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J
OHN
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NMAN

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—On Top Down Under Reviews

“
Head-on
was a love at first read for me and it just confirms why I always get territorial and do the “HANDS OFF IT’S MINE!” routine whenever a new John story comes up for release…”

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 “I absolutely adore what I’ve read from John Inman so far and
Paulie
is another winner for me.”

—The Novel Approach

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 “Besides it being well-written in a casual, but effective manner—with endearing main characters and malevolent villains—it’s also touching and funny.”

—Rainbow Book Reviews

“John’s writing just draws you right in. It’s never over the top, but instead the funny moments just fit right into the narrative and dialogue organically…”

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By
J
OHN
I
NMAN

A Hard Winter Rain

Head-on

Hobbled

Jasper’s Mountain

Loving Hector

Paulie

Payback

The Poodle Apocalypse

Shy

Snow on the Roof (Dreamspinner Anthology)

Spirit

T
HE
B
ELLADONNA
A
RMS

Serenading Stanley

Work in Progress

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D
REAMSPINNER
P
RESS

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D
REAMSPINNER
P
RESS

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of author imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

Payback

© 2015 John Inman.

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© 2015 Maria Fanning.

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ISBN: 978-1-63216-627-2

Digital ISBN: 978-1-63216-628-9

Library of Congress Control Number: 2014953886

First Edition February 2015

Printed in the United States of America

This paper meets the requirements of

ANSI/NISO Z39.48-1992 (Permanence of Paper).

For John B., who always believed in me.

Anniversary

S
PENCE
’
S
GOLDEN
skin was familiar satin beneath my hands. His fingers buried themselves in my hair as I stroked his lean legs and ran my mouth along his thigh, tasting him as I had tasted him so many times before. And even now, in our fourth year together, he trembled beneath me, just as I knew he would.

Our lovemaking might be choreographed from long
experience, but that only meant we knew exactly what the other wanted—what the other ached for. Yet somehow tonight, in the midst of our anniversary celebration and after the consumption of two bottles of excellent Champagne, a nice dinner, and a couple of hours of sweet talk and cuddling on the sofa, our well-rehearsed choreography was about to be tossed out the window. Spontaneity would be unabashedly reinstated, and I’m pretty sure neither one of us saw
that
coming.

Sliding ever upward, I trailed my lips over Spence’s hip, kissing, probing, exploring, purposely avoiding the straining cock he was arching his back to place in my path.

Stubbornly, and with infinite amusement, I nudged the heavy shaft of flesh aside with my cheek and dipped my tongue into his belly button instead. He instantly gasped and curled up around my head like a spider in freefall, giggling insanely and grappling with me to withdraw.

“No! I can’t stand that.” He howled with laughter. “Stop stop
stop
!”

Loving the sensation of his cock throbbing against the side of my face, I snickered maliciously and muttered into a face full of soap-scented pubic hair, “What? What’s wrong? This doesn’t tickle, does it?”

I fought to stay where I was, but he threw me onto my back and spread his delectable body over mine to hold me down, straddling my chest with his long legs, all the while grinding his cock against my face and smearing a trail of precome across my lips.

I licked it away. “Hmm. Delicious.”

He howled even louder when I gripped his ass and pulled him closer, sucking his testicles into my mouth and rolling them around in a game of tonsil hockey.

“Oh, shit,” he screamed, laughing so hard he was gasping now. “Don’t do that. I hate that!”

It’s hard to talk with a mouthful of balls, but I managed. “No, you don’t. You love it!”

“It tickles, dammit!”

Slurp, slurp, gobble, snort.
“So what’s your point, cupcake?”

He spun over me until his head was pointed south instead of north, and the minute he did, he buried his face in
my
crotch and blew into my balls like a playful father blowing into a baby’s belly just to make fart sounds. Spence didn’t get any fart sounds out of me, but he got a damn good scream, which is probably what he was shooting for anyway.

I lifted my hips off the bed and arched my back into his face. It was a good move, for now I felt his mouth leave my balls and travel up my shaft to take my cockhead into his laughing mouth.

“White boy’s dripping,” he mumbled around me.

I burrowed my face under Spence’s crotch and squirmed my head to the side to get a better angle on his cock but couldn’t manage it, so I simply heaved him off me and dumped him on the bed at my side. Now, in a proper 69 position, I went to work in earnest. And so did he.

He groaned as I slid my tongue around his glans, sucking it in, drawing even more precome from his slit for my dining pleasure.

“You taste heavenly,” I whispered, clutching his ass and drawing a slow finger over his hole, making him shudder with delight. His legs trembled against me, and I was pretty sure my legs were trembling too.

When he pulled a Linda Lovelace and sucked my dick all the way down his throat and into his gullet, a skill I
still
hadn’t mastered, I
knew
my legs were trembling because he pulled them against him and slid his hands over my ass to hold me in place.

“Oh, baby,” he breathed over my cock, releasing me now to home in on my balls again. Spence loved tasting my balls. And he knew I loved it too.

Releasing
his
cock, I burrowed under his nuts, lifted his leg high and out of the way, and laid my mouth to his opening.

“Oh Christ, Tyler,” he gasped, once more grabbing a fistful of my hair, but he wasn’t pulling me away this time. He was pulling me
in
.

I lapped at his asshole like a hungry kid devouring an ice cream cone. Spence shuddered and gasped and bucked against me, and when my tongue tried to work its way in, he arched his back as far as it would go and pulled me even closer.

“You like this,” I muttered into him. “No, now, don’t deny it. You know you do.”

He tugged on my hair until I was beginning to wonder if I would have any left by the time this little session was over. “Oh, for Christ’s sake, Tyler, stop jabbering. I don’t need a running commentary. But oh, Jesus God yes, do
that
again. Oh Christ!”

He apparently decided he wasn’t at the optimal position for what we were doing, so he climbed on top of me, straddling me with his strong golden legs. He eased his ass down gently onto my face and settled in like a mother hen covering a nest of eggs.

And then, as happy as I had ever been in my life, I clutched his thighs to hold him in place and really went to town.

His asshole was delicious. His balls on my chin were heavenly. And when he bent forward to not only expose himself more completely to me, but also to take my cock into his mouth one more time, I thought I’d died and gone to heaven.

He dragged his dick back and forth across my chest, his breath coming in short little gasps, as I continued to burrow my tongue into his welcoming ass. I was confident he liked what I was doing because Spence’s viselike legs once again began trembling and shivering and squeezing me in their grip until I started to feel like a filbert in the jaws of a nutcracker. Which reminded me I was hungry.

“I love Chinese food,” I mumbled around his asshole.

“
Half
-Chinese,” he gasped. “How many times do I have to tell you? I’m
half
-Chinese. Oh God, don’t stop, Ty. Please don’t stop.”