Tricks can mean many things: sex partners, deceptions, even magic ... or maybe all three.<br><br>Arliss is a gorgeous young dancer at Tricks, the hottest club in Chicago’s Boystown. Sean is the classic nerd, out of place in Tricks, but nursing his wounds from a recent breakup. When the two spy each other, magic blooms.<br><br>But this opposites-attract tale does not run smooth. What happens when Arliss is approached by one of the biggest porn producers in the business? Can he make his dreams of stardom come true without throwing away the only real love he’s ever known? And ... will it even matter if the mysterious producers realize their dark intentions?

Tricks

Sean’s own dick ached for release. He quickly undid his jeans and pulled them, along with his boxers, down to his knees. His cock stood out, pointing almost accusingly at Arliss. “I gotta come!” he moaned.


“Go for it. Shoot all over me, man.”


Arliss closed his eyes and, like the good boy he was, Sean complied with his wishes. By the time it was all over, Arliss was drenched in cum, its tangy, bleachy, saltwater aroma rising up. Arliss opened an eye to look at him, then grinned, exposing that sexier-than-hell gap in his front teeth. He scooped a sizable wad of Sean’s cum from his face and chest with his finger, stuffed it into his mouth, and gulped it down.


Sean shook his head. “Wow. That’s all I can say.”


“It’s not all I can say. This was fun, but let’s get into that bedroom. I want to take my time with you. I want to feel that cock in my ass.” Arliss bit his lip. “That is, if that’s okay with you.”


“It’s okay with me,” Sean said breathlessly.


Chapter 18