Whether searching for a master, haunted by ghosts of lovers past, christening a friend’s new apartment, or grooming prize winning roses while being secretly seduced by a much younger man, these are men who love men, worshipers of the god Priapus, and privy to the secrets of Eros.
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It was a cold winter’s evening late in the Stone Age; the sun had gone down blazing over the plains of Thold; there were no clouds, only the chill blue sky and the imminence of stars; and the surface of the sleeping Earth began to harden against the cold of the night. Presently from their lairs arose, and shook themselves and went…
Dante had two loves in his life – his body and his bike, and both gave him pleasure. He had one of those male bodies that develops pretty much on its own and needs little maintenance. Most guys hated him in that respect, though what he did with his body pleased many of them.
At Chaps, a quasi-leather bar, he was dressed to seduce in faded tight blue jeans, black boots, a leather jacket, and his trademark shades with the stems disappearing in curly black hair. That was Dante. With his shades on and his eyes hidden, he would scour the room looking for a hunk for the night. Without knowing for sure if Dante were checking them out or ignoring them, newcomers could only look in his direction and fantasize.
While he had many friends in the bar who enjoyed watching his pick-up routine, Dante was unaware how much his performance was commented on, and even timed and wagered on. But he rarely failed to score.