Ian is intrigued by the idea of “servicing” straight guys, and through a friend contacts Shawn. Although the experience is not quite what he expected, Ian discovers a deep satisfaction in being submissive. Shawn, an amateur boxer, begins to visit more frequently, sometimes even sleeping over. Ian also visits Shawn at the gym to watch him train. The two men connect, and Ian is hopeful something more might develop. Then Shawn dies unexpectedly in Ian’s bed. Now Ian finds himself facing the suspicions of the investigating policeman, Glen, even though Shawn died from natural causes. When Glen returns to question Ian further, he begins asking for specific details about Ian’s and Shawn’s relationship. Then he insists on Ian performing re-enactments. Soon all pretense is stripped away as things grow more intense between them. Ian starts to hope something might be developing with Glen. But the cop is keeping secrets from him. Will Ian still be interested when he discovers why Glen initiated things between them in the first place?

The Pugilist at Rest

By now my motor was really running. I was, so to speak, operating from my wheelhouse. I had the man close—the cock swelling further—and then let him down again. He said nothing and I almost chuckled, thinking that under these conditions I could torture this bastard for a good hour. And I wanted to. But I wanted other things, too, like his semen—and it was that desire that tripped me up. I pulled at the head with my lips tightened around the flare of flesh, while laving the velvety skin with my tongue—when he began to cum.


It happened without warning, without him thrusting to the back of my throat, and the hot, salty semen hit my tongue and the roof of my mouth in a manner I found exquisite. I continued to suck, hard, and he gave a slight groan, even going so far as to rest his fingers on the top of my head at one point.


I was near orgasm myself, it was so intense. But as he finished and began to recover, so did I—with a slight feeling of disappointment.


Chapter 17