Noble, Nevada: The Alpha and Omega of Homoerotica

In my contemporary MM novel Noble, Nevada, the lovers Tony and Rick are both “alpha males,” in the sense that each one takes on the dominant role as the situation demands. There is rarely a sex scene where one man is in control of the other, except briefly—as the bareback rider, say, or as the one who initiates the love play.

There is something in my personality, or perhaps even deep in my psyche,  that will  not allow a completely passive partner. No one should read my books who  enjoys BDSM, except as one man might playfully “take down” his lover or forcefully take the active role as part of a need to pleasure the other.

When the novel begins, the drifter Rick, an experienced gay man, clearly seduces his partner Tony.  First Rick gives him a blow job. Then, needing to climax, he shows the first-timer what it means to be fucked by another man. This scene is from the POV of the inexperienced Tony:

He let Rick turn him gently onto his stomach. He knew his Wranglers were somewhere around his knees and he didn’t care. He knew there was more to come, but he didn’t know exactly what to expect. He knew that men fucked each other’s butts, but he didn’t know how a cock could fit in an asshole.

Let it happen. I’m ready. I’m hot all over again.

Then a stab of hot steel played along his crack. Rick was on top of him, holding himself up on the palms of his hands, needing to find an entrance. Tony spread his legs as best he could with the denim restricting him, then he reached back and tried to spread his own cheeks, straining to accept Rick’s cock.

“Tone, Tone, I’m sorry, man. I need some gel.” Tony felt Rick’s fingers, now wet with spit, work their way into his anus. Like tongs, his fingers scissored and moved inside him. Then he felt Rick’s mouth on his butt. Next, unbelievably, his tongue pushed right up into his asshole, trying to wet him.

Tony felt like he could almost come with the sensation of the snake-like tongue moving, slithering, in and out of his tight hole. But when the large prick entered, Tony cried out in pain and astonishment. Rick slid out and pushed in again. His long cock made it past the bunched muscles, and this time it was not so painful. A third time, then a fourth. Soon the rasping pain had become a curious, aching pleasure, and he let his sphincter muscles grab, then relax.

“Yes, yes, Tone. Just like that.” He heard Rick moaning, almost crying, and then shouting, “Now! Oh, please God, now.”

Only a few hours later, when they wake from a nap and get in the shower, the formerly passive Rick is ready to take on his new lover on his own terms.  Ironically, this scene happens again from the point of view of the one getting butt-fucked for the first time--the gay man himself, who has always been the alpha:

“Turn around.” Tone was speaking almost thickly, as though he found it hard to talk.

Rick turned and braced the heels of his palms against the shower enclosure. He hadn’t counted on the man wanting to fuck his ass. That had never happened, never. He didn’t even know how it felt. Then he felt Tone’s hands pulling his butt cheeks apart. His buttocks were encased in a firm grip, and a very determined shaft exploded into his anus.

He cried out sharply, surprised and hurt. But the prick did not slow down. It came out, then thrust in again, even harder. He could feel it was slippery with soap, and Tone behind him was ranting, “Fuck you, fuck you hard!”

Tone rammed all the way up, until their balls were slapping together. The man’s hairy chest against his back, his balls flapping against his ass, the way his searing cock rode up his spread butt— Oh, God, he was sore, and then Tone was gasping in relief.

They stood there for a while, letting the water beat down, Tone’s cock still in him. Then Rick turned around. “Shit, shit, man. Nobody ever fucked my ass before. I think I need a few lessons.” He would not admit, not yet, that ass-fucking was enjoyable only if he was the fucker. He cupped Tone’s face in his hands and searched his eyes, finding humor and a deep satisfaction....

“Don’t you know that one of us is supposed to be the, ah, the one on top?”

“No.” Tone laughed out loud. “Never heard of such bullshit.”

And  so it continues. As their relationship deepens, each man tries more and more to pleasure the other. The idea of “roles” plays little part in their growing closeness, except as lovers seeking to turn each other on to the fullest.

The omega--the end point--is my own play on words. The O is the asshole, that object of erotic fascination for both Rick and Tony. Each one learns what it means to experience anal orgasm....but only after some pain and frustration.

I hope you’ll read Noble, Nevada. Just don’t expect an alpha male to emerge, unless it be in the improbable guise of an old-world Italian man, fifty years young and wiser than either his son Tony or his handsome lover.

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