Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 5

to separate each globe before I give in to the need, kneeling to take each testicle into my mouth. I suck, nip, and chew on the lovely offerings. The mewls of pain and pleasure, a backdrop as I sink into my own urges. After taking my pleasure on his balls, I set my teeth a little over an inch apart and pull back from the single testicle in my mouth, forcing it to exit through the space provided. The keening from farther up the bed is music to my ears.
    At the height of his cry, I reach up and wrap my hand around his cock, giving him two strong pumps that make his hips arch off the mattress and wrench his testicle from my mouth. His cry ends in a strangled whimper, hips frozen in the air, his abdominal muscles rigid as my rough fingertips drag up and down the satiny surface.
    Once he breathes again, it is ragged and shallow. His muscles tremble as he slowly lowers his hips back to the bed. His red slick testicles show my teeth marks, another brushstroke on my perfect canvas.
    THE END
    Author bio: Jason Huffman-Black could be described as the porn star alter ego of the mild-mannered co-moderator for the Goodreads M/M Romance Group. By day, Jason posts author news and fields gay sex questions, while Mr. Huffman-Black travels the globe on such adventurous excursions as wrestling the one-eyed spitting serpent of Tangiers, ass-spelunking into the hidden tomb of King CockTut, and, most recently, sharing a prison cell in a small third world nation with a rather sweaty, fur-covered, hulk of a man named Javier.
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KISS AND MAKEUP
    by Shira Anthony

    Ted is a special effects make-up artist who hopes to win an Oscar for his work on a big budget sci-fi movie. He spends four hours each morning transforming action-hero superstar Lenny Golden into an alien warlord. His greatest achievement would be to transform Lenny into his lover before filming ends.
    ~ Diane

    genre: contemporary
    tags: movies; celebrities; Hollywood; film; explicit sex content; makeup artist; Oscar; Academy Awards
    word count: 9,736
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    KISS AND MAKEUP
    by Shira Anthony
    CHAPTER 1
    His slicked fingers glided over the smooth skin and he marveled at the hard muscle beneath. Inch by inch he greased the firm flesh, sliding over peaks and valleys of finely honed abs, into the creases under the pectoral muscles and the deep indentation at the waist. With the grease, the slippery skin caught the light and glittered silver on tan.
    "Are you warm enough?" Ted felt suddenly hot in his cotton shirt. Had the air conditioning gone out again?
    "I'm good." The voice was a rich baritone. Warm. Sexy.
    "I'm almost done."
    Len let out a slow breath that sounded almost like a sigh, and Ted wondered if the other man felt the same heat. He brushed the thought away.
    This is work. Don't forget that.
    Why was it so damn hard to stay focused? He wiped his hands on a towel and studied the slicked chest with satisfaction, then pressed a button on the table to make it pivot at the center until Len was standing upright once again.
    "Can I get you something to drink? It'll be a few hours before you'll be able to move."
    "Nah, I'm fine. Thanks."
    In his eight years in the business, Ted Aaronson had never been so distracted. He never got distracted. He was the best sci-fi makeup artist around—the go-to guy when the director wanted detail stuff. The most complicated prosthetic work. The cutting-edge designs. But having Len Golden on his table half-naked, his smooth chest the object of his attentions, was almost more than Ted could take.
    The guy was stunning. Better in person, Ted thought, than on screen. Reddish-brown hair and deep green eyes, with a strong jaw, high cheekbones, and muscles that wouldn't quit. Ted imagined what it would be like to unbutton the well-worn jeans and run his hands over the tight globes of Len's—
    "On second thought," Len said, the tiny lines at the corners of his mouth more visible with his boyish smile, "I think I'd like some water. And maybe I'll take a leak."
    "Bathrooms are through that door." Ted gestured to his left. "I'll get a few bottles. Perrier?"
    "Tap is fine."
    Ted nodded and watched Len walk away, watched the perfect ass in the faded Levi's. He repressed a sigh. Len Golden was the hottest thing to hit the screen in a decade. It didn't hurt that on top of his to-die-for good looks, the guy could really act.
    Ted had met the man ten years before, when they'd both been working summer stock at a theatre in up-state