Author: RP
Andrews
Title: Buy Guys
Publisher: Wilde
City Press
Release
Date: December 16th, 2015
Genre: Male Erotic Gay Fiction
Tags: Erotic, Mystery/Suspense, Romantic,
Thriller/Crime
Heat
Level (1 being no sexual content, 5 being
erotica): 5
Pairing: M/M
Length: 25,000
words (novella)
Book Blurb
Pete, a
young, gay handsome drifter, is convinced by his roommate Blaze to join him and
leave dreary Jersey for sunny, sex-drenched Fort Lauderdale. Their mission is
simple: make a free and easy living as male prostitutes on the escort site, Buy
Guys. For a while things seem to go their way, but as Pete falls deeper in love
with Blaze, he is drawn into a much more sinister scheme that eventually
threatens to destroy them both.
Excerpt
It was just after seven in the
morning when Pete got back to the house from his graveyard shift sweeping the
factory floor at Brewers Screw and Fastener Company. After making himself a cup
of coffee, Pete tiptoed into Blaze’s room and took a seat in the corner,
quietly staring at his roommate asleep in all his naked glory, his smooth,
melon butt jutting out from under the covers. Pete knew Bruno had been there
tonight. The big brute was allergic to latex and the box of lamb skin condoms
Blaze used when he fucked him was still on the bed stand.
It had been three months since Pete
saw Blaze’s ad for a roommate - “masculine gay preferred” - on Craig’s List,
and for Pete the timing couldn’t have been better. They hit it off over coffee
at Starbucks, Blaze, the tall, slim, smooth, clean-shaven dirty blond, Pete,
short, burly, bearded, dark and furry just about everywhere. Though they were
both total tops, Pete felt an immediate attraction to his new surfer boy buddy
and was happy when Blaze suggested that three-ways might be fun and set one up
that same night with an old fuck buddy of his. Pete never let on the real fun
for him was watching Blaze in action.
When he was sixteen, Pete’s crazy
dad, who had beaten him up since he was a kid, suffocated his pill-popping
mother with a Walmart plastic bag in a drunken rage and was now rotting for the
rest of his life in Trenton State Prison. No foster home for him, Pete hitched
rides with truckers he blew for food till he got to San Francisco where,
grabbing a room off Harrison, South of Market, he worked the window at Blow
Buddies, played bouncer at the Lone Star Saloon, was a sometime-escort to rich
old fucks on the hills, and drifted in and out of a meth habit—twice. The last
time he slammed was that weekend in Seattle. After what happened there, he
stopped cold turkey and swore to himself that he would never touch the stuff
again.
Then last August, out of the blue
he heard from his father’s brother, twice-divorced Uncle Walt, who lived in
Lyndhurst, New Jersey in a small clapboard house not far from where Pete had
grown up. Seems Walt, a three-pack-a-day man, was dying of lung cancer and
wanted Pete to come back and take care of him, wipe his ass, change his
piss-stained sheets, and feed him like a baby, and for that, Pete would get the
old man’s house, a fifty-thousand-dollar life insurance payout, and his 2004
Ford Bronco.
Sweet.
Only, after Walt kicked, Pete
learned the house had a reverse mortgage on it and the bank owned it now, and
the insurance policy was as real as his last trick on meth back in San
Francisco.
At least the Bronco worked.
At Walt’s funeral, Pete ran into
one of his old Garfield High chums, a security guard at Brewer’s who got him
the job, and a week after that, just as he was being kicked out of his uncle’s
house, along came Blaze’s ad.
Pete had been sitting in Blaze’s
room for about twenty minutes when the dirty blond woke up. It was time to tell
him the bad news.
“The fuckin’ rumor’s true.”
“Whatya mean?” said Blaze, turning
over to show off his morning woody. Pete had seen it dozens of times before,
but it was still, well, pretty. A nice seven inches, cut. Just like his.
“The rumor about Walmart buying up
the factory to build a supercenter. They posted the notice at the time clock.
The place is shutting up the end of the month, which means Friday.”
Blaze rolled out of bed and walked
over to the bathroom a few yards away to take his overdue piss. “Well, then,
it’s time,” he yelled as he relieved himself, “I mean, that is, if you wanna
come with me.”
“Come with you where?” said Pete,
still sitting in the corner of Blaze’s room.
Blaze walked back in. “To warm,
sunny Lauderdale where we can play whores for hire.” He grabbed his silver and
gold ID bracelet with his initials, BET for Blaze Eliot Talbot, from on top of
his dresser and put it on his left wrist. “The place is loaded with lonely old
retired gay guys with dough who’ll just eat us up.”
“You’re— You’re nuts—no, delusional,” said
Pete, thinking this was all a joke.
“Hey, I checked it out on the web,”
replied Blaze, scratching his pubes. “There’s even a site and a phone app
called Buy Guys where we can sell what we got.”
“But, I—I don’t know…”
“You told me you fucked guys for
money back in SF, didn’t you?”
“Yeah…”
“And I had a guy keep me in
Manhattan for almost five years.”
“Till you said he kicked you out on
the street for some younger blond bimbo.”
