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Five sensually seductive tales of guy-on-guy action...Just My Luck - E.C. CutlerAsh isn't a gambling man, but a night at the casino might persuade him otherwise. And when his gorgeous best friend Danny makes a request to find out what sex with another man is like, Ash sees his luck changing for good.About Face - Hollis QueensRemembering his uncle and his watch, he makes the decision to come out to his family.Tell Me a Secret - Vanessa de SadeGrimm has a sexy secret, and it might just involve his hot room-mate Joel...Deluded - Sam ThorneIt shouldn't take a crisis to make you realise what you really want, but on the night Max intervenes in a bashing, he finds that the bond between him and his forthright buddy Jay is stronger than he'd ever thought.Missionary Disposition - Dale Cameron LowryTwo young men bound for Mormon missions decide to have one final hurrah before turning their lives over to the control of their church for two years. They meet up in the U.S. state of Colorado for ten days of camping and sex, then head to opposite sides of the world. But the enforced chastity of their missions can't make them forget their nights of passion, and when they return home, each is eager to show the other how sorely he was missed.

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Publié par	Andrews UK
Date de parution	28 avril 2016
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781785384646
Langue	English

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MAD ABOUT THE BOYS
A House of Erotica Collection
featuring stories from
E.C. Cutler
Hollis Queens
Vanessa de Sade
Sam Thorne
Dale C Lowry

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Mad About the Boys
Published in 2016 by
House of Erotica
www.houseoferoticabooks.com
an imprint of
Andrews UK Limited
www.andrewsuk.com
Copyright © 2016 House of Erotica under exclusive licence from the individual authors
The right of the authors have been asserted in accordance with the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1998
This book is sold subject to the condition that it shall not, by way of trade or otherwise, be lent, resold, hired out or otherwise circulated without the publisher’s prior written consent in any form of binding or cover other than that in which it is published, and without a similar condition being imposed on the subsequent purchaser.
The characters and situations in this book are entirely imaginary and bear no relation to any real person or actual happening.

