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  “Whoa!”

  “Don’t you dare come,” Andy warned as he slipped his fingers out.

  The host crawled from his lap and assumed the position on his knees.

  Andy got behind him and pressed the head of his cock against the hole. “Are you ready for this?”

  “Yes.”

  Andy tried to enter. It took a couple of tries, then…

  “Ouch!”

  He made it. His dick slid in like it was made for this ass. “Baby, that feels so good. Are you okay?”

  “Yes,” the host said again.

  Andy stopped talking and put his attention back on what he was doing, having sex with this incredible guy. The younger man found the rhythm, and they made love in silence while listening to the music.

  “Mr., I think I’m about to come.”

  Andy did a quick reach around and felt a very hard dick. “Let me help you with that.” Andy pumped his hips faster.

  “Yes!” the host shouted. “Ah!” His soft buns pressed into Andy’s belly.

  Andy had to deal with his own approaching climax. “I’m about to come, too. Let’s do it together.” He removed his hand from around the other guy’s cock, palmed his hips, and then rocked the host’s body back and forth while thrusting his own hips. This sent his dick in deep. It was the tightest hole he’d ever encountered.

  The host came first. “Oh! Ooh!”

  Andy couldn’t take it anymore. That sexy fucking voice did something to him. He followed over the edge. “Um!” He didn’t think he’d ever stopped coming.

  The host sank on the mattress.

  Andy wiped the sweat from his brow and around his eyes as he lowered himself on the host, covering him with his body. Andy lay there for a moment and then eased out of him. He lifted his body and moved over to the pillow. The host snuggled up against him. Andy thought that was kind of cute, especially after he heard him snoring contently. Andy closed his eyes, too.

  The host was gone when Andy awakened. He showered, dressed, and then went downstairs. The party was still in full swing.

  Yong walked over to him when he appeared in the lounge. “How was it?”

  “I think I’m in love.”

  Yong chuckled. “Wow, that was fast.”

  “Where is he?”

  “He and his friends left about an hour ago,” Yong answered.

  “Darn. I wanted to get his name,” Andy said.

  “It thought you might. All I have on him is A. J. Kim.”

  That could have fit a thousand people in South Korea. “You mean he’s not a regular host?” Andy asked.

  Yong shook his head. “He’s not a host at all. Those four come here occasionally for special occasions like this. They’re from very prominent families, and it’s hard for them to get out and date other men.”

  “How does he know about the room upstairs?”

  “It’s where he and his friends stay if they’ve had too much to drink. Of the four, he’s not much of a drinker, so they sleep it off and then go home. I had the apartment put in just for that reason. Rich guys tip very well for comfort.”

  “We left it kind of messy,” Andy confessed.

  “I’ve already sent someone up to clean it,” Yong said.

  “Let me know the next time he comes here,” Andy said.

  “Aren’t you going to ask me what he looks like?”

  “Normally I would, but I hate to say it, but when it comes to him it doesn’t matter. I can’t explain it. I just feel comfortable around him.”

  “I will let you know the minute he steps foot in here,” Yong promised. “But I have the feeling you are bound to cross paths with him again.”

  Andy bowed to his old friend. “I better go. I’m fighting in a match tomorrow.”

  “Good luck,” Yong said.

  Andy left the club, climbed into his car in the parking lot and drove back to the hotel.

  Chapter Two

  The last person Ae-Jong needed to see bright and early in his bedroom was his best friend and assistant, Ra Day. The two of them had been friends since infancy.

  “Wake up, sleepyhead. You have a busy day ahead of you.”

  Ae-Jong tried to sit up. “Damn!” He sank back down.

  “What’s wrong?” Ra asked.

  “Nothing,” Ae-Jong lied. He tried again and successfully sat up and moved his feet to the side of the bed. But when he tried to stand pain shot up from his legs to his ass. “Ouch!” He fell back down on the mattress. “What is wrong with me?”

  Ra looked down at him. “You seem to be suffering from ‘the morning after.’”

  “After what?” Ae-Jong asked. He hadn’t drunk any alcohol and hangovers usually didn’t hurt that far down.

  “After losing your virginity. Congratulations,” Ra teased. “Today you are a man.”

  Ae-Jong stopped fidgeting. “Is this normal?”

  “Yes, especially if the lover is, how should I say this? Packing.”

  “Packing. I do not know that term.”

  “It means he has a big cock,” Ra explained. “Did he?”

  “Yes,” Ae-Jong answered honestly. “He took his time with me, but it still hurt like crazy.”

  Ra chuckled. “Yeah, I remember my first time. I thought someone had put a tree trunk up my bum.”

  Ae-Jong laughed even though he was in a lot of pain.

  Ra clapped, and two servants appeared in the room. “I need one of you to run Ae-Jong a tub of hot water with a little mineral salt in it.” He pointed to the other guy. “I need you to get him two aspirin and a glass of water.”

