Back Alley Sex
(Sin City Gay Erotic Tales #1)
By
Evan J. Xavier
Back Alley Sex © 2011 Evan J. Xavier
Published by Purple Fig Press at Smashwords
This ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This ebook may not be reproduced in any form without expressed, written consent from the author.
This material features depictions of explicit erotic hot man on man sex. It is intended for a mature audience.
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At one of Vegas’ sexiest clubs, where everyone cums for a good time, Ian discovers he’s caught the eye of one smokin’ hot dude. When an old flame tries to get more than just the music pumping, Ian decides he’d rather test out the heat he’s been feeling from the new guy in town.
A deliciously sinful romp on the couch soon leads to a back alley, where Ian’s hot new stud gives him a taste of something he won’t be able to forget any time soon…if he can remember.
My stories are based on real encounters or stories I've been told by close friends, but mostly my encounters. To protect the not-so-innocent and to keep some shreds of privacy, names, circumstances, and locations may have been changed.
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Evan X.
Back Alley Sex
He approached as I left BB, a popular local hangout in downtown Las Vegas. He was in line waiting to get in with the other hopefuls. I noticed him as I headed in hours ago. He shot me a quick eye-rape as I entered the club. He was easy on eyes in a non-pretty boy kind of way. I told myself if he made it in I’d give him a taste. He never did.
"Where ya headed?" he said as he ran over, blocking the cab door with his muscular arms.
"What's it to you?" I said as I turned, checking out his tall frame that towered over me, 6’6” of solid man.
"It's early, how about we go in and have some fun. Come on it's my last night here and I want to at least dance with the hottest guy in Vegas." He shot me a smile with the whitest teeth I'd ever seen. His eyes were a piercing chestnut brown with a very determined chin. I was turned on by his straight forwardness; I liked that in a guy.
"How old?" I asked.
"Does age matter to you?"
"I wouldn't have asked if it didn't, now would I?" I moved his arm from the cab door. I wasn’t going to wait until he decided to give me a straight answer. A worried look flashed across his face. It was the look of a man who knew the wrong answer could ruin any chances of scoring.
"Twenty-six," he said hurriedly, flashing a weak smile. His eyes told the story of a liar.