Magnificent Manlove E-Book

Lucy Felthouse

• Herausgeber: Lucy Felthouse
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2022

Beschreibung

If you enjoy testosterone-filled tales of men getting it on, then check out this collection from the pen of award-winning author Lucy Felthouse.

From stranded soldiers to submissive virgins, sexy firemen and second chances to shifters, and even some unexpected ménage, this book has variety galore. There’s something for everyone, and will have you eager to turn just one more page.

Enjoy six steamy stories, over 46,000 words of magnificent manlove.

Please note: The stories in this anthology have been previously published.

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Magnificent Manlove

By Lucy Felthouse

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Table of Contents

Ditched

Garden of Eden

Fired Up

Out in the Cold

Trespassing

An Interesting Find

About the Author

If You Enjoyed Magnificent Manlove

Ditched

“This can’t be fucking right!” said Lance Corporal Michael Scott, checking his map for the umpteenth time.

“I can assure you, Scott, that it fucking is,” responded his colleague, Private Damien Stone. He nudged the other man, pointed to a place on his own map, then raised his arm and indicated a rise in the ground in the near distance. “See, that’s that long barrow, so we are in the right place.”

Looking at the barrow—one of the many on Salisbury Plain—then down at the map, and finally at his compass, Scott had to agree. “So where the fuck are they, then?”

Stone had no answer for that one. He looked up into the lightening sky, which in the distance was tinged with pink, but saw no sign of their pick-up helicopter. Straining to hear even the faintest sound of rotor blades, Stone remained silent. Hearing nothing, he shrugged. “Dunno. Perhaps we got the time wrong?”

“I hope not, otherwise they’ve gone without us!”

“Nah. We’re early, if anything. The sun’s only just coming up.”

Sighing, Scott stuffed his map and compass into a pocket and said, “Well, I guess we’d better find somewhere to shelter. I don’t like the look of that.”

The that he was talking about was an ominous-looking black cloud being buffeted in their direction by the wind, which was picking up rapidly.

“With you on that one.”

On an unspoken command, they immediately split up and started to look around for somewhere they could keep out of the wind and imminent rain. It wasn’t long before Scott shouted out, and Stone immediately turned and headed in the direction of his colleague’s voice.

When Stone arrived, Scott had already removed his backpack and dropped it into the ditch he’d found and was striding down the slope to join it. Luckily, there’d been no rain over the past few days so the ground was dry. If the coming rainstorm ended up being heavy, it was entirely possible they’d get wet arses, and much more besides, but for now at least they’d be reasonably comfortable.

Following his colleague’s example, Stone shrugged off his pack. Scott was standing with his arms out, ready to catch it. Stone tossed it, then gave a curt nod of thanks before heading into the ditch.

Once there, he spotted scrub covering a couple of sizeable rocks, meaning they would at least be able to sit down. It would have to rain pretty damn hard for the water level in the ditch to get as high as the top of the rocks, so they’d be all right until the chopper arrived.

He hoped.

Stone pulled out his switchblade and began hacking at the scrub to clear it away. The roots and branches were thick in places. He soon became impatient, grabbed a handful and yanked—an action he quickly regretted.

“Fuck me!” he yelled, dropping the blade and cradling his injured hand with the other one. A deep, nasty scratch, flanked by a couple of more superficial ones, striped his palm. Blood welled up.

“All right, Stone?” Scott had been so busy scanning the sky for a sign of their transport that he hadn’t seen what had happened.

“Do I fucking look all right?” Stone snapped, moving towards his backpack to get a bandage and something to clean the wound.

“Chill out, mate. It’s not exactly a landmine, is it?”

Scott’s attempt at humour—tasteless as it was—only served to inflame Stone’s temper further. He shot Scott a glare that would have turned a lesser man to stone, yet said nothing, then opened his bag to unearth the medical supplies, trying not to smear blood everywhere. It wasn’t easy.

Sighing, Scott nudged Stone out of the way. “Come on, mate. Let me get it for you.”

Muttering, Stone allowed his colleague to retrieve the kit. His hand was still bleeding, though not as freely. A glance up at the sky told him they were still completely alone on the plain. Where the hell was the fucking helicopter?

Before he got chance to wonder too much about it, Scott stepped in front of him, medical kit in hand. Taking the wrist of Stone’s injured hand, Scott looked at the cut. He then tore open and used a medicated wipe to clean it, biting back a smirk when Stone hissed as the chemicals went into the wound and stung him.

