Crazy Kinky Dirty Love Read online

  Crazy Kinky Dirty Love

  The complete box set

  K.A. Merikan

  Acerbi & Villani ltd.

  This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living, dead, or undead, events, places or names is purely coincidental.

  No part of this book may be reproduced or transferred in any form or by any means, without the written permission of the publisher. Uploading and distribution of this book via the Internet or via any other means without a permission of the publisher is illegal and punishable by law.

  Text copyright © 2013 K.A. Merikan

  All Rights Reserved

  http://KAMerikan.com

  Cover Design by

  Natasha Snow

  http://natashasnow.com/

  Crazy Kinky Dirty Love is a series of short stories and novellas revolving around the sex life of a young, kinky couple. Dan and Kyle don’t hesitate to go through with even the dirtiest and least politically correct of sexual scenarios. Each story focuses on a particular roleplay fantasy.

  With a partner who knows you well, and whom you trust, even being subjected to a rough gangbang can be a declaration of love.

  All the stories can be read as standalones.

  WARNING: The stories are extreme roleplay gay erotica, with a focus on dirty talk and humiliation

  The Box Set contains:

  --Crazy Kinky Dirty Skinhead--

  Kyle promised himself that when he goes to college, he would change. He wouldn’t sleep around like before. But the side of him that wants to fulfill dirty, kinky fantasies is about to rear its ugly head when the LGBT club gets a new member. Dan is the big, bad boyfriend-to-be Kyle always dreamed of, but will Dan still treat him seriously when he finds out about Kyle’s most secret fantasy?

  Length: ~16,000 words

  Erotic content: sizzling hot graphic language, mock-homophobic humiliation, rape fantasy role play, bondage, toys, spanking, dirty talk, boot licking, skinhead

  --Crazy Kinky Dirty Stud--

  This year, Kyle is taking the plunge and letting his new boyfriend, Dan, meet his parents for Christmas. It might be time to share one of his secret fantasies with Dan and see if he doesn’t freak out. Will Dan turn out to be a stud dog or a puppy?

  Length: ~5,000 words

  Erotic content: pet play, stud dog, sexual role play, mock-bestiality, breeding, bareback, rough sex, anal sex, mock-dubious consent

  --Crazy Kinky Dirty Home Invasion--

  Dan and Kyle have just moved in together, but to make their new place cozy, Dan wants to make friends in the neighborhood. Dan’s dirty minded boyfriend has been mentioning his interest in a threesome and Dan is ready to take the plunge. He’s willing to invite someone new into their bedroom, but it will only be happening on his own terms. And those involve handcuffs, duct tape, and a fake gun.

  Length: ~11,000 words

  Erotic content: sizzling hot graphic language, humiliation kink, rape fantasy role play, bondage, toys, spanking, dirty talk, threesome

  --Crazy Kinky Dirty Clowns--

  Kyle’s rushing home after a late evening shift. He takes a shortcut through the park, but a poster informing about a killer clown in the area makes him apprehensive. It turns out there are cackling shadows hiding in the dark, but what does a bunch of crazy clowns do when they catch you?

  Length: ~10,000 words

  Erotic content: sizzling hot graphic language, gangbang, humiliation, role play, bondage, toys

  --Crazy Kinky Dirty Pirates--

  All Kyle knows is that he’s in for a vacation break of a lifetime. He is going to the seaside with his boyfriend Dan, and as he loves surprises, he lets Dan arrange all the details. What he doesn’t know is that he is about to get kidnapped by a whole crew of pirates, all of them sex starved for a slave boy they can keep on board and fuck whenever they please. Kyle’s endurance will be tested to the limits, and the surprises will keep coming, as Dan ups the game once more, with a treasure map to much more than a stack of chocolate coins.

