The Playwright by Carolyn LeVine Topol

August 31, 2011

Can Nick trust his heart and find his own happy ending? The Playwright by Carolyn LeVine Topol, available from Dreamspinner Press.

The Male Room, book 3

Nick’s writing partner and best friend is tired of watching his buddy screw his life away to overcome the heartbreak of his first great love affair, and he also thinks that a romantic comedy playwright should actually write what he knows! Before Nick can wriggle out of it, he finds himself begged, nagged, and cajoled into a coffee date with one of the men who liked his profile at The Male Room, an online dating service for gay men.

No one is more surprised than Nick that the date is a success, and he’s interested in getting to know full-time news reporter and part-time theater critic Mark better. But better means closer, and the closer Nick gets to Mark, the more he remembers why he doesn’t go for long-term relationships. Long term affairs just lead to heartbreak, right? Nick’s imagination runs overtime, and he’ll have to trust in his heart if he wants this love story to have a happy ending.

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Genre: Contemporary
Length: Novella

THE ATTORNEY by Carolyn LeVine Topol – Contest results

August 4, 2011

And the winner is… Nikyta!!!  Congratulations — You have won a complimentary copy of The Attorney.

THE ATTORNEY by Carolyn LeVine Topol – contest

August 4, 2011

Hello Everyone!  Thanks to those who shared wonderful comments during yesterday’s Release Party.  I’ll draw the winner of a complimentary copy of The Attorney in about an hour.  See you soon. :)

THE ATTORNEY by Carolyn LeVine Topol – excerpt (Adult)

August 3, 2011

Here’s a little treat for you to enjoy as we close for the night, but I’ll be back over the next 24 hours to check on comments.  Happy Reading!  Enjoy the second book in The Male Room trilogy.

Chapter 3

SAM closed the door as soon as they entered his apartment, flipped the deadbolt, and pressed Chris against the door, crashing their lips together. Chris tasted like the perfect blend of green tea, Thai spices, and something more. It didn’t matter what it was. Sam wanted it; he was hungry for him.

Pressing back, Chris explored Sam’s mouth, wrapping his arms around Sam as he pushed his tongue inside. Sam felt a sound escape from his throat, his reaction more intense than he’d expected.

It didn’t matter that Chris was broader and taller; Sam took back control, tugging his date’s shirt out from where it had been neatly tucked into his pants. He immediately started to deftly unbutton the garment, exposing the beautiful, fair skinned six-pack underneath.

Taking a step back, Sam gazed at Chris’ heaving chest, leaning in to lick and suck each nipple, moving from one to the other, over and over, sometimes moving away from one nipple, only to return to it immediately, keeping his date guessing as to which nub he would attack next. Chris moaned, threading his fingers through Sam’s hair as the onslaught continued.

“Look at them—erect, hot, wet, waiting for me.” Sam continued to suck harder on each nub, then nipped at them both.

“Ahhh!”

“You like that, don’t you? You’re waiting for more?” Sam loved Chris’s responsive movements and wanted to experience more.

“Want to touch you,” Chris breathed out.

Anxious to oblige, Sam quickly unfastened the buttons of his own shirt, pulling it off and flinging it off to the side. Chris’ big, smooth hands instantly gripped Sam’s back and then moved to his chest, massaging in circles over every muscle, purposely avoiding his own erect nubs.

“You’re beautiful.” Eyes darkened, Chris stared at Sam as he continued rubbing his hands over his entire upper body. It wasn’t long before he began to search lower. Chris unbuckled Sam’s belt and then his own.

“You want more and I want to give it to you.” This was the moment Sam would find out if he had been right. Would they clash for control and implode before they got any further? Although he knew it bordered on cliché, Sam still wasn’t convinced two tops could handle the compromises that would need to be made.

“Bedroom.” Sam froze, a grin on his face when he heard Chris. “Can we move to your bedroom?” Chris didn’t wait for an answer, kissing Sam once again, wrapping his arms around him. The touch of the now warm hands sent a shiver up Sam’s spine.

