Manhandled

by Austin Foxxe

Genres: Anthologies; LGBT Gay

Synopsis

This sexually explicit collection of over 30 short stories is bound to enthrall gay men everywhere.

Release date: June 1, 2003

Publisher: Grand Central Publishing

Print pages: 352

Sample

Douglas

I live in New York City, on a quiet block near Central Park. I run there a lot, and the one thing that keeps me going is all
the hot guys who run past me. Sometimes I’m so worked up by the end of a run that I go right home and jerk off.


One Sunday afternoon, I’d just finished up a long, sweaty run. I was headed home when I noticed a couple of guys looking under
the hood of a black BMW parked in front of my building. They were both kind of cute, and there were two others sitting in
the car. I slowed down a bit so I could check them out, and my heart almost stopped when one of them looked up at me and spoke.


“Hey—you live around here?” He had a bit of a blue-collar, New Jersey accent and dark, Italian looks. I realized right away
that he was straight. Oh well.


“Uh, yeah…,” I answered.

“D’you think we could use your phone? We’re havin’ some car trouble.”

I hesitated for a moment. Should I let a complete stranger into my home? But he seemed honest enough— and owned a BMW, for
God’s sake—so what was he going to steal?


“Sure. I live right here.” I turned toward my building. As I was unlocking the door, I realized—to my surprise— that all four
guys were coming in. They were all dressed pretty hetero-casual: baggy jeans, T-shirts, flannels, baseball caps. Very Abercrombie
& Fitch. They weren’t model-handsome, but they were all cute in that average-Joe kind of way.


The first guy introduced himself as Tony, as typical as that seemed. He had a nice-sized build, dark hair, and sparkling green
eyes. The other three looked around my apartment while Tony used the phone.


“Shit!” he said after he hung up. “They won’t be here for a fuckin’ hour!” he said. At just that moment, he noticed the porno
tapes I kept behind a chair that happened to be near where the phone was sitting. He picked one up and looked at the pictures
on the box. “Oh, shit! You gay, man?”


I was a little worried about the tone of his voice, but answered weakly, “Yeah…”

He hesitated a moment, then looked around and said, “Well…I think we might have a very interesting way to spend the next hour….”
He grabbed the bulge in his pants. “Think you could do something about this?”


I was completely shocked. His friends seemed a little shocked too—but he was obviously the leader of this crowd. He asked
me where the bedroom was and went in. I followed. He was standing near the bed, his face so tough, yet so innocent. I walked
toward him slowly, and tried to kiss him. “Hey!” he said, pulling away. “I ain’t gay! I just like getting my dick sucked.
You do like to suck dick, don’t you?”


I got his meaning, and didn’t care if he was straight. I put my hand on his chest and worked his soft nipples through his
T-shirt. I slipped off the unbuttoned flannel and then his T-shirt. He had a beautiful, soft-yet-sculpted Italian football-player
build, with a smooth, olive complexion. His pecs were round and soft. Dark bushes of hair peeked out from under each of his
arms, one of which had a tattoo. He was hot.


I lowered my mouth to his nipples and worked them with my tongue, biting a bit into his soft flesh. In response they stood
at attention, and his body was so warm to the touch. I kissed my way down to his jeans, slowly unzipped them and pulled them
down along with his red Jockey shorts. His cock was magnificent—still soft but huge and thick, bursting out of an extra-thick
mound of dark hair. I gripped it with one hand and put my other on his soft ass. I held his dick up and worked his tight balls
with my tongue. They had a wonderfully musky scent.


“C’mon!” Tony urged with a moan. “Suck my dick, man! Take it!” He put his hands on my head, and I obeyed. His dick was beginning
to get firm. I sucked the head, moving it around in my mouth. I worked more and more of the shaft into my mouth as it got
ever firmer, ever bigger. Seven inches, eight inches. By the time it was hard he must have had nine or ten of the most solid,
fat inches of man meat I’d ever seen.


I began to work it harder and faster with my mouth and hand. “Oh, fuck yeah!” he moaned, rubbing one of his nipples. I wanted
it all. I reached my hands around and grabbed his ass, and in one swift motion I darted my mouth over Tony’s entire stiff,
hot cock. I could feel his enormous, engorged head filling my throat. His body twitched with surprise and delight as he firmly
grabbed my head and held it against his groin. “Oh, yeah! Oh fuck, man, yeah! Take it! Take it all!”


I deep-throated him several times. He met me each time with his soft body, his hot, saliva-covered balls hitting my chin and
my nose buried in his full, moist, musky mound of hair. “Aw, fuck, yeah! You really love that cock, don’t you, man? You guys
really know how to suck a fucking cock!”


