being late to every appointment you make or not showing up at all and I can’t have a son of mine acting like that. You won’t tarnish my reputation by your thoughtlessness any longer, so I have hired Tom. He will be your personal assistant.

I have a personal assistant. Andrew was talking about his friend, Jackie.

Roger finally got up from his chair and leaned over to talk into his son’s face. That girl is a hired BFF, and all she assists you in is acting like an ass. I wouldn’t be surprised if you’re banging her and she’s taking her pay for that. In fact, I’d be glad, because then she would at least be earning her damn paycheck!

Andrew didn’t look away, but he wanted to. He thought about how little his father actually knew about him. He not only would never have sex with Jackie, he wouldn’t with any girl. Roger had no idea about his son being gay, but that is the one thing Andrew was glad his father didn’t know. Roger would disown him.

I’m not doing anything of the sort with her.

Then fire her and get used to having Tom around you 24/7. He is also trained in security, not that anyone would want to kidnap you. If they did, they’d give you back after dealing with your mouth for five minutes.

Andrew moved from the desk and his father’s intense stare and ran his fingers through his thick, dark hair. Father...Dad, please. I don’t want some muscle-bound idiot following me around reporting everything I do and say to you!

He won’t be reporting anything to me unless it’s something that will affect me. He is in charge of getting you to your classes and appointments on time, and more than anything, he is to keep you in line so you don’t embarrass me. I won’t have you as one of these party happy heirs that run all over New York and L.A. these days, with their own fucking reality shows. You will present your best possible face in public, and in your private life, he will assure you don’t have some slut come in and get herself knocked up because you were too stupid to use protection. The case is closed. Roger turned to Tom and said, Remember, he can’t fire you. I am paying you well for this job, and I know it’s not enough. I wish you luck. If you both will excuse me, I have pressing matters.

Andrew practically ran from the office and Tom followed. Tom’s legs were long, so his walking swiftly was like most men running so he caught up to Andrew as Andrew was getting into his Viper. Tom stood outside the car and stretched his hands out until Andrew finally rolled down the window. I don’t want you! Go find another job!

Tom’s deep voice was calm and he looked out over the parking lot as he spoke, Sorry, Andrew, but your father’s hired me to do a job and I take my work seriously. I will catch up with you eventually. Don’t make me hunt you down.

Andrew hit the steering wheel and cussed under his breath. He was not getting away from the big moron, so he may as well have fun with him. Andrew had made other servants quit, Tom would be next, if he had his way.

Fine then, get in. Try not to smell up the seat, I’ve just had the car detailed.

Tom smirked at him, further pissing him off and went around to the passenger side, the door hardly closed after getting in before Andrew took off with a screech of the tires. Andrew drove fast, taking corners almost on two wheels. He kept watching Tom for any sort of sign that he was frightening the much bigger man, but Tom just leaned his body into the corners, looking irritatingly stoic.

When Andrew finally pulled into the parking garage of his apartment building, he turned off the car and looked at Tom fully for the first time.

So was my father lying? Are you going to report to him everything I do and say?

Tom humored him with a smile and shook his big, bald head. His dark eyes met Andrew’s full on, and he said flatly, He didn’t lie. Unless something is going to affect him directly, or embarrass him publicly, I don’t speak to him. My pay is directly deposited, so I don’t go in for that, either. I am at your disposal.

oooOooo

Andrew got out of the car and headed for the elevator, indignant. Tom followed him, looking out over the garage. He wasn’t hired specifically for security, but old habits died hard. He’d been in the field for five years before learning of the job where he most likely wouldn’t be getting shot at every other day. He watched Andrew press the button for his floor then push it again harder, then two more times so hard, Tom figured he may sprain his finger. Stifling a laugh, he got in to stand next to him and the door slid closed right behind him. Andrew leaned against the wall and looked him up and down. Tom was used to scrutiny of other men, but there was something besides that in the way the young man looked at him.

So what is your deal? You have no life, so you have to suck off someone else’s and get paid for it? How very Tom Ripley of you. Andrew rubbed his temple with his finger then, as if he just thought of it, and said, "Wait...your name is Tom. Interesting."

Without looking in Andrew’s direction, Tom told him, Cute movie, but no. I needed a change of pace. Being a bodyguard to mob bosses got old.

Andrew tried to hide his surprise, but he didn’t do a very good job and Tom could see it without looking directly at him. He once again kept the smile back that threatened, as the elevator door opened to the third to highest floor in the building and he stepped out before Andrew, still a matter of habit and Andrew obviously didn’t appreciate it.

