Crawling Into Bed With Mark Antonious Richfield & GA Hauser's Down and Dirty.
Important things first, are these sheets silk or cotton?
Blurb for Down and
Dirty:
UCLA art history professor Jean DuLac enjoyed his life. He
was happy with his career and traveling the world searching for masterpieces to
photograph first hand for his students.
When Jean decides to use one of his own art designs for a
tattoo, he meets tattoo shop owner, Harry Callahan. Jean finds out the shop is
called, Down and Dirty Harry’s Tattoos
for a reason.
Harry Callahan loves his work. His reputation for being the best
tattoo artist in LA is well earned. Harry and his older brother ‘Clyde’ have a lot in common. Clyde is an erotic dancer by
night, firefighter by day, but he and Clyde
share the same taste in men…as well as the men themselves.
The night Jean decides to get his skin inked, he meets Harry
and can’t help but be smitten with a man as big, brawny, and handsome as
‘Dirty’ Harry. Jean has no idea the dark delights he is in for Friday night
after class.
What Jean discovers is how intense being the object of two
men’s desires can be and how pleasure with the Callahan brothers, means getting
Down and Dirty.
Sample chapter for
Down and Dirty:
“Clyde
and Sam are going to be at the competition later,” a big man with tattoos
running up his neck said to another man with large tribal plug earrings, as he
sat on the couch with him.
“I’ll go with you. I
can’t pass up the opportunity to see cock.”
Jean glanced up, meeting
one of the man’s stare. A wry smile curled Jean’s lip. If they were trying to
shock him, they’d have to do better than that.
“Jean?”
Jean raised his head from
his form and his jaw nearly dropped at the sight of a man he had only spoken to
on the phone. “That’s me.” Holy shit,
you’re incredible.
“I’m Harry.” The handsome
man approached, reaching out his hand.
Jean rose off the stool
and received the shake. “Nice to meet you.” Very
nice! Jean thought he had a mental picture in his head of Harry when he
talked to him on the phone. Yes, he imagined he’d be big and masculine, but not
this gorgeous. “Wow. I love LA.”
Harry’s blue eyes
sparkled when he smiled. “That’s why we live here.” Harry glanced at the other
men in the room. “What the hell are you looking at?”
Jean spotted them hastily
turn back to the television set which was airing a show on building custom
bikes.
“Do you need more time on
that?” Harry pointed to the form.
“I think I finished most
of it.” He handed it to Harry.
“DuLac? French?”
“French Canadian. Quebec.” Jean began
inspecting the art on Harry. He wasn’t overly done like some men whose top half
was pure color. Harry had one tattoo on each shoulder, exposed from his
sleeveless t-shirt. Tasteful. Jean imagined chewing on them.
“You don’t sound French
Canadian.”
“Sorry. Do you want me to
speak French?”
“I might swoon.”
“Mais oui!”
“You’re giving me a
hard-on. So? Where’s the tat going to be?”
Jean pointed to his
crotch.
“Sweet. I was hoping for
some skin. Come on, pretty boy.”
Harry led him to a
private booth with a teal colored curtain. As Jean followed him, he spotted
through the gaps in the curtains, several men getting tattoos in each booth…in
‘private’ places.
The buzz of machines
competed with the deep voices and laughter, which competed with the loud
television set.
Harry gestured to a
mechanical chair and sat on a rolling stool beside it. “What have you got in
mind?”
Jean took off his jacket
and hung it on a hook on a wall hook. He removed his wallet and a piece of
paper from it. “This.”
Harry took it from him.
“Very nice. Who did it?”
“Me.” Jean sat down on
the side of the chair so he could face Harry as they spoke.
“Are you an artist?”
“Yes.”
Harry connected to Jean’s
gaze, as if he were digesting the information.
“I wanted it to look
tribal, but not cliché.” Jean pointed to the art.
“Where exactly do you
want it?”
“Here.” Jean pointed to
his pelvis.
Harry smiled. “That’s
going to look hot as hell.”
Jean began to get
excited. Harry was too sexy for either of their goods. “Now I’m afraid to pull
my pants down.”
“Be afraid.” Harry
laughed.
“It’s like being with a
movie star doctor who’s about to give me an anal exam.”
Harry broke up with laughter.
“I’d be happy to give you anything anal.”
Jean’s cock throbbed,
wanting whatever Harry had in mind.