Finishing the job with a neatly-fastened bandage and a clap on the shoulder, Scott said, “Okay, mate. You’re all set.”

“Thanks,” Stone replied, flexing his hand to make sure the bandage wasn’t too tight or too loose. “Shoulda’ been more bloody careful, shouldn’t I?”

Grinning good-naturedly, Scott spread his arms in a placating manner. “Hey, I didn’t say a word.”

“Just as well. I’m not in the mood.”

“I noticed.”

The words brought a wry grin to Stone’s face. “Oh, fuck off. You know what I’m like.”

“Too right I do. You’re a miserable bastard. That’s the first time I’ve seen you smile in ages.”

“Charming.”

“Just telling it like it is.”

His grin fading, Stone asked, “Am I really that bad? Tell me honestly.”

Scott raised his eyebrows. “You want brutal honesty?”

Stone nodded.

“In that case, yes. Don’t get me wrong, you’re damn good at your job, but you come across as a grumpy fucker who resents having to take orders. Especially from me.”

Stone tilted his head to one side, considering what his colleague—and superior—had just said. Then he nodded slowly as he came to the realisation Scott was right. “You know, that’s a pretty fair assessment. I don’t like taking orders—and for some reason, you always rub me up the wrong way. Most of the time, I want to tell you to go fuck yourself.”

“Don’t you think you might be in the wrong job then, mate? The line of work we’re in, we all have to take orders.”

“No, I’m not in the wrong job. I fucking love what I do, it’s just I’d rather go with my own instincts and intelligence than have to do what straitlaced teacher’s pets like you tell me.”

“Hey,” Scott said, clenching his fists, “I may be a straitlaced teacher’s pet, but I’m still your fucking superior. And I always will be, if you don’t change your attitude. You might think you’re some kind of rebel, but this isn’t playing army in the garden with your friends any more. This is real, and not taking orders can be the difference between life and death. And not just your life, either. Other people’s. So just you remember that.”

Stone held his hands up in supplication, wincing as the sudden movement made his wound ache. “Sorry, Scott. I know you’re right. And I’m doing my best to suck it up and be a good soldier, all right? So help me out, yeah, and give me a nudge if I’m stepping out of line.”

Scott relaxed his position, then turned his back on Stone and walked along the ditch a little way.

Stone grimaced. He’d known this exercise was going to be a nightmare. Not just because it was a drop off in the middle of nowhere with the task being to find a rendezvous point and be picked up—not exactly challenging, in Stone’s opinion—but because they’d teamed him up with Scott. Of all the people the powers that be could have chosen, they had to choose him. He was a damn good soldier, which was how he’d achieved the rank of Lance Corporal so quickly, but Stone’s problem with him had nothing to do with his rank or achievements.

It had to do with the fact he was massively attracted to him, and had been ever since he’d met him. Stone had kept his bisexuality quiet when he joined the forces—there were still enough prejudiced people out there that could make his life a misery—but the more time he spent in Scott’s company, the more difficult it became. He was just grateful they’d been dropped off only a few hours ago, making it necessary to keep moving until they found the pick-up point. If they’d been required to do an overnighter, he really didn’t know how he’d have coped with having to try to sleep with Scott mere inches away.

Things were becoming pretty difficult right now, in fact. The past few hours they’d been on the move continually, so Stone’s mind had mostly been on the exercise—with the occasional thoughts about how good Scott looked in uniform. But now, he had nothing to distract him, except for keeping an eye and ear out for the helicopter. As a result, his libido was ramping up. He hadn’t had sex—with a woman or a man—for God knows how long, and watching Scott pace up and down the ditch, deep in thought, was making him painfully aware of the fact. Not to mention painfully hard.

He hadn’t realised just how intently he’d been staring at Scott until the other man turned around and caught him doing it.

“What the fuck, man?” Scott said, walking towards him. “Were you staring at me?”

The look on Scott’s face told Stone it was pointless denying it. Instead, he shrugged, hoping he’d let it go.

No such luck.

“I asked you a question. Or am I to take your silence as a yes?”

Stone was in the shit, no matter what he said. He pulled himself up to his full height—which was still a few inches shorter than Scott—and looked him square in the eyes. “So what if I was?”

