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King Cobra (Hot Rods)
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Author: Jayne Rylon
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mattress buddies.
    So why couldn’t he force his boots to unglue from the matted grass?
    “I’m not sure sharing is my thing.” Liar! His brain shouted at him, knowing full well that if the trio on display before him were Cobra, Kaige and Bryce—or any other combination of Hot Rods—he’d skid across the mostly cleared area beneath the makeshift pavilion like a World Series player stealing home.
    “Trying to play it cool, are you?” The man jerked his chin in Alanso’s direction. “I can spot that bulge from here, even in this shitty light. Impressive for a Mexican.”
    “ Pendejo , I’m Cuban.” Alanso tried to keep from letting this fucker get his hackles up. That wasn’t the part of either of them he cared to rouse tonight.
    “No kidding.” The guy rolled his eyes. “Your accent is pretty distinct. My grandmother’s from Matanzas. But I did get you to come closer, didn’t I?”
    “I don’t have an accent.” He tipped his head.
    One of the guys—Ronnie, he thought—still sucking away, choked, as if on a laugh.
    Alanso glared at him.
    “Hey now. We’re an equal opportunity kind of gathering here.” The guy smiled a bit, his face starting to relax as the men teasing him proved they were good at what they did. Maybe they’d teach Alanso a thing or two. “Come on, kid. I’m not going to last forever. Take what you want. At least let me get a better look at you while I cream their faces.”
    The top grunted. The guys at his feet braced his thighs.
    Alanso swallowed hard and glanced away.
    White Christmas lights decorated the stand of trees that sheltered like-minded men who had nowhere else to turn for what they needed. It was almost romantic and utterly heartbreaking simultaneously. He wished his first intentional male-on-male experience could have happened somewhere he felt more comfortable.
    Like maybe Eli’s desk in the garage office or up against a stack of tires.
    He didn’t count the day he’d actually touched the person he wanted most. Okay, fine, one of the people. Damn Joe and the crew for poisoning his brain with dirty possibilities. They’d guaranteed he was unsatisfied with anything short of a tender gangbang. Meanwhile, Eli had obviously been too shocked to listen to his better fucking judgment in the heat of the moment, but he’d snapped into shape as soon as they’d hit the highway toward home. Refusing to talk about what’d happened, he had slammed the door on any relapses.
    At least Alanso had experienced heaven once. The memory of Eli’s moans—and the heat of his come pouring over the Hot Rods tattoos on Alanso’s knuckles—would fill his mind as he fooled around with another man tonight. His imagination was strong enough to superimpose the crucial details over his make-do experience.
    Vivid enough they’d drive him to ecstasy or at least action.
    Going home without having taken his bisexuality for a test drive was not an option. Sure, he liked fooling around with women plenty. But now that he admitted to himself he’d always been kind of curious about men, he felt like he’d starved that part of him for far too long. The pussy he’d scored since the eye-opening round with the crew just hadn’t satisfied him.
    The urge to fuck—to be fucked—had grown in him until it hurt.
    And Eli hadn’t been there to take away the ache this time.
    No more.
    But he could use some help getting started. He hadn’t dared stop for a fortifying drink. Not when he was riding his motorcycle, and definitely not when he was flying solo over new territory. “Look, I—uh, I’ve mostly never done this before.”
    “Sure you haven’t.” The guy snorted. “It’s been my first time every other week for the last decade too.”
    So long in a meaningless cycle. Why hadn’t this guy found a lover? One he could take in the light of day? Was Alanso doomed to hiding in the shadows if he did this tonight? No, it was just a trial. A way to find out what he really wanted before he gambled
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