Another Very Dirty Dozen: The Very Dirty Dozen Story Collections, #2

By Hank Edwards

Hank Edwards has chosen another 11 of his steamy short stories previously published in erotic magazines and anthologies, plus 1 never before published story, and grouped them into a second collection. Here you'll find stimulating fiction such as "A Good Ten Inches," "Backseat Driver," or "Maul Santa." You'll meet horny daddies next door, a studly Santa, a hot-blooded amusement park mechanic, and one heck of a dirty automobile technician, just to name a few. Grab tight to this second collection of hot, sizzling stories that'll keep you coming back for more!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Hank Edwards
• Release date: Jun 5, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223636410

Hank Edwards

Hank Edwards has been writing gay erotic fiction for more than twenty years. He has written over two dozen novels and even more short stories. His writing crosses many sub-genres, including romance, rom-com, contemporary, paranormal, suspense, mystery, and wacky comedy. Find out more at www.hankedwardsbooks.com.

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Another Very Dirty Dozen

ANOTHER VERY DIRTY DOZEN

THE VERY DIRTY DOZEN STORY COLLECTIONS

BOOK 2

HANK EDWARDS

MITTEN GINGER MEDIA

COPYRIGHTS

Copyright © 2022 by Hank Edwards

All rights reserved.

No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

Red Eye, was previously published in Mandate, November 2002 issue.

A Cool, Dry Place, was previously published in 100% Beef, Issue 26, 2006.

A Good Ten Inches, was previously published in American Bear, May, 2005 issue.

Tuning Up Darren Cloud, was previously published in American Bear, July, 2005 issue.

Digger, was previously published in American Bear, May, 2004 issue, Bears: Gay Erotic Stories, Cleis Press, 2008, and Hard Working Men, Cleis Press, 2010.

Frisk, was previously published in American Bear, July, 2004 issue and Hot Cops: Gay Erotic Tales, Cleis Press, 2007.

Backseat Driver, was previously published in Honcho, October 2000 issue.

Log Ride, was previously published in American Grizzly, issue 23, 2003.

Maul Santa, was previously published in American Bear, Jaunary, 2004 issue and Bears: Gay Erotic Stories, Cleis Press, 2008.

Southern Hospitality, was previously published in 100% Beef, Issue 19, 2005.

Gold Rush, was previously published in Cowboys: Gay Erotic Tales, Cleis Press, 2008 and under the title Miner 69er, in Bear, issue 62, 2000.

Running Mate, copyright 2022

Cover art by Ron Perry Designs

CONTENTS

Red Eye

A Cool, Dry Place

A Good 10 Inches

Tuning Up Darren Cloud

Digger

Frisk

Backseat Driver

Log Ride

Maul Santa

Southern Hospitality

Gold Rush

Running Mate

About the Author

Also by Hank Edwards

RED EYE

Everyone's heard tales of friends joining the mile high club, having sex in an airplane bathroom while in flight to some -- usually exotic -- destination. I had heard several stories from my bar buddies, none of which I had even the slightest inclination to believe actually happened. Until, that is, I traveled from Los Angeles to Bangor, Maine on a non-stop red eye flight.

I had been in LA on business, enjoying the nightlife in the evenings and suffering through meetings during the day. After wrapping up my business, I longed for the familiar east coast of my home state, Maine, and got on the Internet to change my reservation to the next available flight. I didn't mind flying overnight, the plane would be less crowded and I might be able to get some sleep, so I got a seat on the 12:30 AM flight out of LAX, arriving in Bangor later that morning. I had ideas of getting some work done, reports and summations from the torturous meetings I had just endured, and then sleep. I would land on Friday morning and be able to head straight home.

When I boarded the plane, I was happy to see that my guess had been right and it was sparsely populated. Apparently not many people wanted to travel overnight to Bangor. I picked out a seat in the back of the plane since my company was too cheap to spring for business class, and spread out across the entire row in the middle of the plane. There was no one within ten rows and that suited me just fine.

