Fetish Xtra 46: Double Penetration (MMM)

by habu

BarbarianSpy

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Word Count: 13,555
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Here, in Fetish Xtra 46: Double Penetration, we have a fetish and fetish stories not included in the mammoth anthology Fetish Galore!.

This “Double Penetration” collection combines stories with an emphasis on men doing it with two others at the same time.

Habu’s fetish story collections explore the concept of gay male sexual fetishes and fill an underserved niche in gay male publishing with unusual and stimulating reads. A survey of readers and practitioners has revealed almost as many separate understandings of what a fetish is as there were respondents, with some opining that “anything goes” and anything beyond the missionary can be included. Others believe that only a limited number of practices can be considered unusual in this regard. Habu’s extreme fetish story collections explore the unusual and rarely described sexual practices in gay male literature.

Fetish Xtra 46: Double Penetration (MMM)
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Fetish Xtra 46: Double Penetration (MMM)

by habu

BarbarianSpy

Heat Rating: Sizzling
Word Count: 13,555
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From: The Golden Question

“I know. I just came to visit. I’m lonely for the company of crazy old men. I see that Sami is gone too.” I recognized the model in Onur’s painting. It was his sometimes houseboy, who easily got into a snit and went back to his boyfriend in Famagusta, only to return to Onur when he got hungry—and into a snit over something his boyfriend had or had not done.

“He’s been gone a week this time.”

“And you’ve had no one to . . . model for you since then? You know I could—”

“You’d have to take off more than those shoes and socks.”

“If it will make you forget about that night on the beach. It was your fault anyway—that cheap wine.”

He sketched me reclining on the low wall of the long loggia that ran across the sea side of the sand dune-hugging villa. I was leaning on a Moorish column, one leg on the wall, knee bent and my seaward side arm propped on the knee. My other leg stretching down to the tiles on the floor of the loggia, my toes reaching for the floor. My landside arm stretched loosely onto the thigh of my stretched leg, the fingers of my hand, at Onur’s direction, pointing to the goods dangling between my legs. I was half hard, also at Onur’s request, although I had to dredge up some pretty exotic thoughts to become that way.

“Very nice,” he said after about twenty minutes. I knew he was referring to my half hard-on and I also knew he had the sketch finished then. He always was in a trance while he was painting or sketching.

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