Scott frowned. “Are you trying to tell me you bat for the other team, mate?”

“No,” Stone replied, matter of factly, “I bat for both teams.”

The other man’s eyebrows almost disappeared into his hairline. Several seconds passed and the two men stared at each other. Stone was on edge, not sure what Scott’s reaction was going to be to his confession, but just wishing he’d get it over with. He was either going to get laughed at or punched. Either way it backed up his reasons for keeping his sexuality a secret. He clenched his fists, then arched an eyebrow, inviting a response.

Scott shook his head as though ridding himself of a thought, then his expression of surprise disappeared. Only to be replaced by one Stone would never have expected, not in a million years. A predatory grin twisted Scott’s lips, and he moved closer to the shorter man. “Well,” Scott said, his grin widening, “that’s very interesting.”

“It is?” Stone frowned, still half-expecting a punch in the face. Scott had never shown any inclination towards homophobia before, but then Stone had never told him he liked men before.

“Yes,” Scott moved closer still, until they were almost toe to toe, “because I happen to bat for both sides, too.”

Stone’s jaw dropped. He couldn’t believe it—Scott liked men, too? The blond, blue eyed, muscular, towering hottie was bi? And even more strangely, it appeared Scott was interested in him, too. Either that or he’d suddenly forgotten about the unspoken personal space rules between people who weren’t intimate.

“Y-you do?”

Instead of replying, Scott slipped his hand behind Stone’s head and pulled him in for a kiss. Stone’s semi immediately snapped to attention and, after spending a couple of seconds wondering if he’d somehow fallen asleep and was dreaming, he returned the other man’s kiss. A thought popped into his head that they might be caught—and the consequences would be so severe they didn’t even bear thinking about—but then he shoved it away, reasoning with himself that they were the only people for miles, and if the helicopter approached, they’d hear it before they could see it. Therefore the people in the chopper wouldn’t be able to see them, either. And by the time they could, the two men would be standing metres apart, acting normally. Probably.

Having put his mind at rest, Stone relaxed and allowed himself to fully enjoy the kiss. And what a kiss it was. A combination of having fancied Scott for ages; thinking it would never happen because the other man was straight; and the fact they were effectively making out in work time made an already super-hot kiss positively molten. His cock pressed insistently against the inside of his boxers and combats, a firm reminder that he hadn’t used it in a while.

And, as Scott pulled away then dropped to his knees, Stone concluded there was a very real possibility his dry spell was over.

A spot of rain on his face made him look up. The ominous cloud was now directly over them and he was sure that any minute now it was going to make its presence well and truly known. But, given he was just about to receive a blowjob from the hottest guy in the garrison, he decided it could piss it down for all he cared. At this moment in time, getting his cock into the blond’s mouth was far more important.

Scott pulled eagerly at Stone’s combats and boxers, releasing his cock from its material prison. It pointed enthusiastically upward, rock hard and with a bead of precum at its reddened tip. The sudden exposure of his private parts to the chilly air made Stone shudder. Then he grunted as the chill was chased away by the hot mouth engulfing his shaft. He reached down and gripped Scott’s head—careful not to put any pressure on his cut—guiding the other man’s mouth further onto his cock and resisting the temptation to thrust. He didn’t know if Scott could deep-throat, but hopefully he’d find out soon enough.

A particularly powerful gust of wind rushed across the plain and buffeted around the parts of Stone’s body which weren’t protected by the ditch. He swayed a little, and Scott reached up and grabbed his hips to steady him. Stone groaned—the way Scott’s large hands gripped him, taking possession of his body, was almost as arousing as the expert way he was sucking his cock. He closed his eyes and threw his head back, tumbling into bliss as the blond bobbed his mouth up and down on his shaft, using his tongue to stimulate it.

Scott pulled back, concentrating on sucking and licking at the meaty head of Stone’s cock as he circled his hand around the base of his shaft and pumped it.

The wind gusted again, and this time it brought a heavier raincloud with it. Stone’s upturned face caught the first of the droplets, and he smiled and opened his mouth, then stuck out his tongue to catch them. It reminded him just how exposed he and Scott were, partaking in sexual acts in the middle of Salisbury Plain. Rather than worrying him, it turned him on all the more.

Rolling his head forward, he tightened his grip on Scott, hardly feeling the twinge in his palm, and canted his hips, encouraging the blond to suck him harder, faster.

