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Men of Mystery

Name: Men of Mystery
Author: Sean Meriwether
ISBN: 9781560236634

by Meriwether, Sean, Wharton, Greg

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Overview

Sixteen stories of erotic gambles where you stand to lose as much as you gain

Queer sex has always been dangerous—the physical act shared between men has been punishable by humiliation, imprisonment, violence, and death. But as gays move into the mainstream, is queer sex losing its edge? Has the gritty glamour of being a sexual outlaw faded? Men of Mystery presents 16 stories that abandon the sanitized version of homosexuality to drive down darker alleys searching for crimes of passion and hard sex that still carries a threat. You'll meet dirty cops who harass their suspects, shifty criminals who'll leave you aching for more, Mob types who live with the constant threat of death…even ghosts from beyond the grave who demand a whole new definition of pleasure. Hard guys, tough guys, rough guys who live in a down-and-dirty world where a real man takes what he wants whenever he wants it.

Men of Mystery gathers gay erotica's best and boldest writers to take you outside society's boundaries to do with you exactly as they please. Some of the stories return to the days before Stonewall, to a time of secret lives and hidden sex, when every tryst was still a crime. Others introduce you to the shadowy figures of the underworld; mobsters and hit men, chop shoppers and classic villains. Private dicks nosing their way into the tawdry underbelly of society, feeding their own desires while they service their clients; cops who are as hard on each other as they are on their suspects. And tales from beyond, where sensual spirits tease mortal men into paranormal submission.

Here's a taste of what you'll find in Men of Mystery:

"I'm a dead man," Kenny moaned, raw terror in his voice.

He was wearing a torn white T-shirt and he looked like he'd slept in the street. His black leather jacket was cracked and mottled with dirt and corrosion, and he didn't look like such a bad-ass in that jacket now.

"Hey, relax," I told him, patting him on the shoulder and handing him a glass of Old Crow. He drank it all down in one gulp, his hands trembling. The sharp smell of his fear filled the tiny apartment. I sat down on the coffee table and squeezed Kenny's arm. "What's up? Why would Lucky Joe want to kill you? You're one of his best runners, Kenny."

Kenny was out of it, sobbing hysterically. I'd always known that kid would crack under pressure, but God help me, I'd vouched for him anyway. When I brought him in I knew I was gonna be sorry one day, but I just couldn't say no to that kid. It wasn't just those dopey blue eyes that I could spend a whole year looking into; it's not just those big full lips or that tight ass of his or those tight jeans he wore. It was the way the whole package fit together into the finest punk piece of ass this side of the Hudson River.

From "Requiem for a Punk" by Thomas S. Roche