I continued to slurp Tony’s throbbing piece of Italian meat. I couldn’t get enough. One of his friends had come into the room
and was watching the action, his own bulge growing noticeably bigger. The other two, a bit more shy, were watching from the
door. I had visions of group action, but knew that that fantasy was just too good to ever come true. My jaw was beginning
to get stiff and my throat was sore, but I didn’t care. I wanted more of this man.


The friend walked over to us, and stood behind me stroking the bulge in his jeans. He took one of my hands in his, and guided
it over the bulge, grinding himself against my palm so I could feel his stiff member through his jeans. It didn’t feel big,
but it sure felt hard.


He let it out. It was small, but thick and veiny. I stroked him with my hand while I continued to suck Tony. Then Tony pushed
my head off his dick and gave me my orders: “Hey—give Vince some of that!” I couldn’t believe his name was Vince, because
he looked like a Vince I knew in college—dark, awkward, and small with no build, but somehow attractive.


I twisted around and took Vince’s cock in my mouth. After Tony, Vince’s small member was refreshingly easy to take. And it
had a cleaner, sweeter taste. I took turns sucking the two of them. I’d hoped they’d turn some attention toward each other
too, but they kept their distance from one another.


Tony grabbed my head and rammed all ten of his inches down my throat once again. “Aw, fuck—I’m gonna cum!” He held my face
in his hairy mound. “I’m gonna cum! You wanna swallow my fucking cum?!” His cock throbbed in my mouth and I moaned as I felt
his hot man juices pulsating down my throat. His engorged head shot his cum so far down my throat I couldn’t even taste it,
but I felt its warmth flowing down my pipes. Vince was jerking himself into a frenzy.


“Aw, fuck, me too!” Vince pulled my head toward him to give me a taste of his cum, but it was too late. He shot a huge load
onto my face, neck, and chest. He spread it on my chin with his still-pulsating member. “Oh, yeah… oh, YEAH! You like the
taste of that, don’t you, faggot?” Normally that name would have offended me, but for some reason I now found it strangely
exciting.


The two other friends had entered the room. One was adjusting his bulge. The other, the only blond one, had taken off his
shirt and pulled his baggy jeans to his ankles. He had a skinny but unbelievably rock-hard and ripped build, and exceptionally
large nipples. There was a tattoo on one of his arms and he wore a thick, silver chain. He was working one of his nipples
with one hand and his cock with the other. “Hey, Mikey,” Tony said to him, “why don’t you let the cocksucker do that for you!”


I was exhausted—but the idea of three cocks in one day was too much to refuse. I’d never even been with two guys before, much
less three. He stepped out of his jeans and approached me, his lean, sinewy body flexing with each step, his long slender
cock bouncing and beckoning for attention. He got onto the bed and sat on his knees. I got on the bed on all fours, my own
cock throbbing in my shorts, and began to work Mikey’s slim cock. It was warm and delicious. I licked his balls to give my
jaw a rest, and it turned out that was exactly what he liked. “Suck it, man! Fuck, yeah… eat my fucking nuts!” He had the
heaviest Jersey accent, and for some reason that made me even hornier. He threw his head back in ecstasy as I ran my tongue
over and under his tight sac. “Oh, fuck, yeah!” he said. “He really does love to suck fucking cock, man!”


“Tell me about it,” Tony responded. “I’m ready for another round!” I felt Tony climb on the bed behind me. He wrapped his
hands around my waist to undo my shorts. Realizing they were elastic, he pulled them down to my knees with a hard tug. They
caught my raging hard-on, and with Mikey’s cock in my mouth I squealed in pain. “You ain’t felt nothing yet, boy!” he said.
“Wait’ll I get my cock in this little pussy!” He pulled the shorts all the way off, as well as my shoes and socks. All I had
on was my T-shirt, which Mikey grabbed hold of and used to pull me onto his cock. Seeing that Tony was stripping me naked,
he pulled it over my head and I slipped it off.


“You want it, boy?” Tony said. “Huh?” I could only moan my assent with Mikey’s cock in my mouth. “What?” he said. “I can’t
hear you!”


“Yeah!” I said, letting Mikey’s wet dick fall out of my mouth. “Fuck my ass!”

“Yeah?”

“Fuck me, please!” I begged. I couldn’t wait. “Fuck me hard! I want your cock inside me!”

“You want this cock?”

“Oh, yeah!”

“You want me to fuck your ass?!”

