A Hampton Road Club story.
Angelo wonders if the Hampton Road Club will offer him a new beginning and whether he can love two men at the same time.
Angelo escaped his family’s farm to be with his first and only love in Los Angeles. He meets up with him at Walter’s speakeasy, but their reunion is short-lived when Angelo discovers that his lover is embracing the Roaring Twenties with as many men and as much hooch as he can. With nowhere to stay and no job prospects, Angelo faces an uncertain and scary future.
Ex-prizefighters Bruce and George enjoy their employment at the Hampton Road Club for more than one reason. They can indulge in their passion for sadomasochism and search for the boy who will be the submissive they keep forever. Unfortunately, none of the men at Hampton Road are good prospects. When they run into a forlorn Angelo in the alley outside a speakeasy, their protective instincts kick in. But will they want to do more than just protect Angelo? And will the shy and inexperienced man embrace a lifestyle he never knew existed?
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Publisher: Pride Publishing
Heat Level: 5
Romantic Content: 5
Ending: Click here to reveal
Character Identities: Gay
Protagonist 1 Age: 18-25
Protagonist 2 Age: 36-45
Protagonist 3 Age: 36-45
Tropes: Age Difference, Alpha Character, Bad Breakup, Hurt / Comfort, Menage, Rescue, True Love, Wide-Eyed Innocence
Word Count: 47832
Languages Available: English
Angelo wiped the sweat pouring off his brow as Bruce twirled him around for the third time in a row before kicking up his heels in a mangled version of the Charleston. Bruce yanked him close again and Angelo stumbled, bursting out laughing as Bruce caught him before he fell then switched to holding him by the waist with one arm and clasping his hand with the other. It had taken Angelo a while to get used to letting Bruce lead, but it had been worth it. With his body flush to Bruce, their hardened cocks brushed together with every swing of their hips. He was so glad he’d agreed to come with them to Walter’s speakeasy.
Even if I was nervous about it.READ MORE
He’d been truthful with George just before they’d left Hampton, but when they’d initially brought up the idea, he hadn’t been so sure. But in the same way he’d resolved not to let what had happened with Martin keep him from enjoying the affections of the two men, it also extended to his enjoyment of places and activities. He didn’t need to start his new life out by constantly fretting over whether or not he might run into Martin.
Angelo placed his lips next to Bruce’s ear, the loud jazz music drowning almost everything out, even the enthusiastic shouts and laughter of the patrons.
“I’m sorry, but I need to rest my feet and grab a drink.” His one pair of shoes hadn’t been purchased with dancing in mind. “I promise I’ll only be a moment.”
Bruce gave him a boozy grin then clamped his lips on Angelo’s, shoving his tongue in his mouth and kissing him with abandon. Angelo tensed in his arms—partly shock and partly fear.
Bruce pulled away, his brow creased. “Forgive me, honey. I didn’t mean to force myself on you.”
Angelo threw his arms around Bruce’s neck then spoke in his ear again. “No, no. You’re not forcing anything on me, please don’t think that. I was just so surprised, and I keep forgetting it’s okay for us to kiss and touch in here.” Angelo sighed at his silly statement. “What I mean is that it was a reaction out of habit.”
He’d seen quite a lot more going on between men than just kissing and touching since they’d been there. While he’d been warned to expect that at Hampton, he hadn’t planned on seeing sexual dallying in a public establishment, even if most of it took place behind the screens in the back. He’d learned the hard way that the area in the club was for such purposes when he’d mistaken it as the location of the facilities.
Bruce nuzzled his neck. “I know I’m full a gin right now, so you tell me to back off if I get too disrespectful. Do you need me to lead you back to George?”
Angelo gave him a hug. “No, I’m fine. You go on and enjoy yourself.”
This time, Angelo gave Bruce a quick kiss to make sure he knew everything was all right. He made his way back to where George sat at a small, round wooden table, nursing a drink. As he approached, George opened his arms and Angelo’s stomach fluttered. Over the last day or so, Angelo had been able to admit to himself that not all his body’s reactions were from his base desires. Bruce and George thrilled him beyond the mere physical. Somehow, his heart had become entangled in all they shared.
Angelo smiled at George as he perched himself on the boxer’s lap. “Oh, goodness, that’s much better. My dogs are screaming at me!”
George tightened his hold. “Well then, you’d better rest here with me.”
Angelo sighed, his contentment an unfamiliar yet wonderful thing as he rested his head against George’s. “Sorry I’m so sweaty. Bruce sure knows how to cut a rug out there.”
“Yeah, he’s a real Texas Tommy!”
“And it really doesn’t bother you? That he’s dancing with other fellas?”
George grunted. “Nah. I don’t go in much for that type a dancin’ and he does. I save my moves for the mat.”
Angelo kept his arms loosely draped around George’s neck as he snuggled in closer. He was desperately thirsty, but he wanted to absorb the moment for a little while longer. Here he was, far away from home in a glamorous city and inside a speakeasy where men like him were free to express themselves out in the open. But more importantly, he was enjoying the party atmosphere with two men he hoped would be a part of his life for a long time to come.COLLAPSE