Taking Chris by the arm, Sam hastily moved them to his bedroom. He tossed the comforter to the side, revealing the dark, burgundy-colored sheets below.

As Chris began to remove his belt, Sam stilled his hands. “Let me.” He whipped the belt out of the loops and unfastened the pants. No need for those any more. Before lowering them to the floor, Sam pressed his hand against Chris’s hard member still trapped beneath the fabric.

“Oh God.” Chris’s head fell back, his eyes slowly closing.

Inching the pants and briefs down together, Sam got his first look at the prize underneath. “You’re so damn big.” Chris’s cock was incredible; long, thick, and hard, waiting for Sam, responding to Sam’s every touch and word.

While Chris toed off his shoes and socks, then stepped out of his pants, Sam quickly stripped off the rest of his own clothing. “You’re not so bad yourself.” Chris grinned.

Sam knew men loved to suck his cock and practically lined up to get fucked by him, but for some reason he wanted Chris more than any other he’d ever made a play for before.

Jeff had sucked him off in the backroom of the Music Box once. He’d been great, but it was a onetime event. Jeff belonged to Craig, with Craig, and he was off the market now.

“I want to take you.” Sam pressed his lips to Chris’, slowly guiding him to the edge of the bed, hoping with each step forward he wouldn’t meet a wall.

“I know.” Chris pulled back briefly and then pressed their lips together again. The hunger and urgency between them grew until Sam wanted more and more of everything about Chris. He needed to have him sprawled on his bed so he could kiss every inch of that amazing body and then fuck him until he begged for release.

Chris lay on his back rolling his lips inward, clearly out of his comfort zone. Sam hovered over him. It was just how Sam wanted it. He was in charge. This was his show and he would make it a performance neither of them would forget.

Starting at Chris’s lobe, Sam nipped, licked, and kissed his way down the long neck, sucking just enough not to leave a mark. He then moved on to touch, and lavish attention on, the hot, muscular chest, and finally the tight abdomen. The man beneath him began to writhe, gripping the sheets in his clenched fists.

“You are so damn hot.” Kissing, licking, teasing the huge reddened cock, Sam listened to the moans urging him on. Each sound from Chris went right to Sam’s dick. He was harder than he’d been in ages without touching himself. When Chris began to buck under Sam’s ministrations, he stopped, grabbing the lube and a condom from the night table drawer.

“Sam.”

Blinking, as he squirted a large dollop of the gel onto his fingers, Sam looked up. Chris’ eyes were wide. He had that deer in the headlights look. “Are you okay?”

Closing his eyes, Chris turned his head to one side, obviously having second thoughts. Sam worried this would be over before it started.

“Chris?”

“I just, I don’t usually—” Biting his lip, Chris couldn’t seem to finish the sentence.

“I figured. I’ll take it easy.” Sam pressed his lips gently to the matted hair streaked across his forehead. “I’ll take care of you.” Sam wasn’t sure why he offered so much, but it felt right.

Warming the lube in his fingers, Sam positioned himself between Chris’ legs, encouraging him to spread them even more. When he responded, Sam’s breath hitched at the sight of this amazing, hulking man lying wanton and needy, waiting for him. “I’ll give you a night you’ll always remember.” He pressed one finger slowly into the waiting hole.

Chris arched his back slightly in response, breathing heavier as Sam pushed another finger in to join the first.

Opening up the tight channel wasn’t easy. Chris had obviously not been doing much bottoming, if any at all.

“More. Another. Please.”

Smiling as he witnessed the building desire, Sam gladly added a third finger, spreading Chris from the inside, opening him up so he’d be ready for the hot, long cock he was about to take. Moving his fingers within, he found the spot he was looking for and nudged it.

“Oh shit!”

“You like that? You want more?”

Chris nodded, licking his lips. Sam captured the seductive tongue between his lips and sucked on it as he dove in for another heated kiss. Chris’s legs fell further to the side as their contact became more urgent, and he began to buck against Sam’s fingers.

