...When Sam walked into the bar, Linus had all he could do to contain himself. He was gorgeous, dressing in tight blue jeans that gloved his strong, young muscles, and a black T-shirt that molded his broad chest and clung to sharply defined biceps. Narrow hips and tight, rounded buns that Linus couldn’t wait to delve between.

The bulge behind his zipper indicated to Linus that he was a well-hung, young stallion, primed and ready for Linus’s mastery.

They didn’t linger long in the smoky atmosphere of the bar; Linus wanted to get the young stud somewhere private as quickly as possible. He saw the covetous, predatory glances of the other patrons and he was in no mood to share. Not tonight. He couldn’t remember when he’d been this hot to break in a new lover. It was like the feeling of acquiring something priceless after a long, fruitless search. Finally obtaining that possession he’d been ravenous for, and he wanted to be someplace less public so he could fully appreciate the discovery.

If he’d been back on the isle, there wouldn’t have been all these clothes of convention separating them. He might have taken him right where he stood with no concern for embarrassment whatsoever. Everyone knew the boundaries on Mannos. If he’d claimed someone like Sam on the isle, no one would have questioned his authority or right to do so. On Mannos, there was respect. Everyone knew the rules. Not so here in what they called civilization. A element of respect was absent. It was one of the things he missed about Mannos. Yet, it wasn’t enough to make him want to return. There was some element about the challenge on the mainland that kept him here. Maybe things had come too easily on Mannos and he had grown unsatisfied with the easy acceptance. He needed a different challenge.

On the isle there was pride in manhood, it was exhibited and revered like nowhere else on earth. And male sexuality was to be honored. There was no embarrassment at the display of a firm cock and a tight ass. In fact, beautiful displays of masculinity were rewarded and encouraged. Nudity was an everyday occurrence and the celebration of manhood a daily tribute.

But here on the mainland it was a different story. Politically correct seemed to be the operative phrase and male identity suffocated into non-gender status. Yet, on nights like this, he knew why he’d chosen to return. Raw passion, unschooled, untutored. Primal in some ways. When he discovered a pleasing morsel such as Sam, he knew why he was here.

They exited the restaurant into the darkness and the cold night air encompassed them. As they were about to pass by a dark alley, Linus knew he couldn’t wait any longer. Fuck patience. He had anticipated this moment for hours and his cock was heavy with arousal. He hooked an arm around Sam’s waist and yanked him into the shadows. Shoving him back against the brick wall, he swooped forward and staked a passionate claim on his mouth, shoved his tongue deep into the moist cavern. Ah, sweet, so sweet, he consumed ravenously. Sam offered no resistance and in fact, seemed to yield to Linus’s dominance, wrapping his arms around his broad shoulders and clinging to the masterful demands of his new lover.

Linus ground his hips against Sam’s and hard cocks pressed together through the friction of the thick fabric separating them. Linus couldn’t wait to get him home.

“Suck me,” Linus growled as he tore his mouth from Sam’s. “Right now. I can’t wait any longer.”

With alacrity, Sam dropped to his knees and dragged the zipper down, reaching for Linus’s thick, hungry shaft through the opening. Linus gripped his head, dragged the band from his hair and wound his fingers into the thick, glossy locks as Sam’s eager mouth and wet tongue quickly sucked him inside the hot, greedy haven, drawing on him deeply. The raw hunger ripped from inside him, out through the tip of his penis, and he welcomed the pleasurable weakness that began to consume him.