Just My Luck
E.C. Cutler
Ash isn’t a gambling man, but a night at the casino might persuade him otherwise. And when his gorgeous best friend Danny makes a request to find out what sex with another man is like, Ash sees his luck changing for good.
“What do you reckon, Ash?” Danny said. “Time to call it a night?”
I looked at the pile of chips on the table before me, weighing up my options. I could walk away with my winnings now, or I could risk everything on one last spin of the wheel. I’d never considered myself an all or nothing kind of guy, but that was before I’d sat down for this game of roulette.
Coming to the casino had been Danny’s idea. I think he fancied living out some kind of James Bond fantasy. He’d certainly dressed the part, in a neat black suit, white shirt and with a bow tie around his neck. The ends of that tie now hung loose and he’d popped open the top button of his shirt. With his blond hair tousled and a Martini glass in his hand, he looked almost unbearably sexy, though I wasn’t about to tell him that. We’d been best friends for six years now, ever since we’d first started working together, and in all that time I’d done everything to keep my crush on him well hidden.
“ Monsieur ?” The croupier looked at me, waiting for my decision. When I’d first started playing, I’d thought he was putting on the accent for effect, but it turned out he actually was French. He’d quickly realised I was a roulette virgin, and outlined the various options to me before the first spin. He hadn’t advised me wrongly yet, and I was coming to regard the guy as my lucky charm.
I wouldn’t consider myself a gambling man, apart from buying the odd Lottery scratch card at a petrol station and my yearly flutter on the Grand National. I’d certainly never been anywhere like this, with its thick carpeting, hostesses in long evening dresses split to the thigh and air of quiet elegance. Even the slot machines seemed muted, unlike the noisy, flashing one-armed bandits I remembered from seaside amusement arcades.
I’d arrived at the table with twenty quid’s worth of chips. In a few spins, I’d amassed close to a thousand pounds. A good night’s work by anyone’s reckoning. There’d be no shame in leaving now, but I had the feeling my hot streak hadn’t quite come to an end.
I drained the last of my whiskey and soda. Pushing the stack of chips forward, I said, “Everything on twenty-two.”
Beside me, Danny hissed in a breath. Inwardly, I was sure he’d be calling me a stupid son of a bitch, and I couldn’t blame him.
“Very good. Now, ladies and gentlemen, no more bets, please.” With that, the croupier dropped the ball into the roulette wheel. It made swift, clattering progress, bouncing from one slot to another. I closed my eyes, unable to look. For the first time, doubts assailed me. Had I just chucked away enough money to fix the dodgy exhaust on my motorbike and pay for a week’s island-hopping in Greece?
All or nothing , I reminded myself.
The wheel slowed. I heard the ball rattle a couple more times, then come to a halt. Everything went silent.
“Fuck me,” Danny muttered, low enough that only I heard him.
I risked opening one eye. Couldn’t believe what I saw.
“Twenty-two wins it,” the croupier announced. He added what seemed like a ludicrous amount of chips to my pile, then pushed them back towards me.
For one moment, I seriously thought about placing another bet. Then reason hit. Whatever you’re doing, you have to know when to stop. I scooped up the chips, stuffing them into my pockets to make carrying them all easier. “Come on, Danny, let’s go cash these in.”
Ten minutes later, we were sitting in the back of a black cab, trying not to get excited over the fact I’d walked out of the casino with the best part of thirty-five grand in winnings. Away from the tense, adrenalin-laden arena of the roulette table, I was beginning to realise just what a massive risk I’d taken.
“That is possibly the craziest thing I’ve ever done in my life,” I said, pushing my hair back from my face. “I honestly didn’t realise the odds on a single number were so big.”
“And you know the best thing about it?” Danny said. “It’s all tax free.”
“Seriously?” If this was a movie, I’d probably have pulled fistfuls of twenty-pound notes out of my pocket and thrown them in the air, but the casino had insisted on paying me by cheque. Safer, I supposed, but not half so glamorous. “Christ, mate, tonight just gets better.”
Up ahead, the off-licence at the end of my street came into view.
“If you could take the next right here, please, driver, and then I’m about two hundred yards along on your left.” Even though all London cabbies pride themselves on their knowledge of the road network, I still can’t help giving them directions once I get close to home.
A couple of doors down from my house, building works were going on. The driver pulled the car up to the kerb, slotting into the space between a half-filled skip and the neighbours’ shiny black four by four. He switched the light on, letting me check the total on the meter. I dug into my wallet and pulled out my last twenty-pound note.
“Keep the change,” I told him.
“You flash git,” Danny grumbled good-naturedly as he followed me out of the cab.
I wasn’t quite sure how we’d arrived at the decision to come back to my place. Danny hadn’t said as much, but I suspected he was having trouble with his girlfriend again. He’d tried to break up with her a couple of times but he always kept going back. Part of me wished I could inspire the same kind of loyalty in someone, but the last thing I wanted to do right now was sit down and discuss my lack of love life. I was still stoked by my win and I wanted to party.
Inside the house, I told Danny to make himself comfortable in the living room while I went to get lagers from the fridge. I cracked open a couple of bottles of Peroni. When I took them through to Danny, he’d kicked his shoes off and was lounging on the couch.
“Cheers mate,” he said, taking one of the bottles from me. He took a long swallow while I threw myself down in an easy chair.
I jumped up almost at once, having sat on something that poked into my arse. When I fished it out of my pocket, I saw it was a red and white casino chip. “Wow, I thought I’d cashed them all in.”
“Keep it as a souvenir of an unforgettable night,” Danny replied. He fixed me with a look I couldn’t read. His pupils were wide, just a thin ring of green around them. The last time anyone had stared at me that way, it had been the prelude to some hot and heavy sex. “Can I ask you something?”
“Sure.” I set my bottle down on the coffee table before shrugging out of my jacket.
“Have you ever wanted to do something, but not known how to go about it?”
“Like what?” He sounded like he was about to confess something. I wondered if this time he really was planning to split up with Janine for good. It would explain his hesitancy.
“Well, I want to tell someone how I feel, and it’s - well, it’s kind of awkward.” He looked adorable, with his hair falling over one eye and the sweetest look of confusion on his face. I wanted to take him in my arms and tell him everything would be all right; that he’d find someone better than Janine. Someone who would make him happy.
“Tell you what,” I said, “why don’t you do what I’ve been doing all night? Go on your instinct. It didn’t let me down when I was at the roulette table.”
He got off the couch. Coming over to where I sat, he plucked the chip from my hand. He turned it over in his fingers. One side of the chip was plain, the other bore the name of the casino in raised lettering. “Okay. I’m going to toss this. If it lands face up-” he showed me the side with the writing to indicate what he meant “-I’ll go for it.”
“Sounds like a plan to me,” I said.
I watched as Danny flicked the chip up with his thumb. It spun in the air a couple of times, then came to land on the back of his hand. He slapped his other palm down on it. As he pulled the top hand away, I realized I was holding my breath, just as I’d done with all those spins of the roulette wheel.
I found myself looking at the words ‘Astley’s Casino - £5’. Whatever Danny wanted to say, the chip was telling him to do it.
He took a breath. When he reached for the lager bottle, his fingers trembled. He looked up from under his long eyelashes. “Ash, there’s something I’ve been thinking about for a while now. I’ve - I’ve been wondering what it would be like to have sex with another man. The other night, Janine and I were talking about fantasies, and I admitted to her that mine involves a threesome. Her, me, and some other guy. And what really gets me hot is the thought of me giving this guy a blowjob,