“Please!” Mikey impatiently grabbed my head with one hand and pointed his cock back into my mouth with the other. Tony slapped
my ass a few times and rubbed it. It stung. I felt his hot cock rubbing in my crack, and wanted him inside me so bad.


“Please…,” I said, “there’s condoms in the night table.” Tony pulled one out and started to slip it over his cock. Noticing
the lube in my night table too, he slathered some on his cock and on my asshole. “Fuck me!” I begged impatiently.


“You ready? You wanna be my little whore?”

“Please!”

I felt his head pressed on my butthole. He held it there for a few seconds, and then—without warning—he entered me all at
once. I don’t think he’d ever fucked an ass before. I screamed in pain; his dick was so fucking huge. But as he slowly slid
in and out, working deeper and deeper into my ass, pain gave way to sweet delight.


“Oh, fuck, yeah!” Tony yelled. “Oh, man! This ass is tight like a sweet little pussy! Oh, yeah! Fuck!” He seemed to be in
some disbelief about how good my tight, velvety ass felt as it embraced his swelling dick. I couldn’t believe it, either—I’d
always fantasized about being with two guys at once, and that dream was finally coming true. One cock ramming in my ass and
another in my face—it was outrageous! Two hard bodies banging into me at either end: Tony’s huge cock tearing my ass apart,
Mikey’s slim member working its way down my throat. Vince was watching and stroking his meat back to full glory.


“Oh, yeah! I’m gonna cum!” Mikey said as he pulled out of my mouth. His dick jerked and he shot a full load of hot jism on
my face. A lot of it hit my forehead and ran down my nose. I tasted it with my tongue as it dripped off.


Vince was ready for more, so he got in front of me and I sucked his cock again. It was easy to take his small dick in my mouth.
He wrapped his hands around my head and fucked my face; each time he slammed his body into me, Mikey’s fresh cum made wet,
sticky strings between my face and Vince’s soft stomach.


“Fuck! Eat my cock! Take it all! Aw, fuck, yeah!” Hearing this shy-looking, awkward boy order me around was really a charge,
and I could still taste his previous orgasm on his iron-hard shaft.


Meanwhile, Tony was really working my ass. “Oh, yeah, bitch! Take my fucking cock! Take it! Take it in that cunt!” He slammed
my ass with all the force of his body, faster and faster. He really couldn’t seem to get enough. If this was the first time
he’d fucked an ass, I’m sure it wouldn’t be the last. He loved it, rattling my entire body. “Ah, fuck! I’m gonna cum!” He
pulled his cock out, pulled off the condom, and stroked his cock furiously. He shot another nice load on my back, and some
of it even shot all the way up into my hair.


Before I knew what was happening, I felt a cock inside me again. But it wasn’t Tony—it was the fourth guy! In my abandon,
I’d forgotten all about him. He was big, probably 6-foot-4, with dark hair on his head and his well-defined chest. His cock
was even bigger than Tony’s.


“Give it to him!” Tony ordered. “Fuck him hard! Yeah, this pussy-boy likes to get fucked!” His cock was so huge, I really
didn’t think the initial pain would subside. And it didn’t—but the pleasure was just as great. I never felt so entirely filled
by another man; I thought his dick would come out my mouth and meet Vince’s.


“Hey, Joe,” Mikey said to him after a minute. “Let me try a piece of that ass!” Joe pulled out, and Mikey slid in. Mikey fucked
me harder and faster than any of the others had.


“Take it!” he said. “Take it, you little fucker—take my cock in your ass! Take it in your little pussy, fucker! Tighter! Tighter!
C’mon! Tighten that cunt, boy! Tighten it! Take my dick! Tighten that ass!”


He fucked me so hard that I slowly slipped down onto my stomach, his slender cock still reaming my ass. I almost thought I
wouldn’t be able to stand it, but soon Joe pushed him aside and gave me his cock again. I still couldn’t believe how huge
he was. He straddled my ass and slipped it in. “Oh, fuck! Oh, God, yeah! Take my fat cock!”


I was still sucking Vince, who wanted to try my ass, too. Soon he went behind me and pushed Joe aside.

“I want to see your face when I’m fucking you,” he said. “Turn over!” I turned over and put my legs in the air. He entered
me. His small dick was refreshing after Joe’s had almost torn me apart. “Mmm, yeah!” he said. “Tell me you like it!”


“Oh, yeah!” I moaned, my eyes closed.

“Look at me!” he said. “Tell me you like my cock!”

“Oh, yeah! Feels good… Pump it in me!”