Scott made a humming noise as Stone’s cock thrust further into his mouth, almost into his throat. The vibrations across Stone’s shaft made his eyes roll back in his head. If Scott carried on like this for much longer, he was going to come. Not that coming was a bad thing, of course, but he didn’t want his climax to be the end of their encounter, and he had no idea if Scott felt the same. Perhaps he’d regret what they’d done, and refuse to speak of it ever again? Or maybe he’d throw that punch Stone had been expecting all along.

The tingling at the base of his cock and the tightening of his ballsac told him he wouldn’t have to wait too much longer to find out.

A few more bobs of Scott’s head and Stone was there. His climax hit with astonishing ferocity and he let out a roar as his spunk shot into Scott’s mouth. The rain continued to fall, soaking his hair, face and clothes, but he didn’t notice. He was oblivious to everything except the climax taking over his body. He thought he was never going to stop coming, but Scott didn’t pull away, or gag. He swallowed every last drop and only disengaged when Stone’s balls stopped emptying. He rolled back onto his heels and looked up at Stone with a satisfied expression.

“Good?” he asked.

Stone let out a laugh of disbelief. “Are you kidding? What do you fucking think? I can’t remember the last time I came so hard. Or so much.”

“Glad to be of service.” Scott winked and stood up, wincing as his knees cracked with the sudden movement. “Now, how do you fancy returning the favour? Do you bottom?”

After taking in the unmistakeable bulge in Scott’s combats, Stone returned his gaze to the blond’s face and smirked. “For you, yeah. Now get it out.”

An intense look crossed Scott’s face, and suddenly his eyes were full of intent. “I’ll get it out, you bend over that rock.” He nodded his head in the direction of the rocks Stone had been trying to clear when he’d cut his hand.

“Yes, sir.” Stone tipped a mock salute and moved over to the rock before letting his combats and boxers fall to his ankles. He waited until Scott was up close behind him before bending over and exposing his arse to the other man’s gaze—and cock. It was a damn good job he was still so horny—they had no lube, and he’d never taken anyone without it before.

Scott bent over his back and murmured into his ear, “You know,” Stone felt a wet finger probing his arse, “that’s the first time in ages you’ve actually shown me the respect I deserve, according to my rank.”

Stone groaned as his hole stretched around the penetration, then ground out, “Well, if you keep making me come like you just did... unh... I’ll call you whatever you like.”

With a bark of laughter, Scott replied, “I’ll hold you to that. Now, are you ready? If I don’t get inside your tight little arse soon, I think I might burst.”

Unable to speak as the finger pumped slowly in and out of him, Stone nodded frantically. He sucked in a breath as the digit was removed and the blunt end of Scott’s prick pressed against his ring. Gritting his teeth, he pushed back against it and gasped as the head of the blond’s cock entered him.

Scott grunted, then laughed. “Eager, aren’t we? You do like cock, don’t you?”

“I thought we’d already established that,” Stone replied breathlessly. “Now stop talking and fuck me.”

“With pleasure.”

The rain grew harder, pounding onto their exposed skin, rolling and dripping off, but Stone really didn’t care. All he could think about was the thick cock inching into his back passage, and the gorgeous man it belonged to. He could hardly believe this was happening. How on earth had he gone from fancying a bloke he thought was straight to fucking him on Salisbury Plain in the space of a few hours?

“Fuck,” Scott said, digging his fingertips into Stone’s hips, “you are so tight. At this rate, I’m gonna come in two strokes.”

Stone felt the other man’s balls brush against his perineum. He was buried inside him to the hilt, and boy, didn’t he know it. His anus was stretched wide, and he was hard again. “Hold on for me, won’t you? If you hit the right spot enough times, I may be joining you.”

“Huh?”

Stone reached around and grabbed Scott’s hand, then pushed it towards his stiff cock.

“Ahh,” the blond said, finally understanding, “you’re hard for me again.”

“Yes, I fucking am. Let’s make the most of it, eh?”

Scott didn’t need any more prompting. He moved his hand back to Stone’s hip, then used his grip for leverage as he began to piston in and out of his arse. The air was filled with groans as both men voiced their pleasure.