Pulling out carefully, so as not to hurt Chris with too sudden a move, Sam looked at the man below. “Are you okay?”

Smiling, Chris laced his fingers in Sam’s hair and pulled him in for another kiss.

That was all the encouragement Sam needed. He couldn’t hold back any longer. Adding to the thrill for Sam was the experience of watching the tight muscles of Chris’ sculpted body heaving as he panted, waiting for Sam to penetrate him. After putting the condom on with one smooth stroke and coating it with the lube remaining on his fingers, Sam slowly pushed his cock inside. “You’re so damn tight.”

A nod was the only response as Chris once again clutched the sheet in his fists.

Continuing to carefully move deeper, Sam pushed into the tight tunnel until he was completely inside. Looking down, he stilled, allowing Chris to signal when he could move again. When he felt the strong legs wrap around his back, Sam knew it was time.

Starting with a slow, steady pace, he thrust in and out, enjoying the warmth. Sam couldn’t tear his eyes away from the man beneath him. He was so open, so trusting. As Chris began to join the rhythmic movements, Sam felt something foreign in his gut. Ignoring it, he continued, changing the angle to make sure to graze Chris’ prostate on every stroke.

“Oh God, Sam!”

Leaning down, Sam crashed their lips together, swallowing Chris’ words and moans, wanting to take all of him at once.

“Ahhh. I’m gonna come. Please.”

When Chris made a move to touch his dick, Sam swatted his hand away. “You’ll come without even touching yourself.”

“Fuck!” Chris bucked beneath him, his reddened member bobbing freely, as Sam’s movements became faster and harder.

Resting his cock against Chris’ prostate, he delivered short thrusts over the delicate spot.

His head thrashing from side to side, Chris grabbed Sam’s shoulders, digging his nails in as he arched his back one last time. “Sam!” Creamy white spurts of liquid shot between them, hitting the full length of Chris’ chest up to his chin.

Feeling the intense pressure around his cock, Sam followed him, filling the condom.

After catching his breath, Sam gently pulled out, removed the condom, tied it off, and tossed it onto the floor.

Before he could say or do anything, Chris wrapped his arms around him, holding him close. This wasn’t what Sam normally did after fucking a trick—it would typically be too intimate—but Sam didn’t mind. Although he might regret his actions later, Sam followed suit, embracing Chris. The two lay, their legs tangled, sticky come drying on their chests.

Although he thought about getting up to wash off, Sam instead reached out with one hand to pull the comforter over them. It was Friday night and there was no need to think about alarm clocks or deadlines for the next day.

Holding one another beneath the blanket now cocooning them, Chris kissed Sam’s neck. “I’m not sure why I let you.”

“Shhh, just go to sleep.”

“No, Sam,” he whispered. “I need to tell you. You’re the first.”

Sam’s eyes shot open for a moment, and then a smile spread across his face. He nibbled at Chris’ lobe and then kissed his neck, cheek, and lips tenderly. “I’m glad it was me. And I’m not sure how, but somehow I knew.”

“Good.”

The two remained entwined as they fell into a sated sleep.

SAM didn’t feel or hear anything until he awoke to the light streaming into the bedroom. He rolled over, frowning when he discovered he was alone. His reaction set off an internal alarm, which he chose to set aside for the moment.

Then he spotted a small note on the nightstand.

Thank you for last night. You’re right, I’ll always remember it. It’s your move now, since your friend fixed us up. Here’s my phone number. I hope you use it. Chris

Damn! Now Sam had to really think about how he felt. He had been in his element the night before. In the light of day, out of bed, could he make a relationship work?

THE ATTORNEY by Carolyn LeVine Topol – sequels vs. series

August 3, 2011

I never expected to ever write a sequel, until I was encouraged to write a continuation to Healthy Obsession.  A Risk Worth Taking became a natural continuation of that story.

