Blacke was always a bit distant to Greene, but one night in Blacke’s mansion was enough to rekindle their romance from long ago. But when his lover goes missing, life gets complicated. Can Greene suck, screw and fuck his way to the truth about the billionaire Blacke? Warning: This 3,400-word mystery contains mutual masturbation, voyeurism and a rough gay menage that you won’t soon forget! –EXCERPT–There’s no trick. I have something planned for y’all tomorrow, and I guess I’m worried, He lowed his voice and pushed himself closer to Greene. Besides, I haven’t been alone with you in a long time. Blacke reached up and grazed his lips against Greene’s neck, sending shivers down the man’s spine. Can you help me?Greene sighed. “Get over here.” He met Blacke in a firm kiss, rolling his tongue over his friend’s teeth and lips. Blacke seemed determined to meet force with force; he held the shorter man’s lower lip in his teeth. Greene traced his fingers down his friend’s neck and chest. The muscles shifted beneath the hairy surface. He followed the rugged path south until he hit the unfortunately-named cock. He gripped the base of the chamber and pulled in with his index finger. Pew pew.Blacke gave Greene’s nipples a tweak. Don’t be mean to Pistol. He’s just trying to survive.I don’t remember that being an issue.I think a formal apology would be in order.