“I said open your eyes, boy—I want you to see me fucking you!” So I did. His face scrunched up with each bang into my rattled
body. Joe came over behind my head and bent his cock into my mouth. I now realized he was uncut, so I gave special attention
to his fleshy head. Soon Mikey took another turn, fucking me hard once again.


“Ohhhh!” he yelled. “Yeah! Fuck yeah! Take my cock! Tighten your hole, boy!” My entire bottom felt like it must have been
black and blue. “Oh, fuck yeah! Take my fucking cock!”


All four of them kept taking turns fucking me at both ends; I can’t remember how many times. Eventually I came without even
touching my cock. My jism shot onto Mikey’s chest, who was fucking my face at the time. He seemed a little upset. “What the
fuck—?!” he yelled. “Don’t fucking blow your cum on me! Clean it off!” He got on all fours over my face so I could drink my
jism off of him. “Eat your cum! Eat it!”


Joe then straddled my chest, his knees in my armpits, and shoved his dick into my mouth. He held it steady with one hand and
pulled my head over his huge dick with the other. Mikey was reaming me again. “Make me cum! Tighten that ass!”


“Oh, fuck! I’m gonna cum!” Joe pulled out of my mouth and drizzled a huge load on my mouth and chin. When he climbed off,
I realized that Vince and Tony were jerking off next to me. I grabbed Tony’s cock to help him. He came for a third time, all
over my chest. This boy couldn’t get enough! I milked every last drop out of his man meat. Soon Vince moaned. “Oh, yeah! Oh,
yeah! I’m cuming again! Taste it!” His load ended up on my hairy chest too, and I ran my hand through it and licked the mixture
off my hand as Mikey plugged away.


“Aw, yeah!” Mikey yelled. “I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum in your ass! You like that, boy? Huh?” I was almost comatose, and
could only moan in assent. “What? You want my cum in you, you little fucker? You want me to fill your hole? You want my cum
in your ass? Aw fuck, yeah! Here it comes! Take it! Take it!!” He slammed into me harder than ever, and I swear I could feel
his hot load splash inside the condom he had worked so far up my ass-hole. “Aw, yeah! Fuck! Mmm, yeah!”


He pulled out. My ass was in shambles. Mikey straddled my neck, pulled off the condom, and made me suck the cum off his cock.
“Taste my cock again. Lick it clean.” I licked those juices off, and finally passed out from exhaustion.


I woke up about two hours later. The boys were gone, and so was the car. My entire bed was stained with cum; my entire body
was sticky and caked with dry man juice. My throat was so sore I could barely talk, my ass so numb I could barely walk.


In other words, I was in ecstasy.

Hank Arnold

Rowdy charged out from under his showerhead and slammed my sorry ass against the wall of the washhouse, shoving his grinning
kisser close to mine. His hot breath all but steamed the water off my cheeks.


“I caught’cha checking out my backside this time, you little horndog,” the naked cowhand whooped. “Admit it! You’re hot for
my tail.”


“I’m not,” I grunted, frowning, trying to squirm out of his clutches. Having big, muscular Rowdy grappling me was firing off
sensors in my gonads that were gonna have my dick announcing to the whole damn bunkhouse just how queer I was if I didn’t
get away from him.


He held me against the wall at arm’s length. “Nuthin’ wrong with appreciating a man’s finer ass-ets,” he chuckled. Rowdy fancied himself a smart man. He was always showing off by announcing how he was working on the Denver Post crossword puzzle.


Far as I was concerned, smart ass was more like it. Oh, shit, thinking about Rowdy’s ass … there went my dick. And he was holding my arms, so there was no way I could cover my stiffer.


He leaned into me again. “You are such a pretty little cowpoke.” His whisper tickled my ear; his stubble scraped my chin.
“All smooth and hairless like you been scraped clean. I wouldn’t mind licking off them fine, soft hairs, if you want.” He
pushed himself out to look at me. “And here I’m such a big ol’ older, hairy piece of meat.” He looked down. He focused on
my dick. His jaw dropped. “Talk about a big ol’ piece of meat….”


Oh, man, I got as red as some of them peppers Cook serves us, “to keep your nelly-ass balls from dryin’ up.”

“Hank, son,” Rowdy wheedled, “where you been hiding that howitzer?” He tucked his head and winked at me. “Is that mine? Looks
like my sweet butt brought out the best you got to offer. Why don’t we figure something extra special to do with it.”


I really started struggling to try and break away, but that dick of mine had a fucking mind of its own. It wouldn’t go down.
There was no way I could allow Rowdy to show me off to the rest of the boys. Everybody on that damn ranch was straight. If
they found out I wasn’t, my life would be hell, if not worse.


