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

and only now returned.

    By now his cock was fully extended, and he stole another lingering look into the mirror. Being a gay man in his late twenties, it wasn't as though what stood before him was much of a stranger,to him or to others, but still he felt the heat, the anticipation, of what was to come. He'd always been a sexual being, and even though he was cute and had a nice body and most nights had more offers for sex than he could handle, it didn't mean he shied away from the idea of self-pleasure. Toward the end with Dan, sometimes it was better.

    Face it, Erik, you're a sexy dude, time to remember that . The hair at his cock was decidedly trimmed, and just a hint of treasure wound its way up toward his belly. He had considered removing that trail altogether but tonight he was glad for it, ooh how it would look sneaking out from beneath the rim of the shorts.

    That's what he said to the mirror, and the smile he received back was devilish. This was fun. Clothes on, he knew his smile was one of his stronger selling points. Shed of society's skin now, he knew there were other attributes he brought to the game, but really, when you got to this point weren't you pretty much playing already?

    Reaching down, Erik stroked his cock, watching as the thick head grew just a bit more in size. He rubbed the tip, already beginning to feel the presence of pre-come. Yes, with what was about to happen, it wouldn't be long before satisfaction found it way back into his heart. Not long at all. See, he knew himself and he knew his limit and he knew his boiling point, and so he was right to tell Tim he'd meet them all at the bar in an hour.

    The moment of truth had finally arrived. The leather shorts, which had called to him from the store window and had ridden shotgun in the car, and had watched his strip show from inside the paper bag from NightLife. It was now his turn to reveal all. Erik moved back to the bed, and took hold of the bag as he would a first kiss from a new lover. Then he slid his hands inside the hungry mouth of the bag, emitting a sharp cry of desire as his fingers made initial contact with the soft leather. He waited a moment for the feeling to wash over him, coming to rest in the tips of his toes, the sensation orgasmic in nature. But no, he cautioned himself, not yet.

    He withdrew the tiny shorts from the bag, brought them over to the mirror. Spread between his hands, he at last drank in their appeal, growing thirsty at the thought of their appeal. His mouth dry, his fingers sweaty, Erik was suddenly a mix of tastes and emotions, the idea that what you most wanted was in close range and you feared they couldn't possibly live up to the expectation. But he knew these shorts would, oh yes, oh yes, oh yes. He knew exactly how they would feel.

    Bending down, Erik lifted one leg, then the other, and at last his skin had made contact with the silk-like, buttery leather. As he slowly slid the shorts up his legs, he watched in the mirror as the feathery hair on his legs bristled at the disturbance of the foreign material. But he kept going, the teasing sensation ratcheting up the temptation level. His cock bounced and flounced, as though realizing it was soon to be encased in a prison that threatened to keep it from its desperate, desired outcome. The leather shorts were making their way closer, over the knees and up the thighs, stretching its limits as tight material clung to muscular skin. Erik could feel his legs buckle, and for a moment he thought he might need to sit, to kneel, anything to secure his footing. But the wave passed, and once again the shorts were nearly at their destination. Just a few more inches and the ultimate in pleasure would be all his. The look, the feel, the delicate wonderful enticing touch of the most fabulous piece of clothing he'd ever owned, ever worn.

    Finally, he pulled the shorts up against his waist and he watched in the mirror as the tight fabric secured itself around his ass, gazed at