The Fist

by G R Richards

Genres: LGBT Gay

Synopsis

A collection of five erotic short stories with explicit sexual male on male action including fisting and anal penetration.

The Fist by G R Richards
When The Fist finds a slab of shortening in Deepack's locker, he wants to know what it's for and he just won't let it go. In the end, things get very heated on the factory floor and a crew of turned-on men can make a lot of noise. Eventually, they have to turn the compacting machine on to mask their yells of excitement.

Wired by Landon Dixon
Tim, the sparky, is on the job when he catches his bosses, Elliot and Dan on the job too. Unaware they know he's watching he 'enjoys' their display. The next day, Elliot accuses him of being a pervert and says he's going to teach him a lesson he won't forget in a hurry. Tied to the bed with his own wire, Tim is in no hurry for the lesson to finish.

Unleashing A Demon by Eva Hore
I knew I was gay, but I wasn't sure if Brad knew what he wanted. So when we end up alone on a hot nudist beach, I'm nervous as well as excited. But it isn't long before Brad is making some pretty hot moves.

The Running Man by Jade Taylor
Matt loves running, but the thought of his sexy next-door neighbour, Josh, always has him running faster towards home than away from it. He's too shy to make a move but then Josh asks him to help move a box from his wardrobe.

The box breaks to reveal its contents: Dozens of pictures of men in erotic poses. And very soon Matt and Josh are trying out some erotic poses of their own.

Basic Rules of Anal Sex by Kay Jaybee
New to London, Rob visits a club, and is handed a note by a stranger. The list is headed up Basic Rules of Anal Sex. When the stranger invites Rob back to his flat he goes without question. But will they both stick to the rules?

These stories have also been published in Boy Fun ISBN 9781907016097

Release date: August 24, 2010

Publisher: Headline

Print pages: 57

Sample

The guys loomed large around the lockers when Deepak came out of the washroom. Between Walter and Rude Rudy’s shoulders, he could just make out his door flung wide open. Shit. He had stuff in there he only wanted one person to see. Didn’t they know the meaning of the word privacy? There was a reason lockers had locks.

‘Hey, Deep-packed,’ a voice called out. It was The Fist. He was standing behind the other two guys. When Walter and Rude Rudy shifted to the side, Deepak observed with horror what Fist had pulled from his locker. He was just plain mortified. There was no way to talk himself out of this one. ‘What’s this shit all about, eh? You planning on baking some brownies after work?’

The Fist. Believe it or not, they were tight. Deepak would never have imagined it when they first met. The guys all called him The Fist because he claimed to be a fighter. He claimed to be. The Fist talked a good talk. And when a big black guy talks, you listen. Once Deepak realised talk was all it was, he warmed up to Fist big-time. He figured anyone who worked so hard to maintain a hard outer shell had something vulnerable on the inside. Of course, he’d never admit that to Fist.

‘Put it back,’ Deepak begged. ‘Please, before anyone else sees.’

At Fist’s side, Walter shook his head. He looked over at Rudy to say, ‘Well, I can’t say I understand why any man would keep a slab of shortening in his locker.’

Walter. Everybody knew Walter was deaf in one ear. Some freak childhood accident, at least that was the rumour. He had a hearing aid, but didn’t like to wear it in the warehouse. Too noisy. He got distortion, he said. Anyway, why waste batteries? Those things cost damn near a fortune. Walter was always hanging around The Fist. First off, they were cousins. Second off, he worried he’d be bullied by the other guys. Course, everyone loved Walter. Nobody would have laid a finger on him.

Rude Rudy was another story altogether. When Deepak first met the guy, he figured he’d be … well … rude. Crass. Tell dirty jokes, make suggestive comments. But that wasn’t it. Rude Rudy was called Rude Rudy because he didn’t have much to say. You could ask him a question and he’d give you a blank stare in return. Deepak asked Walter one time if maybe Rudy had a hearing impairment too. ‘No,’ Walter had told him. ‘Rudy’s just rude. He just don’t care what you think of him.’ Ever since, Deepak held Rudy in high esteem. He wished he could stop caring too.

As always, the tower of a man stared in silence. Deepak noticed his lips curling up at the sides. Rude Rudy knew why a person would have shortening in his locker, he just didn’t want to explain.

‘Cousin, you don’t want to know what a man can get up to with a slab of shortening,’ The Fist replied.

‘I do now,’ Walter said. ‘You got me damn curious.’

Thank God for the boss! From the lunchroom door, he called, ‘OK, enough chit-chat. Let’s get back to work.’

The Fist slipped the box of shortening into the front pocket of his hooded sweater. As everyone else set off into the warehouse, the boss walked their way. Fist shut Deepak’s locker door and leaned against it. ‘To what do we owe the pleasure of your company?’ Fist asked the boss.

‘To the shit-load of cardboard boxes out by the compactor. They’re full of fuckin’ Styrofoam. You four want to deal with that?’

A smile broke across Rude Rudy’s face. Walter spoke for all of them when he said, ‘You got it.’

It was the easiest work in the warehouse. They must have weaselled their ways into the boss’ good books. When they got to the compactors it looked like kids had been building box forts all around them. There was cardboard everywhere, piled way up high. Deepak started by dumping Styrofoam peanuts into clear bags. Packing could reuse them. The other guys broke down the empty boxes. Soon enough, Walter asked again, ‘What’s the story with the shortening? I can’t get over that one.’

With a wide grin, The Fist pulled it from his pocket. ‘Yeah, Deep,’ he said, feigning in. . .