I ignored the standard safety precaution presentation as we taxied to the runway; I'd traveled enough to know what to do with my seat cushion should we be forced into a water landing. Instead, I dozed until we were at our cruising altitude of 35,000 feet and I was brought fully awake as the drink cart rattled out of the galley.

Drink, sir? a deep voice asked and I snapped my head up to find a handsome blond surfer dude wearing a steward's uniform. He raised his sun-bleached eyebrows as his blue eyes sparkled down at me.

Um, yeah, I stammered. How had I missed this piece of eye candy while I was boarding? I'll have a Dewar's and soda.

Oh, good choice, he replied as he swiftly poured the drink. Leaning down, he fiddled with the tray table release and lowered the tray gently into my lap, the back of his tanned hand pressing into my crotch. He turned his head slightly and his eyes, directly across from mine, stared me down, leaving no doubt to his intentions.

His hair was short and sun bleached, his face tan and smooth with full lips and a straight, narrow nose. He had broad shoulders that narrowed to a trim waist and, as he walked away with a promising look thrown back over his shoulder, I saw that his blue uniform pants tightly hugged a high, bubble butt. No way those came off the rack that way.

About thirty minutes later, I was into my second drink and trying to ignore the boner poking the bottom of my tray table when he slid into the seat beside me.

Hi there, he said quietly, his voice deep and smooth.

Hi, I replied. I'm Chris.

Adam, he said and we shook hands. His palm was damp and I briefly fantasized about his fingers wrapped around the shaft of my dick, squeezing as I pumped my hips and slid it back and forth through his fingers.

Pretty quiet flight, huh? he said, looking around.

Yeah, it is. I couldn't take my eyes off him. He was tan and beautiful, radiating sex and youth.

He turned to look at me. I like your eyes.

I've never been happy with them, I said and felt myself blush. My eyes are brown, shit brown I always thought, though my ex once told me they were the brown of melted chocolate. I brushed my dark hair off my forehead and leaned forward to glance past Adam and out the window across the aisle. Where are we?

Pretty close to Heaven, he whispered and slid his hand beneath the tray table to clutch my rock hard cock. Wow, is that all you or some kind of appliance you had to use a special permit to get through security?

I laughed and raised the tray table to allow him better access to my lap. He glanced up front again and, finding no one in sight, leaned over and kissed me. My lips tingled beneath his soft, full mouth. When he poked his tongue between my lips, I opened and met it with my own hot, scotch flavored tongue. He groaned quietly into my mouth, his hand quickly pulling my zipper open and slipping inside my pants to grapple with my dick. He easily pulled it free from the confines of my boxers and exposed it to the low light of the plane.

Looking down, Adam smiled and said quietly, I'd like a hot beef sandwich with a lot of mayo.

I chuckled and replied, Lunch is served.

Adam lowered his face into my lap and swallowed me whole. I leaned my head back and closed my eyes as his soft lips closed around my shaft. He held me in the back of his throat a moment, and then slid up and down my length. His mouth was hot and wet as he expertly and quietly rode my cock.

I reached out and slid my hand beneath the collar of his short sleeve shirt and felt the strong, corded muscles of his back. I tingled at his masculine strength as I slid my fingers down along his spine and back up.

Freeing my hand, I dropped it into his lap. He spread his legs apart and I pressed my palm into his crotch. His cock was stretched out along the length of his thigh and fever hot to the touch. From what I could feel it was maybe eleven inches long and as big around as a beer can. I almost cried out in joy at the size of the thing.

You like that? Adam asked, coming up for air from my glistening pole. Is that big enough for you?

Just barely, I replied, looking down into his clear blue eyes. Almost didn't make it past inspection in the girth category.

Adam grinned and went back to work on my dick. I leaned my head back again and worked my fingers along his cock, massaging and kneading his massive tool through his pants.