Stone pushed back as Scott thrust forward, and they got into a fast and furious rhythm, resulting in intense stimulation of Stone’s prostate gland. He looked down at his rigid prick, which was leaking copious amounts of precum. He was going to come again—and soon. He voiced his thought to Scott, then let out a yelp as the other man began to fuck him even faster—he hadn’t thought it possible. But then he hadn’t been fucked by a guy as physically fit as Scott before.

He squeezed his eyes shut and braced himself against the rock as Scott pounded them towards climax. Scott came first, digging his fingers so tightly into Stone’s hips it would probably leave bruises, and swearing and grunting as his cock spurted hot cum into Stone’s back passage.

Stone followed close behind. He’d held out for as long as possible, but the power with which the blond had thrust into him, and the feeling of the thick cock twitching inside him, filling him with cum, sent him over the edge. His own cock leapt, eagerly spilling its release all over the ground as Scott’s prick continued to slide against his G-spot. He cried out, then shuddered.

After a minute or two, Scott moved his hands from Stone’s hips, only to wrap them around his torso and give him a quick squeeze before stepping away, his softening cock slipping from Stone’s arse as he did so.

“Fuck me,” Stone said, straightening slowly, his legs wobbly, “that was...” He turned to see Scott wearing an out-of-it facial expression. He remained motionless for a couple of seconds, looking at Stone, before shaking his head and grinning.

“Um, yeah. ‘Fuck me’ pretty much covers it.”

“Come here.” Unwilling to trust his unsteady legs, Stone sat on the rock, uncaring of his still half-naked status, and opened his arms. His heart beat faster as Scott approached him willingly. They curled up together on the chilly rock, hardly noticing the cold as their bodies were still so hot.

Scott tilted his head up from its position on Stone’s chest and grinned, before stretching up and pressing a kiss to the other man’s lips. “I can’t believe we just did that.”

Stone smiled back, scrubbing his uninjured hand across Scott’s hair. “In what way? In that it was me, or that it was here, now?”

“Both, really. I’ve thought you were hot for ages, but I had no idea you were bi. After I found out, I was so happy and excited I pretty much forgot where we were, much less the fact we were meant to be working!”

“Same here. Weird, eh? But good weird.”

“Oh yes, definitely good weird.” With that, Scott laid his head back on Stone’s chest and they lay in a companionable silence for a while. It was only then Stone realised it had stopped raining. He’d been so in the moment when he and Scott had been fucking that the weather had hardly registered. But now the fact they were damp and cold started to bother him, and he decided that after another minute they’d get up and dressed. Just another minute...

Suddenly, a sound made them sit up and pay attention. A helicopter.

Exchanging a look of horror, they jumped up. They scrambled into their uniforms as fast as possible, making themselves decent and slightly less guilty-looking. And not a moment too soon. Just as they hauled their bags onto their backs and climbed out of the ditch, the chopper emerged from the clouds and began to descend.

The men moved towards the spot where it was coming into land without a word. There was nothing they could say—certainly not with their colleagues so close by. They may not be able to hear over the noise of the aircraft’s rotor blades, but they might be able to lip read. Or assess their body language.

Stone shook his head. No, it was better this way. The conversation they needed to have was not one to be rushed or overheard. He still wasn’t one hundred per cent sure how Scott felt, but given his actions after they’d had sex, he suspected the other man didn’t want it to be a one-off, either.

Suddenly, the idea of being stuck on future exercises with Scott didn’t seem so bad, after all. Especially if they were alone. He’d definitely be adding a bottle of lube to his pack in the future, just in case.

Garden of Eden

Chapter One

As Dale approached the club, with its two burly and slightly threatening-looking doormen, he almost turned and walked away. It was just too much, too extreme. Somehow, though, he forced himself to put one foot in front of the other and continue right to the door, then, with a nervous smile at the bouncers, head inside. He paid his cover charge and declined the offer to put his coat in the cloakroom. There was every chance he was going to chicken out at some point this evening, so he didn’t want to risk running off, only to realise he’d left his coat behind. Especially since said garment contained his car and house keys, his phone, his wallet...

Plus it helped him hide a little. It covered him from neck—chin if he pulled up the collar—to ankle, secreting his black jeans, black T-shirt and the skinny body beneath them. All anyone could really see were his shock of black hair, his piercing green eyes ringed with eyeliner, fine bone structure and, right down there, his black platform shoes. Dale was a Goth, and proud of it. He got it, understood it, therefore he could deal with it.