  Length: ~25,000 words

  Erotic content: sizzling hot graphic language, multiple partners, humiliation, roleplay, bondage, toys, forced feminization, food play, spanking

  Table of Contents

  Crazy Kinky Dirty Skinhead

  Crazy Kinky Dirty Stud

  Crazy Kinky Dirty Home Invasion

  Crazy Kinky Dirty Clowns

  Crazy Kinky Dirty Pirates

  Afterword

  About the Author

  Other Books

  Crazy Kinky Dirty Skinhead

  Chapter 1

  Kyle bit his lip, unable to look away from the computer screen. It made him feel like an old lecher, even though he was just nineteen. His cheeks were burning as he watched the video he bookmarked a few days ago. He had lube and tissues on hand by the computer, along with a generous helping of shame. What he was about to watch went against everything he always fought for, yet it had his cock hard in no time. Deep down, he knew people couldn't choose their own turn-ons, but being the president of the LGBT club at his university didn't go hand in hand with watching what he was about to see. It shouldn't even go dick in hand.

  He swallowed hard when the actors went right into action, already feeling his heartbeat quicken. He liked to massage himself dry first, so he slid his hand down his chest, straight to his cock. Glued to the screen, he was imagining himself in just the same situation. His toes were curling. His ears and lips were pulsing. His...

  “Yo, Kyle! I forgot my freaking car keys, can you believe it?” A moan from outside was followed by loud banging on the door. It would be enough to kill anyone's boner. Fucking Jeff! Why couldn’t he just freaking leave for once and let him get on with it?

  Kyle got up so abruptly, he spilled lube all over the keyboard, and that wouldn’t be so bad, if it wasn’t for the movie that was still playing on screen. Kyle’s lungs emptied when he heard the rattle of the key against the lock. Jeff was opening the door. Time was running out. Kyle’s heart went up his throat, and all he could think of was that turning off the computer had priority over pulling his pants up.

  Jeff barged into the room as soon as Kyle pulled the plug, falling on his ass in the process. He stopped mid-way to his bed, giving the whole scene a once over. Kyle was ready for a snarky comment, but all he got was a burst of laughter so loud, it must have been heard on the corridor. He rolled his eyes and pulled up his jeans, all the way up from his ankles. That he could deal with. It could have been so much worse. Jeff could have actually seen the porn flick.

  xxx

  Dan hurried down the corridor, searching for room 304 where the LGBT club meeting was supposed to be taking place according to the leaflet he got during the club fair. It was already dark outside, and with most of the students gone, Geary Hall looked so deserted, Dan half expected to see a tumbleweed rolling across his path. The sound of his footsteps carried over the endless, cream-colored walls as he passed the dining hall and turned into another corridor that happened to be a dead end. Instead of the staircase he expected, there were only two corkboards with event pictures and the door to the psychology department offices. All he could do was to go back to the building plan he passed on his way here.

  Any other time, he might have decided not to bother, but he had just transferred from his old university and needed to meet some like minded men. A brief look at the floor plan revealed that room 304 was in another wing of Geary Hall, which could only be accessed from the first floor. Frustrated, Dan ran two stories down and made his way in the right direction. When he finally found the room, the meeting was already taking place, so he opened the door as quietly as possible and slipped inside.

  It certainly wasn’t the biggest clu
b on campus, with around thirty people present. They had chairs arranged in a messy half-circle and a table with coffee and donuts on the side, close to three stacks of folding tables. He did his best not to disrupt the meeting, but the room went silent as soon as he closed the door. Dan raised his head, meeting the eyes of the only person standing, who happened to be male, young, and handsome. The guy turned his body towards Dan and gave him a wide, all-American smile that went well with his black sweater vest, slim tie and a tea-colored shirt. He wasn’t all that preppy though, with snug, washed-out jeans and sneakers, even though his hair was perfectly trimmed with a side parting. Very cute. So was his voice, smooth and warm.

  “Hi... uhm, can I help you? The dance classes are down the hall.”

  Dan frowned and looked over the faces that had turned towards him like he was the last person they expected. “Oh? What kind of dance class?”

  “The...” The guy looked at his friends for support, but no one helped out. “This modern dance thingy.”