“His fuckin’ loss. Hope the shits
get AIDS,” said Blaze, grabbing his Samsung from the bed stand.
“So we were both pay boys, so?”
“So, we both know nothing makes the
cock harder than a stack of twenties on the bureau. Or keys to his Lexus.”
Then he moved in closer and stared
at Pete, straight on.
“Listen, I was meaning to talk to
you about this for a while, but now your little setback is the kick in the ass
we both need to make it happen. You think I wanna keep fuckin’ Lardass forever
just to save a few bucks on the rent?”
After Sydney kicked Blaze out of
his Upper West Side condo, Blaze, who grew up in Totowa, decided to come back
to his roots and grabbed a job as a driver and catch-all man for Bruno and his
Forest Rest Funeral Home in upscale Fair Lawn. Married with three kids, Bruno
took a liking to his dirty blond assistant, gave him a place to live in the
lower apartment of the two-family house in Garfield he inherited from his
mother, and took half off the rent if Blaze would fuck his fat, furry ass
whenever Bruno felt like it.
“Let me show you what I’m fuckin’
talkin’ about,” said Blaze, pulling up the Buy Guys app on his phone and
handing it over to Pete, who began flipping through profile after profile of
the young, hung, and beautiful.
“And we’re gonna compete against
all these pretty boys?” said Pete, laughing.
“Take your fuckin’ clothes off and
come over here,” instructed Blaze with a dare in his voice as he walked over to
his dresser with the large mirror. Blaze was two years younger than Pete,
twenty-five versus twenty-seven, but Pete felt he was always the one who needed
somebody to show him the way. Right then, that somebody was Blaze.
“Now, did you ever see two hotter dudes in
your life?” laughed Blaze. Both their dicks were getting hard.
Pete smirked back at the two of
them in the mirror.
“And we got a gimmick the rest of
those little boys ain’t got,” said Blaze. “We can bill ourselves as a team. The
dynamic duo!”
Author
Bio
RP Andrews spent most of his life
in New York City as a public relations executive before relocating to Fort
Lauderdale in 2002, where he enjoyed a brief second career teaching writing at
a local university.
All his works of erotic gay fiction and non-fiction are available
at amazon.com and barnesandnoble.com and selected publisher websites.
His first work of erotic gay fiction, a collection of edgy short
stories called Basic Butch, was originally published by San Francisco-based
GLBT Publishers in 2008. Basic Butch features characters who go down life paths
that, in the end, they wish they had never explored.
His latest works of serious gay fiction include:
The Czar of Wilton Drive, the story of Jonathan Antonucci, a
twenty-one-year- old,
barely-out-the-closet gay man from suburban New York who overnight finds
himself a multimillionaire, thanks to a bequest by his late gay uncle. Uncle
Charlie has unexpectedly died of a heart attack, leaving him the sole owner of
several of the most successful bars in Wilton Manors, Fort Lauderdale’s gay
ghetto, making Jonathan the Czar of Wilton Drive.
Flying down to Lauderdale to claim his bequest, Jon encounters
Uncle Charlie’s dubious friends and business associates, and is immediately
submerged in Lauderdale’s scene of unbridled sex and heavy drugs. He also
discovers his great uncle’s memoirs which reveal truths not only about Jon’s
own past but also what may have really happened to his uncle. In the end, Jon
is torn between avenging Uncle Charlie’s death or loving the man responsible
for it. From Kokoro Press.
Not In it For The Love, set at the turn of the new millennium.
Josh, a young street-smart Florida drifter is snatched from his dead-end
existence as a male hustler in a cheap Key Largo motel by Bishop, a Wall Street
power broker who sets him up as his trophy boy in Manhattan society.
There, Josh, after leading a promiscuous lifestyle within New York
City’s gay sub-culture, meets Hylan, a young, bi-racial, down-on-his luck,
wheelchair-bound musician who awakens in Josh what love can be between two men.
But their chance at happiness and the lives of those around them are forever
changed by 9/11. From Totally Bound Press.
Buy Guys, his latest novella to be published by Wilde City Press
in early 2016, is the story of Blaze and Pete,
two young, handsome drifters with nothing and nothing to lose. Blaze convinces
Pete, who is falling in love with him, to leave dreary New Jersey and lead free
and easy lives as male prostitutes in sunny Fort Lauderdale, posting their
profile on the male escort site, Buy Guys. Blaze, however, soon pulls Pete into
a much larger, more dangerous scheme, a scheme that eventually threatens to
destroy them both.
RP Andrews’ daily social commentary blog on gay life in America
has been running since 2010 at str8gayconfessions.com, and a second edition collection of these
commentaries is available as an e-book on amazon.com. Confessions of a Str8Gay Man is RP Andrews’ unvarnished, unorthodox views
of Modern Gay America which are often counter to today’s political correct gay
media.
In addition, there is Furry Man’s Journal, his erotic memoirs as a hirsute gay man as
told through his experiences with the dozen iconic men in his life.
For more info, visit rpandrewsgayfiction.com on your laptop; or gay-erotic-fiction.com on your tablet or smartphone.
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