I don’t follow anyone. You were hired to follow me. Keep it straight.

The second door to the right of the elevator was Andrew’s apartment and he unlocked the door quickly, getting inside without holding the door for Tom, who was right behind him. He went in and took the remote off of the marble and glass coffee table and sat on the Moroni loveseat. When Andrew turned on the music, it didn’t bother Tom so much, even though he didn’t care for techno. But when he turned it up to full volume, casting the smarmy look in Tom’s direction, that was when Tom wanted to throw him off of the balcony. He wouldn’t show his irritation, however. That is exactly what Andrew wanted so he went over to the cherry roll top desk and started going through the paperwork in the top drawer.

The music got turned off quickly and Andrew rushed over to the desk, slamming the drawer shut so fast he nearly caught Tom’s fingers, and gritted out, I will ask you not to go through my things.

Tom stood and moved the chair back in place before he looked Andrew in the eye. I’m not here to stand around. If you don’t need me for anything in particular, then I will put your paperwork in order, organize your accounts and appointments, whatever needs done.

Tom saw the wheels turning in the young man’s brain, until finally, he huffed, Fine. I am in desperate need of a Latte. A venti with skim and caramel. Off with you.

Tom tipped his head and went to the door, then made his way to the Starbucks around the corner and ordered the coffee with a smile. He already knew Andrew would react this way, and he couldn’t say he blamed the kid. But, he also knew he wouldn’t put up with his attitude for long, just long enough to get what his real bosses wanted from the Marsh family. Besides, the kid was hot. Even if he never got into the kid’s pants, which had been strictly forbidden by his bosses, at least he had something nice to look at while he dealt with the brat’s attitude.

Chapter 3

No trip to his mother’s for Christmas would be complete without a ski trip. He’d planned it with Derrick, but since that was no longer an option, Sammy made a few calls and got some friends to come up to join him, and they arrived two days after Christmas.  Foster and Jay planned the weekend to hang with the snow bunnies while their favorite gay buddy, Sammy, looked for a hot ski bum to warm him in the mountains.

They took to the slopes for most of the day, and once they were thoroughly cold and tired, they went to the lodge where Sammy could sit with his friends while they drank. Foster and Jay were school friends, but next to Malcolm they were the closest to Sammy, and once Sammy told them about his break up with Derrick, they had a loud toast for him.

That dude was a total douche bag. You are better off without him, Foster proclaimed.

Sammy agreed. Well now I am wild and free again, so if you two see any sweet blond boys who need some company tonight, you send them my way.

Foster laughed at his friend. "Sam, Sammy, Samson, when you gonna try girls? I could get you three right now."

Jay threw a napkin at him. Foster, you wish! If you could get Sammy three girls, you would take them for yourself. You are going home with your five friends once again, you know the five friends on your hand, that is!

Jay and Foster always fought over who was the biggest ladies’ man but Sammy did not see either of them with more than two dates a month. While they were busy flirting with some girls by the fireplace, Sammy took the time without them to look around and try to find some companionship of his own for the last night he was to be in Idaho.

It didn’t take him long, and while the man was not blond, his light brown hair was close enough and his light blue eyes more than made up for it. He was standing by the window talking to two other guys; his eyes kept leaving his friends and finding Sammy. Sammy’s smile of seduction soon had the man crossing the room while Sammy made sure his friends were conveniently busy.

Hey, nice sweater. Sammy touched the man’s arm feeling the soft sleeve along with his hard bicep and sucked in his breath.

Thanks. So, what’s your name?

Sam. Yours?

The smirk he got as he said his name made Sammy wonder if he was using an alias, but he really didn’t care either way. I’m Mack, and I would love to take you upstairs, Sam.

Sammy took another drink of his tea and looked Mack up and down before agreeing, Sure.

He took out his phone and sent a quick text to his friends, who were busy hitting on some girls, and he left with Mack through the lobby and to the elevators. Once the elevator doors closed, he moved to Mack and put his hands on the man’s small waist then pressed his mouth to Mack’s lightly at first, then more passionately. By the time they got to the third floor, Sammy’s mouth was sucking Mack’s neck as he was diving in the newly opened zipper with his hand, feeling Mack’s nice sized cock.

Mack took his free hand and led him down the hall, fumbling with his key card and finally getting the door open. They kissed their way to the double bed and Mack laid Sammy down, then crawled over the top of him, kissing some more while he got Sammy’s pants pulled down. Sammy sat back up and stripped the blue sweater he had admired off of Mack, getting his pants pulled down enough to take Mack’s cock into his mouth. Mack’s hands were in Sammy’s hair, guiding