  Dan couldn’t help but smile. Could they be actually thinking he was looking out of place at an LGBT meeting? Was his set of a white t-shirt and jeans too plain? His hair was short, naturally tousled and he wasn't styling it, so maybe that was where the confusion was coming from? “I’m looking for something more non-traditional than that.”

  “Yeah, I kinda... Don’t know if I can help with that. You’d have to check the board for other dance classes.” The guy smiled, but Dan noticed the way he discreetly rolled his eyes to one of his friends.

  Dan cleared his throat. “Do I have to wear a rainbow t-shirt to be invited to take a seat?”

  “Oh.” The guy's brows shot up and he gave a nervous laugh, making his way towards Dan with so much haste that he almost tripped over a stray chair. “So sorry! I kinda... I’m Kyle, the president of the LGBT club.” He held out his hand, which Dan readily accepted, amused by how nervous the guy got as soon as he understood his mistake. Was he just ashamed, or was that a glint of interest Dan saw in his eyes? He couldn’t figure it out yet, but gave the hand a gentle squeeze and brushed his thumb over the sensitive flesh between Kyle’s thumb and forefinger.

  “I’m Dan, nice to meet you.”

  “Cool, I’ll get you a seat and you can meet everyone.” Kyle's Adam's apple bobbed, and he looked away, smiling towards the group. He eventually slipped his hand out of Dan's, but gave him one more glance, before going off to get an extra chair from the side.

  Dan looked around the room, trying to make eye contact with the members. “Sorry I’m late, but I just transferred and got lost on the third floor.” Inevitably though, his attention was drawn to Kyle, who bent over, reaching past a whole stack of plastic chairs to get something that was stashed at the back. As Dan’s gaze slid lower, he let it brush over Mr. Club President’s narrow ass. Was he chosen for this position on looks alone? The president of Dan’s former LGBT club certainly wasn’t.

  Kyle finally pulled out a metal chair with a padded seat. He brought it over and put it at the end of the half circle, close to where he was standing when Dan entered.

  “We’re discussing our engagement in this year’s city Pride parade,” said a girl seated next to Dan. He gave her a nod and after a short exchange of words, he got to know a few more details about the event. He was lucky to have an easy way with people, so he hoped to adjust to the new place fairly quickly. Kyle he wanted to adjust to even quicker. Preferably tonight, so he flashed him a friendly smile that made Kyle pause for a split second mid-sentence.

  “So what we want to do this year is make sure, that our club supports the University's upstanding image and isn’t overly sexualizing the LGBT community. I thought we could have matching t-shirts so it’s also gender neutral.”

  “Could we get fitted ones too?” asked a long-haired girl sitting across the room from Dan. “I don’t want to wear that sack of potatoes of a t-shirt again.”

  Kyle sighed. “We’ll think about it but our point is to not sexualize the club’s image. There’s enough of that at the parade as it is.”

  Dan raised an eyebrow, but the girl replied right away. “How is girls wearing girly t-shirts sexualizing our image?”

  A few people rolled their eyes and slumped in their chairs, as if it wasn't the first time they heard this argument.

  Kyle raised his hands in a defensive gesture. “I didn’t say it’s a ‘no’. We’ll have to see what money allows.”

  “Well, I’m sure those who want a more expensive option can chip in to cover the difference,” said a bearded guy from the corner.

  “As long as they’re not totally different, then I suppose we can work something out. Anyone wants to volunteer to talk to the parade committee with me so we can arrange a good spot? We don’t want to end up in front of the BDSM float again.”

  Dan looked up at him. “Is there some kind of ongoing conflict I should know about?”

  Kyle tugged on his tie, pressing his lips together with a thoughtful frown. “I wouldn’t call it a conflict per se. It’s just that it’s not the image of the LGBT community that we want to project to the public.”

  Dan’s eyebrow shot up. What the hell did that mean?

  “That’s something we keep discussing here. You’ll get used to it,” said a boyish looking woman in a biker jacket.

  Kyle opened his pretty mouth, but before he could speak, a pudgy guy sitting to Kyle’s side butted in, pinching his thigh with a chuckle.

