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The geniuses at Go Deeper Press put together an amazing anthology of hot, rebel erotica called Alternative Fucks, and it’s available today! Seriously, you can bop over to Go Deeper Press and tuck this bad boy into your cart right now. Now. Right now. NOW!!!

Check out this line-up:

Ex Sex—Natty Soltesz

Spongebath Squeezepants—Dario Dalla Lasta

How Hungary Got to the World Cup—Jacob Louder

Free Run—Benji Bright

Skins—Malin James

The Tender Sweet Young Thing—Xan West

Art Fags—Ann Cannon

The Swallowing Mansion (An Excerpt)—Lana Fox

I should also mention that you can read the ENTIRE first chapter of Horatio Slice: Guitar Slayer of the Universe in this badass collection. Most importantly, this anthology has a cause, and all proceeds will go to the ACLU.

Support a great cause. Read hot erotica. All for $10. Can you go wrong? No way! Hey, how about an excerpt? Yes? Yes!

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Horatio Slice: Guitar Slayer of the Universe

by Oleander Plume

Gunner dove behind the ramshackle fortress head first, as if sliding into home base, wincing when his elbow scraped the rug. He scrambled to his knees and poked his head over the top of the couch, barely comprehending the chaos taking place around him. First, the air sizzled and turned blue. Loud vibrations caused every object in the room to quake. The clamor grew louder and louder until it evolved into a thunderous crack that reverberated through his spinal column. Gunner bit down on a knuckle to stifle his screams of terror when a shimmering circle of light appeared in the ceiling. Right before his eyes, a figure emerged from the portal. Two bare feet, followed by two bare legs, a pair of balls, and a cock—a gigantic, hard cock.

“It’s actually working,” Gunner mumbled around the knuckle still wedged between his teeth, “but where the hell are his clothes?”

Choosing to stay behind the bunker, Gunner rose higher on his knees to get a better view as the rest of Horatio Slice appeared—intact and alive. Once the top of his head cleared the portal, the circle winked out, leaving a ring of what appeared to be soot behind.

“Ow!” Horatio said as he hit the mattress. He sat up and rubbed his neck. “That hurt like a motherfucker.”

And just like that, Horatio Slice was back—stark naked and kind of pissed off.

Gunner almost lost control of his bladder as he watched the hunk rise to full height. The man was a glorious six-and-a-half-feet of chiseled muscle and masculine bravado. A seductive snake tattoo wound over one calf, while another circled his right bicep. Horatio brushed his long, brunette hair out of his eyes and looked around. “Where the hell am I?” he asked.

“Earth,” Gunner said. “New York state, to be exact.”  He couldn’t take his eyes off Horatio’s cock. The rumors were true. Horatio Slice sported a behemoth between his legs, a fully erect behemoth dripping copious amounts of pre-come. Gunner wondered what Horatio was up to before he fell through the portal.

“No shit? I’m back home,” Horatio said. “Sweet!”

“You’re welcome.”

“Who said that?” Horatio turned toward Gunner.

“Me. I’m a big fan. Really big. I can’t believe you’re here.” Gunner took a breath. “I can’t believe you’re alive.”

“Of course, I’m alive.” Horatio stepped over a bundle of wires, crossing the six feet that separated him from Gunner in two, long strides. Smiling, he leaned over the bunker and peered down at Gunner, who shrunk back in shock. Was the guy checking him out? “Hello, hottie,” Horatio said, his smile deepening into more of a leer.

Gunner had imagined his idol’s homecoming many times, but none of those fantasies included Horatio being naked or staring at him with a throbbing erection and a predatory glint in his eyes. He practically melted under Horatio’s piercing blue gaze. “Um, hi,” Gunner said as he crawled out on his hands and knees from behind the sofa. “You made one hell of an entrance.”

“The impact almost shattered my spine,” Horatio said, “but I think I’m okay.”

Gunner took the hand Horatio offered and let the man hoist him to his feet. Instead of flip-floppy, Horatio’s touch turned Gunner’s stomach into an over-inflated basketball that thumped against his ribs. The ball bounced faster when he noticed Horatio eyeballing his crotch. Still holding Gunner’s hand, Horatio pulled him closer and stared into his eyes. “You don’t work for Meridian, do you?”

“Who’s Meridian?”

“Meridian is this asshole who….” Horatio’s voice trailed off as his gaze went from Gunner’s eyes to his lips. “Damn, kid, you’ve got a sexy mouth. Want to suck my dick?”

“Say what?”

Horatio caught a drop of pre-come on the end of his index finger. “Taste me. I’m fucking delicious.” Gunner sucked the wet finger Horatio offered, too star-struck to resist. “Good, huh? Ready to try the real thing?”

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Did you like that? Would you like to read more? Head on over to F. Leonora Solomon’s place and have at the next few pages. Then, pick up a copy of Alternative Fucks, and read the rest of chapter one. And after that? 33 more chapters heading your way, soon.

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