Men in Shorts: An Erotic Anthology by Lori Perkins Read Free Book Online Page A

voice in his head if he didn't rush home and try these shorts on. So there he stood before the oval mirror, staring at his dressed-to-party outfit, which he would quickly shed, like a snake does its skin, and reveal his new, desirous look.

    Even when casually undressing, Erik thought there was something wildly erotic about exposing your skin and your self to whomever was watching. A close friend, a new lover, or just your own being and whatever fantasies that lived inside you. The past few weeks, he'd been alone with those fantasies, remembering lovers from before Dan had entered his life. His current fantasy certainly involved the beautiful pair of shorts he'd just spent his hard-earned money on, and so without further ado, his own party began.

    At twenty-seven, Erik was in great shape, not one of those gym-toned bodies but more naturally slim that he further benefited from with a thrice-weekly jog through Laurel Canyon. His clothes clung tightly to his body, often leaving little to the imagination. Still, there was nothing like the real thing, peeling away layers to reveal it all.

    So he shed himself first of his shirt, one button at a time, choosing to go from bottom to top. In the mirror he watched as his flat stomach was exposed, his blip of a belly button and above. At last the final button was released, he slid the shirt off his shoulders, watching the reflection in the mirror as it billowed to the ground behind him. His nipples were already hardened, but then again, he thought they had been since the moment he'd touched the shorts. Gazing at his chest, his strong pecs, the silky smooth skin, he knew he was all that and more. God, it felt good to think of himself this way, positively. Like someone could find him attractive again.

    His hands wound their way down his chest, his fingers further teasing his nipples into submission. Twisting them ever-so slightly, he winced at the first sign of pain, then pushed just a bit further. Biting his lip, closing his crystal blue eyes, he imagined his hands now belonged to a dark sexy lover with gentle hands and rough intentions, gliding down the center of his chest. His touch sent shivers of desire throughout his body, beyond a tickle but not quite an orgasm. His breath was short, nearly a pant.

    Just then his fingers came to rest on the snap of his jeans, and with a quick one-two motion, not only did the snap come undone but the zipper slid open to reveal a pair of black underwear. His thought? Boring! Removing the jeans from the rest of his body took a bit more effort. They were his super-skinny ones and he wore them like paint. Again, his mind flashed an image of clothes fitting tight against his body, this time he was clad in his newly gained shorts. A stirring in his shorts brought him back to the moment.

    Dressed now only in his undies, Erik took to the mirror like a model getting a first look at his latest outfit. He swirled, he turned, he gazed, then he slapped his butt for fun, the impact coming harder than he even expected. Dan had been a plain lover, never taking things to an edgy level. It felt good to hear the smack of skin against skin, hand against ass. Again, his cock stirred, beginning to rise now from its dormant position and into a more prominent role in this ever-deepening fantasy.

    Once again, Erik's hand did the talking, his fingers slipping beneath the elastic of his shorts and gently easing them off his slim hips until the force of gravity took control and did the rest. At last, the final garment lay at his feet, and with a playful twirl he kicked his foot into the air and watched as the shorts went sailing across the room. They landed on the lamp by his bedside, immediately sending the room into darker shadows. He looked around, and it was almost as though there were three of him in the room.

    "Ooh, a threesome. Kink-o-rama," he said, laughing. The sound of his voice echoed in the room. It felt unfamiliar, as though it had disappeared a while ago