Five different men each meet their match in these stand alone Hammer Club short stories from Sean Michael.
From shy men new to the lifestyle, to those in the know who are actively seeking it out, from first times, to one more time, these stories are sure to delight.
Stories included are: The Lion Tamer, Sweet Cherry, A is for Andy, The Favor and So Happy Together.
All stories previously published by Torquere Press.
From A is for Andy:
'A' sat at the bar at the Hammer Club, enjoying a glass of beer. They knew how to pull draughts here, and the amount of head was just perfect.
It had been weeks since he'd been here. Hell, it had been at least that long since he'd last gotten to unwind. They'd been working a fucking hard case -- it was always hardest when kids were involved -- and like everyone else, he'd only been breaking to get some sleep. They'd caught the asshole, though. It was iron-clad, too.
The club was popping, loud and happy, the dance floor full, the tiny little cover band much improved from what he'd been listening to last night. He finished his beer and asked for another. It was the perfect place to unwind.
"Howdy, Cinnamon, honey. Can I get a beer when you get a chance?" The voice was low, slow, and pure southern. Like some weird cowboy movie.
A couldn't help but turn and look.
Long and tall, a bearded man in a ball cap stood there, in a white button down and a pair of jeans. Well, hello, long tall drink of water.
"Sure, Andy. It'll be a few minutes."
"No worries." Andy draped himself over a barstool, casual and easy.
A looked his fill, from head to toes and back down again. Nice. Very nice. The boots looked ancient, the jeans like well-loved friends. And they showed off the most amazing ass. A's prick perked right on up, suddenly eager to help him with the whole blowing off steam thing.
One pretzel was picked out of the bar snacks, inspected, then eaten, nibbled really.
A puffed himself up; he knew he looked good. Bright blue eyes cut over to him, checked him out, and he got a nod. He smiled in return, nodded back, and shifted over so when he breathed in he could smell the man: cologne and soap, rich and male and clean. Damn, the man was fine.
He licked his lips.