It was a far bigger surprise to find The Male Room sparking so many thoughts of different love stories Jeff and Craig’s online dating service could inspire.  I’ve always thought of myself as a one story, close the book type of person — but I guess an imagination is both unpredictable and can take a person to wonderful places he/she never imagined.

In a few minutes I’ll share another excerpt… maybe with a bit more heat. *winks*

**Remember: Every time you comment, I’ll add your name an additional time for the drawing for a free copy of The Attorney!

THE ATTORNEY by Carolyn LeVine Topol – Excerpt

August 3, 2011

Welcome to our second post of the day of celebrating the bumpy road to love in The Attorney.   Today I’m going to make it easy to win a copy of this new novella… everyone who comments will get entered into a drawing to win!  Here’s the “catch” — I will enter your name for each Virtual Party post you comment on.  You can only be entered once per post.  So join the fun, grab a virtual cocktail (or a real one) and sit down and enjoy the beginning of The Attorney, and getting our party underway.

Chapter 1

WALKING into his large corner office, Sam took a seat at his oversized desk. He had several active cases he was working on, but instead of diving into them as he typically did each morning, his curiosity won out. Sam pulled his laptop out of its carrying case and set it front and center on the smooth glass surface.

After logging on, he immediately searched out his newest bookmarked site, The Male Room. He snorted, still not believing he’d actually done it—Sam Solomon had filled in a profile at an online dating service. Five years ago, the only way he would have ever done anything like this would have been in response to a dare when he was too drunk to think clearly. Now that he was living alone and wishing for more than just a good fuck at the end of the day, Sam had decided instead to try the newest trend in dating.

He remembered the day his friends, Craig and Jeff, had sat in his office signing the documents necessary to start their online business. His two friends had really done their research, and the commitment they’d made to take the risk with a new business was certainly paying off. It had been less than two months since The Male Room had opened its virtual doors, and they already had one of the three most lucrative gay online dating sites on the east coast of the United States.

Having received a free profile for all the legal work he’d helped them with during their start-up period, Sam had given it a try. He wasn’t sure what he was hoping for, but knew that going to the Music Box three to five nights a week to get his dick sucked or find a good ass to fuck was becoming less and less appealing. He envied his friends, remembering how, as they’d started their new business, they had also discovered the love that had been looming just beneath the surface for years.

Now Sam wanted a shot at something longer-lasting, but he was picky. He’d already accepted several dates from his online prospective pairings, but none actually had gone beyond a couple of brief encounters. One or two first dates had become second dates, but after a hot fuck and a good dinner, he didn’t have much desire to develop any of the matches into relationships.

When he looked at the home page for The Male Room, he noticed there were ten couples, captured in smiling pictures, listed as success stories. That was what Sam wanted. He wanted to be a success story, and not just in his professional or sexual world, but in his personal life. Hell, he wanted to have a personal life.

Exploring his profile’s “Connection” location, he noticed three new hits. All the men were good looking, but he’d learned through many years of gathering evidence for court cases, digitally enhanced pictures could go a long way to improving appearance. Now his search for the ideal date supported the same theory. Many of the pictures posted on the profiles were far less than honest representations.

Ignoring the photos, giving them no more than a passing glance, Sam looked at each new prospective match’s profile.

Two intrigued him immediately; the third seemed too much like him to be worth a second look. Sam didn’t think he could handle a coffee, let alone a dinner, with someone who was as much a control freak as himself. The thought crossed his mind that maybe he’d be better to stick to the old adage about opposites attracting each other.

Before he could think about it any further, the intercom on his phone buzzed. “Mr. Solomon, Jeff is on line two for you. Would you like to take his call or should I send it to your voice mail?”

“I’ll take the call, Donna. Please put it through.”

“Hello, Jeff. How are you and Craig enjoying your success?”

“At the bank or in the bedroom?”

“Touché! You two really have got it all.”

“It only took him ten years to figure out something I already knew when we were in high school.”

