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Broken Boundaries

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Edited by Shannon Combs.

Photography and cover art by Les Byerley.

Electronic book Publication March 2009

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B ROKEN B OUNDARIES

Evangeline Anderson

Prologue

Large warm hands touched him, caressed his back, stroked his sides and eased him

onto his stomach. Large hands. Warm hands. Masculine hands.

Chaz felt a surge of fear mixed with desire as those hands coaxed his legs apart. He

didn’t want to do this, he told himself. Didn’t want to go this far. But he felt powerless

to stop the other man, the man who was touching him, stroking him. And despite his

fear he could feel his cock pulsing against the mattress under him, pulsing in time with

his heart in a rhythm of pure desire.

“You want this.” The man who was touching him spoke at last. “You want this,

Chaz, don’t try to deny it. You want me in you. Fucking you.”

“No,” Chaz denied it in a voice that cracked uncertainly. “No, I-I don’t like other

guys that way. I’m serious, man—get off me.” But even as he was protesting he could

feel the hands moving around the sides of his body. He lifted his hips eagerly, making

room between his pelvis and the mattress so that the other man could touch him, hold

his throbbing cock in a firm, masculine grip. He groaned softly into his pillow as the

man began to stroke him from root to tip, using a slow, deliberate rhythm that told

Chaz he knew exactly what he was doing and wasn’t planning to stop anytime soon.

“Admit it.” The man’s voice was deep and somehow familiar. “Admit what you

want. What you need. Tell me you want me to fuck you, Chaz.”

“No!” Chaz struggled briefly but the man only tightened his grip on Chaz’s shaft

and used the momentum to spread his thighs wider. Chaz gasped when he felt a hard,

warm chest settle against his back and another hand beginning to spread the vulnerable

cheeks of his ass.

“Yes,” the voice whispered in his ear. “This is what you need, even if you won’t

admit it. A thick cock in your sweet virgin ass. You need a man in you—topping you,

owning you. You need this, Chaz.”

“Please…” There were tears pricking behind Chaz’s eyelids and he struggled to

hold them back. But even as the hot shame broke over him, his cock in the man’s warm

palm still wouldn’t go down. He felt the man shift on top of him and then a blunt, moist

probe pressed against the entrance to his body. The other man’s cock, he realized with a

shock. It was poised to penetrate him at any moment. In fact, he could feel the broad,

plum-shaped head sliding into him even now, breaching his defenses, stretching his

narrow opening with its thickness.

“Just relax,” the deep voice ordered.

“God, please no…no!” he begged as the man continued the slow, inevitable thrust

into Chaz’s body. “Please, I don’t want to…don’t want this. Get off me!”

Broken Boundaries

“If you don’t want it then why are you still hard? If you don’t want it then why are

you opening up for me so easily?” the deep voice demanded in his ear. And to Chaz’s

horror, the man was right. He could feel his cock throbbing harder than ever and

despite the stretching pain of entry, he could feel himself yielding to the thick invader,

relaxing enough to let the other man into his body, trying to be open enough to

accommodate the other man’s cock as it drove deep inside him. He could feel the other

man’s hips flush with his buttocks now and knew he was all the way inside, filling

Chaz completely. Owning him as he had promised.

“I’m not like this,” he whispered, feeling the hot, salty tears spill into his pillow,

even as the cum begin to spill out of his cock in hard, short bursts.

“Yes, you are. And the sooner you accept it, the better,” the deep, familiar voice told

him. “So just relax and let me fuck you.”

“No, no…please—”

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

“Wake up,” a deep voice ordered. The same voice that had been in his dream? Chaz

wasn’t sure.

“Wha…?” He looked around the darkened room blearily, uncertain of where he

was.

“It’s just a bad dream,” the voice told him softly. “Don’t worry, Brighton. You

haven’t been fucked. Yet.”

“Haven’t been—?” Chaz woke up completely with a start, his heart pounding, his

cock painfully hard between his thighs. God, what was that dream? The one he kept

having—the one that wouldn’t leave him alone? He rolled over restlessly and touched

the hard, warm, masculine back of the man beside him by accident. Part of him wanted

to stay there, wanted to share the warmth and companionship of the man in his bed but

he knew it was wrong, sick to want those things. Reluctantly, he rolled away, trying to

put space between them, trying to forget the demanding heat between his thighs as his

cock ached for the contact he denied it.

I’m not that way, he told himself, trying to make himself believe it. Not that way. Not

that way.

After a while he drifted off to sleep again, remembering where this had all begun a

little more than three weeks before…

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