  “Kyle is all about the sanitized-gay.”

  Kyle flinched and took a step closer to Dan. “That is not what I mean! I only think that there is no reason to antagonize the more conservative members of the public.”

  “No one is asking you to walk around in leather, but what difference does it make whether the club is next to the BDSM group, or next to gay parents?” Dan shrugged, crooking his head.

  “The difference is, that it’s not something I want to be associated with. We then get photos from the parade, and can’t put them up in most places, because there are always half naked guys in leather somewhere in the background!” A flush was creeping up Kyle’s neck and his nostrils flared.

  “For once I do agree,” said the bearded guy. “I can’t show almost any photos to my parents.”

  Dan’s brows shot up even higher. He was starting to wonder how Kyle got to be the club president in the first place, since it was clear many of his opinions weren’t shared by the members. “Uh, well, everyone in that parade has family. And what’s the shame in liking BDSM? They are not naked during the parade itself.”

  “No, but they are almost naked--” Kyle got cut off by the same pudgy guy who pinched him before.

  “And as we all know, you don’t like that.”

  Kyle threw his arms in the air. “That is so not valid to this discussion!”

  The girl sitting next to Dan leaned over to whisper into his ear. “If you want to know, he’s as sanitized as it gets.”

  Dan blinked at her before turning his attention to Kyle again. “So?”

  Kyle shook his head and muttered, “Coffee break.”

  Dan straightened his back and looked straight at him as the club members slowly gravitated towards the food.

  “There’s donuts too...” Kyle shifted his weight from one foot to the other. “Sorry you had to witness this on your first day with us. It’s usually a lot more fun.”

  Dan got up from his chair and walked close enough to Kyle, to have to look down on his brown hair. “Sounds kinda exclusionary.”

  Kyle looked up at him, and Dan got electrified by that unmistakable bolt of chemistry. “But it’s not. It’s about showing the LGBT community as normal people, promoting equality and partnership.”

  “Are you saying leathermen are less normal than anyone else?”

  “To be honest, yes, I kinda am. Just think about it.”

  Dan frowned at him, settling on letting his silence speak for him. Kyle swallowed, nervously playing with his tie again.

  “Uhm, are y
ou a closet leatherman, or something?”

  “What if I were?” Dan kept a watchful eye on Kyle’s face, trying to read his mind. The guy was clearly uncomfortable. He kept fidgeting, and his gaze roamed all over Dan’s face, but avoided his eyes.

  “Well, I wouldn’t be happy if you turned up in some revealing outfit at the parade.”

  “I wouldn’t, but that’s not the point.” Dan shook his head and snapped his fingers in front of Kyle’s nose to get his attention. “How come a gay man, not exactly accepted by everyone out there, is so readily discriminating against a group that is proud of their sexuality?”

  Kyle stared at him, all wide-eyed. “Did you just freaking snap your fingers at me?” he asked, instead of answering the question.

  “You were avoiding my eyes.”

  “And I can do that if I want to.” Kyle frowned and inched away. “That is not on.”

  Dan felt the muscles around his mouth twitch, and he couldn’t suppress the wide smile that spread across his face. “I’m not intimidating you, am I?”

  “I... are you trying to?” Kyle appeared dumbstruck. He looked over his shoulder, to his friends at the coffee table, but help was clearly not coming.

  “No, but you’re trying to get away.” Dan sighed, then pinpointed Kyle with an even more intense gaze. “If things continue like this, you’ll not have coffee with me.”

  “Oh, you’re fast.” Kyle gave a nervous laugh. “I’m not ‘getting away’. I was just establishing some personal space.”

  “I don’t bite, unless it’s consensual.”

  Kyle stretched and wrapped his fingers on his own nape. “I kinda... yeah. Whoa.”

  “Yeah?”

  “I suppose we could grab coffee sometime. Yeah, that would be cool.” Kyle smiled and nudged Dan’s arm as if he were approaching a wild boar.