“I have to make this into
a stencil.”
“I’ve got time.”
“You want a cup of coffee
or anything?”
“I’d love a cup of
coffee. Is yours better than the fast food joints?”
“No one’s complained.”
Harry stood. “Stay there. How do you like it?”
“Hard and fast.” Did I say that? Jean felt his cheeks
blush.
Harry stopped short.
“Black.” Jean knew he was
being inappropriate.
“Be right back.”
Once Harry left, the curtain
swinging behind him, Jean rubbed his face and sighed. He reclined on the seat
and looked at the photos of tattoos on the wall. There were several pictures of
Harry with celebrities, sporting fresh ink.
I don’t even know if he’s gay. I think he is. He certainly is
comfortable talking about anal. Yes, he’s gay. He’s got to be.
Jean looked at a
photograph of Harry shaking a pop star’s hand. His biceps and deltoid muscles
looking edible. The man wasn’t even flexing. He was so buff Jean was in heat.
He rubbed his cock through his pants.
“Here’s your coffee.”
Jean spun around to
another man, holding out a cup. He sat sideways again, taking it. “Thanks.
Hey…”
The man paused.
“Did Harry mention
anything to you about me?”
“Yes.”
Jean felt horrible. “What
did he say?”
“He said you wanted black
coffee.” The man waited. “That it?”
“Yes. Thanks.” Jean
watched the man leave. Jesus. Is this
where all the gorgeous biker gods are hiding? Why don’t all of you tie me up
and fuck me? He blew on the coffee and took a sip. It was excellent.
Smooth, not bitter, and nutty, like an espresso roast.
A moment later, Harry
returned, holding up both his drawing and a second identical one. “How’s this?”
Jean set his cup aside on
a table and held the two to inspect. “It’s perfect.”
“Thanks.” Harry took his
stencil and placed it on his work area. “Show me where on your crotch you want
it.” Harry closed the curtains.
As Jean unfastened his
belt he said, “Look, about my stupid comment.”
“Which comment?” Harry
sat on the stool and scooted closer.
“Earlier.” Jean tugged
his zipper down. Harry appeared confused. “Never mind.” Trying to keep from
being completely unprofessional, Jean lowered his pants to his thighs. “Here.”
He pointed to an area under his briefs.
“You want a tattoo on
your underwear.” Harry kept a straight face.
Jean inhaled a deep
breath and tugged the side of his briefs down with his pants, hiding his
erection with the other half which was still high on his hip.
“Sweetheart.”
“Yes?” Jean felt the
gooseflesh rise on his arms.
“I’ve seen cocks before.”
“I don’t know why I’m so
excited.” Jean laughed nervously.
“Don’t worry.”
Jean tugged his slacks
down his thighs, using his left hand to cover his throbbing dick. “Here.”
“I have to shave you,
good lookin’.”
Trying to stop from panting,
Jean lay back on the chair as Harry reclined it slightly. Holding his own cock
was making him want to jerk off. And looking at Harry, he was about to.
Harry put on gloves with
an erotic ‘snap!’ and opened a drawer. A box of new razors and anti-bump
shaving gel were placed on his work area.
Jean couldn’t stop
huffing for breath he was so hot. As Harry squeezed the tube of shaving gel
onto his fingers, Jean tugged his shirt up his body.
“Keep going. I’m enjoying
the view.” Harry winked.
“I…I can take it off.”
“You can. I’m not
stopping you.”
“Do…do you want me to?”
“Up to you.”
Jean rolled the material
under his fingers, exposing a nipple, which was as hard as his dick.
The first touch of
Harry’s slick fingers on his body made Jean groan. He bit his lip to shut up.
Harry massaged the gel around the area between Jean’s right hip and the base of
his dick. Jean’s cock throbbed under his hand, making it move up and down.
“If you turn me on just
by shaving me, what the hell are you like in bed?” Jean tried to make a joke.
“I’d be master of all
your domain.” Harry kept smoothing the gel in circles on Jean’s body.
“Yeah?
Really? Master?” Jean’s cock throbbed and he felt his sticky pre-cum emerge.
“Are you why they call this shop, Down
and Dirty Harry?”
Harry’s blue eyes
narrowed on his.
Jean thought he was about
to shoot his load at the delightful leer.
“What do you think?” Harry said, bringing his attention back
on the task.
Giving Up