Sam chuckled. Although Jeff had started out as a trick who could have won a contest for best cock-sucker in Boston as far as Sam was concerned, he had since become a good friend and confidant, something Sam didn’t have many of. Lots of hot men wanted to be his trick, but very few took it further than that.

“Are you still there?”

“Oh, sorry. My mind wandered.”

“Well, honey, has it wandered over to your profile this glorious morning? There are some new prospects I think you should most definitely explore.”

“Are you a mind reader? I was just looking at them. I have to admit, I’m beginning to lose hope. I may be your first truly unsuccessful client.”

“Nonsense! You just don’t know how to pick ’em.” Jeff paused and Sam could hear some beeping and chiming noises in the background. “There. I just opened your profile.”

“Isn’t it cheating to have one of the owners of The Male Room act as my personal consultant?”

Jeff snickered. “It’s not normally offered as part of the service, but I’m more than willing to make an exception for you, especially since you clearly can’t tell a good match from a mediocre one.”

“So none of the matches are just bad, are they?” Sam smirked, looking forward to hearing Jeff’s comeback.

“There is a good match for everyone; sometimes at The Male Room you just have to sift through the less-than-perfect to find the diamonds in the rough.”

“I think you’re twisting your metaphors.”

“Maybe so, but I see the perfect match for you.”

“Which one? There’re three new additions who’ve shown interest on my profile page.”

“I tell you what, Sam. Let me act for you and set up a meeting tonight at the Thai place near the Boston Aquarium. Do you know the restaurant I’m talking about?”

“Yes. I’ve eaten there a number of times. They’ll probably recognize me when I arrive.”

“You’ve eaten there or done take-out?”

“I’m not answering your question on the grounds it might incriminate me.”

“You lawyers are all the same.” Sam heard Jeff clicking away at his computer. “Okay, you’re all set for tonight. I’ll contact the restaurant; you just be there at eight.”

“So, who am I meeting?”

“You’ll know him when you see him. It’s the man who was meant for you.”

“I’ll go along with this one time, but if you’re wrong, I think it may be time for me to take a break. Maybe I’m just not cut out to find someone. Not all of us can be as lucky as you and Craig… and all the men on the home page.”

“There’s a soul mate for you. I’m sure of it. And I think I’ve found him.”

“We’ll see.”

“How about a friendly wager?”

“What?”

“A bet. Let’s bet on it.”

“You want to bet on whether you’ve found the right man for me?”

“Exactly. I have that much faith in myself.”

“I could just throw the date to win the bet.”

“You won’t want to if you give it half a chance. I trust my instincts, and I think it’s finally your time.”

Hating to admit it, Sam hoped Jeff was right. He was nearly thirty-five and alone. Friends were great, fucks were temporarily satisfying, but Sam wanted to come home each night and know someone cared whether he’d be there or not. “Okay. It’s a bet. What do you want if you win?”

“That’s easy. I want to put you and your partner’s picture on the home page and get a few quotes for the caption. A respected lawyer in Boston is fabulous free advertising.”

“Sounds fair to me. And what if I win?”

“Don’t you get it, sweetie? You and I will both win if I win the bet. Focus on that… for me, better yet, for you.”

Biting his lip, Sam was glad no one could see him. Jeff was right. He really wanted his friend to win the bet, even if it meant an embarrassingly sweet picture of him would be plastered on the site’s home page. “Thanks, Jeff. I do hope you win.”

“Talk to you later, honey. Remember, eight o’clock at the—”

“Thai restaurant. I’ll be there, just make sure my date is too. I’m not in the mood for take-out this time.” Hanging up the phone, Sam refocused on his profile.

Studying the three faces, Sam searched each of the viewing profiles of the two likely candidates. He re-examined them as if he was preparing for a case. Each man had good qualities, and it seemed like he could spend a comfortable evening with either one of them.

Scrutinizing the two profiles, Sam hoped Jeff had picked the bartender. If anything, he should have some great stories to tell of people he’d witnessed while working. Besides, bartenders were supposed to be great conversationalists.