He was stronger’n me and had a really good grip. No matter how I twisted and strained, he hung on—and I had even been a second-string
wrestler in high school.


The only thing left to do was to knee him. I didn’t want to think about what damage I might do, but I was desperate.

I shot my knee out. “Haw!” Rowdy jumped back, grabbed me under my raised leg, and yanked up, dropping me like a sack of feed
onto the shower room floor. His big body came crashing down on top of me.


The water from the showers, still running full blast, hit me full in the face before it splintered off the muscles of Rowdy’s
broad back as he jumped onto me, straddling my midsection and pinning me down.


In one quick move he reached back and caught my legs under the knees with his arms and yanked them up around his sides. My
body slid underneath him. My hard dick bumped off his tailbone and up his backside.


He rose up on his knees and hopped his butt up onto my chest. I punched at him best as I could, but I could hardly see from
the water in my eyes. Suddenly I felt my hands locked tight inside his big fingers. I was trussed up like a calf about to
get branded. Except I’d never seen a cowhand sitting on a calf’s chest, with a big dick waving in the calf’s face. And that
sure was what was waving in front of mine: a thick, meaty pole, curving down from its heavy weight and dripping with greasy
precum. It was filling and straightening up faster’n I could get the water shook off my face.


By the time I could see clear, that wet, brown fence-post, with its blood-filled maroon knob, was pointing straight at me.
It was the finest example of rock-hard manhood I had ever laid eyes on. And it was only inches from my lips. All I had to
do was lean forward and pop it into my mouth.


While I was shooting my head forward, I might have reasoned—in the hope that I wasn’t about to get my skull beat in—that even
a straight guy might like a good blow job from a queer, but, truth is, I wasn’t thinking about anything except getting that
western sausage lodged somewhere down my gut in the vicinity of my belly button.


Rowdy was pure prime. I had admired his dick—along with his butt, and the low-hanging set of furry ovals that dangled underneath
his dick—many a time in the showers.


His body went tense, and I heard the air suck into his chest as my jaw stretched wide and my lips locked over the veiny pole.
He had a fine, manly stalk. I paused long enough to let my tongue circle the fat bulbous head, dipping and curving over the
round prow and the splayed flange. Digging my teeth gently into the gristle of his throbbing shaft, I felt the thick, bulging
veins pump against the inside of my cheeks.


Rowdy’s thighs, clinched around my chest, began to relax. I shoved my head farther down his pole, sucking and slurping as
I went.


He let his arms drop, freeing my legs. Lowering my feet to the slippery floor, I set my heels against the rubber matting and
pushed. Underneath him, my body slid forward, my shoulders went up the wall, and my head tilted in. I munched in about half
of his honker.


A low rumble started in Rowdy’s chest; air whistled through his pursed lips. One hand curved around my head to help take the
strain off my neck as I sucked, and the other hand slid around his back to grab hold of my dick.


“Mmmmm.” He pumped his butt back and forth, pushing his meat all the way into my mouth and pulling it out, ’cept for the big,
juicy head. On the backstroke, I scooped precum out of his piss slit onto my tongue and laved the grease down as much of the
shaft as I could wrap my trapped mouth-snake around before he drilled forward again.


I dove deep into his pubes, sinking my nose into his soapy bush. His dick pushed into my mouth, past my tongue, and down into
the depths of my clutching throat, giving my gag muscles a run for their money and his monster meat a real workout.


“Hollee… Son, you are a wonder,” I heard him mutter. “That is a wonderful mouth.”

It’s a damn wonder of a mouthful, I thought, savoring the tasty beef and grinding my chin against his heavy hangers. He milked my dick with his fist the same
way I milked his dong with my jaw. And soon enough we were getting rewarded for our efforts.


I went first, powering out a load that almost back-flushed into my trussed-up nuts, since Rowdy had such a tight grip on my
rod. But once he figured I was cuming he loosened his fingers and I spewed a fine fountain of cum, wetting his back, which
was already being needle-sprayed by the shower.


My body jerked and I powered out another healthy burst of cream, and another, and finally a couple of shots that we only later
learned had roped all the way up into his thick dark hair.


A chuckle bounced up from his flat abs and, after determining I had finished shooting my wad, he let go of my meat and swung
his arm around to join his other one in cupping my head. Firmly fucking my face, he brought himself nearer and nearer to the
big roundup.


His body went stiff as he lifted his butt off my chest to shift his hips forward. My face mashed into his belly and his massive
member seemed to grow thicker and longer as his nuts tighten. . .