Suddenly, Adam sat up and kissed me, his tongue tasting of the travel sweat he had sucked off my cock. Leaning into the aisle, he checked out where the other flight attendants and passengers were situated, then reached down and carefully tucked my cock back into my pants.

Wait a minute, then follow me into the john. He waggled his eyebrows and I smiled. I was finally going to become a member of the mile high club.

Twist my arm. I watched him get up, his left leg held straight to accommodate the monster cock trapped along his thigh, and he disappeared behind me. I counted to two hundred, not wanting to look too easy, then stood up and made my way back into the rear galley. There were four lavatories stationed in the rear of the plane: two on the aisles and two in the middle beside each other. Only one lock read OCCUPIED and I knocked quietly on the door. The bolt slid back and the door opened to reveal Adam standing inside, completely nude.

His clothes were nowhere to be seen as my eyes immediately fell to his crotch. His cock jutted straight out from his groin, too heavy to stand upright. It was tan and thick, the head dripping with pre-cum. Adam obviously sunbathed in the nude as there was not one tan line on him. His stomach was ripped with golden muscle, abs sharply defined from what could only be a regimen of hundreds of stomach crunches a day. A line of dark blond hair grew between his broad, square pecs like summer grass in a golden valley. The hair traveled down in a straight line over his muscular stomach and around his shallow navel until it sprouted out around the stump of his log of a cock. The man was, in a word, gorgeous.

Come on in, he whispered and I stepped forward into the cramped little room. There was barely enough space in the closet-sized bathroom for him and his hard-on, let alone adding me to the mix. He closed the door behind me and I heard the bolt slide into place. The light flickered on brighter overhead and we blinked at each other.

Goddamn, you're a fucking mutant, I mumbled. My fingers wrapped around the base of his cock as far as they would go and I gazed at it in awe. It's fucking beautiful. You're fucking beautiful.

He needs some attention, Adam said. It's been awhile since he's met anyone new.

We moved in unison, leaning into each other and kissing as he spun me around and pushed me down to sit on the lid of the tiny toilet. He stood up and smiled down at me, his lips full and swollen from kissing. I lowered my gaze to find myself staring at the glistening, oozing slit of his dick. Reaching out, I wrapped my fingers around the root of the shaft, his pubic hair softly bristling against my hand. I opened my mouth wide and took him as far down my throat as possible. His pre-cum coated my tongue and the back of my throat, the taste melding perfectly with the scotch. He tasted good, salty, and I quickly slicked him up with my spit as I hungrily sucked his cock. His balls, clean-shaven and hanging low between his legs, were the size of two lemons.

Yeah, take that big cock down your throat, Adam groaned. His hands twisted into my hair and he thrust into my face. The swollen head of his cock scraped the roof of my mouth and jabbed into the back of my throat. Soon he was pumping with abandon, fucking my face with his hard, thick tool.

I could feel his balls pull up and knew he was getting ready. I ached to taste his cum, to take his load down my throat and suck him dry.

I'm getting close, he said breathlessly. Do you want to swallow it?

Mm hm, I managed to reply around my mouthful, and clamped my lips tighter on his dick to make sure he wouldn't pull out.

He arched his spine and slammed his cock deep into the back of my throat as the first shot of cum blasted out of him. I barely tasted it as it slid away down my throat, but he pulled halfway back and let go with another round of thick, ropy spunk that filled my mouth to overflowing and brought the scent of cum up to my nostrils. I gulped his load down, trying to decide if it was one quart or two, and sucked greedily at his slowly deflating member.

Oh, fuck, Adam gasped as he leaned forward over me, his chest slick with sweat. I tipped my head back and lapped at his nipples, tasting his sweat and feeling my own cock beg for attention.

Get naked, he said into my ear and I stood, pressing up against him as much as possible as I disrobed.

When I was finally nude, Adam turned me around and bent me at the waist, then sat on the toilet behind me and drove his