Enough! He was wasting too much time on this. It was in Jeff’s hands now. While Sam wasn’t counting on much, he was hoping his friend had better luck selecting the perfect match than he had. Clearly Sam only knew how to find the hottest fucks. It was too bad he wanted more.

Blinking himself back to reality, Sam pressed the intercom button on his phone. “Donna, bring me the files I requested you pull yesterday. I have to be prepared for court on Monday morning.”

“I’ll be right there, Mr. Solomon. Do you mean the files about the school purchasing computers for disabled kids?”

“That’s the one. And good news for both of us, the district is actually paying for my services. This one isn’t even pro bono.”

Donna laughed. “We both know you’d help them just as diligently even if it was.”

“Just bring me the files. I have a job to do, and so do you, if you want to get paid next week.”

“Be right there.”

Lifting his finger from the intercom, Sam prepared himself to re-examine every detail of information regarding the case of a local special education school fighting against a large computer distributor that had sent them systems that didn’t meet their specified needs, or the needs of their students.

He would be the first person to admit he enjoyed having enough money to spend as he chose, but one thing Sam couldn’t stand was robbing from those in need. He also couldn’t stand losing a case. Sam had no intention of losing this one; the case was too important and was beginning to receive more attention than he would have desired in the news.

The Attorney by Carolyn LeVine Topol

August 3, 2011

Will Sam relax enough to let Chris be the partner he needs? The Attorney by Carolyn LeVine Topol, available from Dreamspinner Press.

Attorney Sam Solomon is the most desired trick in the back room of the Music Box, his town’s most notorious gay club—and very possibly the loneliest. Sam is tired of one-night stands, and although he likes the world to think he’s too tough for such romantic notions, he secretly longs for the love his friends Jeff and Craig seem to have found. Fortunately for him, he’s just helped set his friends up in business. They run The Male Room, a local Internet dating service for gay men, and Jeff has just the guy in mind for Sam.

Chris Kelly is the last person Sam expected. From his profile, Sam knows that Chris is strong, opinionated, and dominant… in fact, he’s a lot like Sam! Sam may very well have met his match; he just needs to concede that the man he’s falling in love with needs to be his partner in every sense of the word.

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Genre: Contemporary
Length: Novella

The Male Room by Carolyn LeVine Topol – Contest results

June 24, 2011

I was so happy to see a number of people participate in the Release Party Contest.  Thank you!

Several of you found all the correct answers.  I put all those names in a bowl and drew the name…

Veara!

I will arrange to send you an e-copy of The Male Room.

I hope all who participated will enjoy the book.  HAPPY READING! :)

The Male Room by Carolyn LeVine Topol – excerpt NC-17

June 22, 2011

Here’s the final post for today.  I’m so glad many people have found their way to the party.  I will keep the contest open until tomorrow evening when I’m finished with work.  At that time I’ll check all the answers and draw a winner from those who got all the answers correct.

As promised here’s a special excerpt, appearing for the first time.  There’s much more excitement in the novella.  I hope all of you will enjoy reading it!

Chapter 4

Craig leaned against a wall in the back room of the Music Box. The cement was cool, a sharp contrast to the heat building within. Touch. All he wanted was touch and satisfaction. Not much to ask after getting the shaft from his dead-end job.

Brunet Boy ogled Craig, standing on his toes to reach up for a devouring kiss. It was hungry and heartless, just right.

“I’m—”

“No.” Craig gripped the guy by the nape of his neck crashing their lips together once more. He wanted no introductions. There were more important matters at hand. His cock wanted, and needed attention right now. Nothing more.

Squeezing and pressing his fingers gently on the kid’s shoulder was all it took. The dark-haired wonder with the now-swollen lips was down on his knees in a split second, deftly opening the button and zipper on Craig’s jeans with one hand. Good, someone who’s done this before.

As soon as he felt the air against his cock, Craig smiled. This was what he was after. “Let’s get down to business and make good use of our time.”

The twink looked up, grinning as he tenderly started to massage Craig’s balls.

“Ahh. Don’t make me wait.” Tonight was all about getting down and dirty.

When the kid’s tongue drew a trail from the base of his lengthening cock to the moist tip, Craig’s head fell back. The plan for the night was working out fine. Satisfaction guaranteed with minimum effort on his part.

It was just right until he heard a familiar voice a few feet away.

“I don’t see you around here much. Glad I’ll get to have a piece of you. Seems like my lucky night.”

Sam. He always attracted the hottest ass on the dance floor. Craig couldn’t figure out what they saw in him. He huffed. They saw the broadest shoulders, matched with the biggest bulge around.

Craig knew the tricks all loved his own long dick, but when they wanted to scream in ecstasy there was no question who the prize would be. Sam was hung, and when he was hard, his cock was so long and thick it sent chills through every bottom in the city. If Sam hadn’t picked the law as his chosen profession, he would have been a very successful porn star. Craig had never watched a video that could hold a candle to Sam’s well-endowed dick coupled with the sounds he made when he shot.

“Keep going, kid. Feels great.” Trying to stay focused on the business at hand, Craig ran his fingers through the boy’s hair, resting there, threaded between the locks to keep him going. “Don’t make me wait.” He loved seeing someone worshipping his erect cock. There was a charge he only got when he knew they were his, and only his, for the moment.

Looking down, Craig watched the kid smile around his erect member. He was doing amazing things with his tongue, circling it slowly around the head. The velvet texture adding just the right pressure. It was wet and seductive at the same time. “Fuck!” The twink clearly had practice.

Although he tried to block him out, Craig couldn’t help but hear the unmistakable sounds of Sam’s pleasure. He was definitely enjoying himself too. “Yeah, baby. Move those hands. Shit! I may come before you even get me in your mouth.” Heavy breathing. “Oh hell! Where are you putting those long fingers? Not there. Ahhh! Damn, so fucking hot.”

It was hard to believe the same mouth had such a reputation for eloquence. He had earned the privilege of representing some of the biggest companies in the Greater Boston area. Contracts Sam had crafted were hailed in the news as brilliant. His clients were always in the best of hands. If only they knew.

Craig looked across the room, hoping to get a look at the hot trick ministering to the big cock of the walk. Maybe he’d go for him next time.

“What the hell?” Craig whispered, moving enough that his trick had to steady his hands on his hips to hold him in place as he began to suck.

If the trick hadn’t had his lips wrapped around him, Craig was sure he would have gone soft in less than five seconds. What the hell was Jeff doing in the back room? He hardly ever played this game, and certainly not so soon after breaking up with a lover.

Jeff was supposed to be on the dance floor letting off steam by moving to the music, not sucking on the hottest cock in the state.

“Hey!”

Craig looked down. Brunet Boy’s brow was furrowed as he looked up.

“I don’t know about you, but I want to get off.”

Demanding bottoms. Craig was angry. He wasn’t even sure why. It was obvious, watching Jeff devour Sam’s length that he was there willingly and enthusiastically. Damn! What a way to screw up a night.

Closing his eyes and resting his head against the cold cement for a moment, Craig refocused. “Don’t stop now.” He looked down at the eager brunet, cupping his hand behind the twink’s head to press him closer. “Let’s see how fast you can get me hard again, and then you’ll get exactly what you want.”

“Oh yeah!” Looking up, eyes wide, the trick dove in.

Craig let his eyelids close again, losing himself in the wet heat. “Good, good. Like that. Fuck! You’re a hot little sucker.”

He wanted more. Craig wanted it hotter. He didn’t know why, but Craig needed to make this kid scream.

Knotting his fingers in the dark hair he jerked the boy up to a standing position, turning him quickly in place, pushing him face-first up against the wall. “Hold on tight, it’s going to be one fucking hell of a ride.” Craig hissed in the trick’s ear, smirking when the twink shivered.

The kid quickly lowered his pants and braced himself against the wall, his head resting against his arms. He wanted it rough and Craig was more than happy to oblige.

Making fast work of rolling on the condom, Craig covered the latex in lube and then rammed two moistened fingers in the waiting hole.

“Oh God!”

“Just wait. This is only the beginning.” Craig risked glancing over toward Sam one more time. The man’s face displayed pure ecstasy as Jeff’s mouth was all over his oversized balls.

After working his trick, he pulled his fingers out as fast as he’d entered.

“Fuck!”

“Don’t worry, here I come.” Craig thrust inside the pulsing entrance. He knew he was being rougher than usual, but this was what he needed. The trick was a vessel with great sound effects. The perfect solution to whatever was making him so pissed off.

“Oh shit!” The kid started clawing the wall as Craig thrust in and out, fast and furious. Setting a much faster pace than Craig had thought he would, using the twink’s ass to vent his baffling, inexplicable anger.

Wanting the biggest and best reaction possible, Craig made sure to hit the guy’s prostate over and over, moving his hips as his cock grazed over the sensitive area.

Without Craig even having to touch the twink’s cock, the kid exploded against the wall. “Oh my God!”

He got his scream, and the attention of everyone else in the backroom. With his audience fully focused on him, Craig let himself go. Pressing in and out through the trick’s tightness he came hard and silent, his eyes tightly shut and envisioning the kid in front of him with red hair. Where the fuck did that come from?

Near him he heard a loud, deep moan. “Oh baby, you’re the hottest thing to ever get down in front of me. I may have to return the favor.”

The murmur in the backroom would have been comical had it not been so hot. Sam never offered to blow anyone, but now, here he was, on his knees sucking Jeff like a goddamn Hoover.

Craig stood frozen, his pants still halfway down, watching Jeff’s dick slip in and out of Sam’s mouth. He was being eaten alive and reveling in every minute of it, if the sounds he was making were an accurate indication. It had been a long time since Craig had witnessed Jeff in action. His friend had been keeping his sex life behind closed doors for a while, but this was one amazing coming-out performance.

Jeff writhed against the wall, hands at his sides, grappling at the cold cinderblock for purchase. Craig was mesmerized by Jeff whose head was moving from side to side, eyes tightly closed, sweat building, his normally gently wavy red hair plastered to his head.

His friend was not supposed to like this kind of thing. Why was he back here? Was Sam really all that great?

“Sam, Sam, oh, Sam.”

Jeff didn’t know this guy or his reputation. Did they actually exchange names before fucking?

Craig’s jaw clenched. Jeff let his head fall back as his body jerked. “Oh God!”

Sam held him in place, drinking in every drop until the now limp dick slipped from his lips. He stood up and pressed his lips to Jeff’s. “Anytime, babe.” He pulled something out of his pocket. At first Craig wondered why Sam would give his friend a condom until he saw a business card changing hands. “Call me whenever. You’re definitely worth a second visit. Maybe next time you’ll let me fill you up.”

Jeff’s labored breathing continued. He said nothing, but accepted the card and nodded, glancing after Sam as the hunky top zipped his pants and left for the bar and dance floor.

Walking up to Jeff, his trick gone and forgotten, Craig whispered in his friend’s ear. “I’m going home. Are you coming with me, or spending the night sucking every cock in Boston?” He continued to walk, unwilling to look directly at Jeff, knowing his words were far harsher than they should be. Losing his job must have put him in a fouler mood than he’d realized.

The Male Room by Carolyn LeVine Topol – Contest time

June 22, 2011

Hello Everyone!  I hope you’re ready to do a little searching as you visit my website, www.carolynlevinetopol.com

Please comment or use the email link in my author’s page at Dreamspinner Press: http://www.dreamspinnerpress.com/store/index.php?cPath=55_151 to find the names of the main characters of my first two publications.  One was an ebook, and one was available as both an ebook and in print.

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