  Both servants entered the bathroom. Ae-Jong heard the water running. The other servant appeared with the aspirin and the glass of water. He had to try to sit up to take it. “Ow!”

  “Take the medicine and stop being a baby,” Ra said.

  Ae-Jong popped the two tablets into his mouth and used the water to wash them down. He handed the glass back to the servant. “Thank you.”

  The other servant came out of the bathroom. “The tub is ready.”

  “Good,” Ra said. “We need to get him out of the bed. He’s no longer a child. He has been deflowered by a lover.”

  As if he wasn’t embarrassed enough by having Ra see him in such a weakened state. Now the servants were laughing on his behalf. Fortunately, both of them were gay, too, so they knew how he felt. First, they got him to his feet, and then one of them got on either side of him and carried him into the bathroom. Ra followed and watched while his personal servants undressed him, stood with him by the toilet so he could empty his bladder, and then helped him into the tub, where they bathed him from head to toe. Then they left him alone for a few minutes to soak.

  “It’s a pity you didn’t get his name,” Ra said.

  “He’s a foreigner with blond hair and blue-green eyes,” Ae-Jong said. “And he wears Giovanni cologne, which means he’s not poor. Find him.”

  Ra chuckled sarcastically. “Yeah, where do you propose I begin? Do you think Yong Rhee might know who he is?”

  Ae-Jong nodded. “They were together when I first noticed him. Yong Rhee would not invite just anyone to one of his get-togethers.” He sighed. “All the while we were together, I felt there was something about him that was familiar.”

  “Like what?” Ra asked.

  “I don’t know. His voice, or maybe it was his height. I have a feeling that I’ve seen him somewhere before.”

  “Then I will call Yong later and ask him, but right now you need to get out of the water and dress for breakfast.” Ra clapped, and the two servants returned. They helped Ae-Jong out of the tub, dried him and then took him back into his bedroom. Ae-Jong’s bed had been stripped and the linen taken down to the laundry. His casual outfit had been laid out, along with a pair of slippers. As in most Asian households, shoes were not allowed to be worn inside of the house. They were taken off at the front door and left in the genkan or a closet. Ae-Jong was a fashionista, which meant he liked clothing and had lots of shoe
s, so many they were stored in a closet in his room, arranged by style and color. Once dressed, he and Ra left the room and then went downstairs to join the rest of his family for breakfast.

  * * * *

  Jung-Woo Kim watched as his son Ae-Jong and his best friend Ra Day entered the small, private dining room. Ae-Jong walked funny. Jung-Woo sighed, knowing exactly why. Ra had informed him that Ae-Jong had had his first sexual experience and was now suffering from a malady only bottoms experienced. He knew eventually it would happen. Being the father of a gay child wasn’t easy. He hoped the other guy had been gentle and someone who cared about Ae-Jong, not just some one-night stand.

  Ae-Jong and Ra bowed. “Joh-eun achim.”

  The rest of the family repeated the greeting. “Joh-eun achim.”

  The two young men sat. Also present at the table was Jung-Woo’s older brother Rin, Rin’s wife, Jae-Ha, their sons Bae and Doh and two of their daughters Mee-Yon and Choon-Hee. Also joining them were Ae-Jong’s two best friends Chika Nah and Hanako Tan.

  The servants began bringing in food to the family. The topic of conversation was the meeting of the singing group Dazed and their new boss. Normally meetings were held at the entertainment agency in town, but tomorrow the meeting was going to be held in the palace conference room.

  “What do you suppose your new manager will be like?” Bae asked after he was served some grilled fish.

  Ae-Jong shrugged.

  “Anyone would be an improvement over the last one,” Rin said sarcastically.

  Ae-Jong’s cheeks turned pink with embarrassment. Their last manager had been an American CIA agent by the name of Edward Green who moonlighted as an entertainment manager. Unfortunately, Ae-Jong had fallen for the guy and for a brief time they were engaged. No one in the family actually liked the bloke or trusted him except Ae-Jong. Sometimes first loves could be very blind, and just as quickly as the romance started, it ended. Edward cheated on him and was now engaged to marry an American singer.

  “Sorry that Father hurt your feelings, Jongie,” Doh said, calling Ae-Jong by his nickname. “But you know he speaks the truth. Edward Green was a creep.”

  His two male cousins were at least fifteen years older than Ae-Jong and always tried to keep him on the straight and narrow path. “Okay, no falling for the future manager.”

  “Yes, that’s right,” Jung-Woo said. “Whoever it is going to be is going to need help from you guys, especially you, Ra.”

  “I will try not to lead him astray,” Ra replied as he ate some of his kimchi.

  Jung-Woo tried not to smile, though it was no secret that he had a soft spot for his son’s assistant. “Try hard.” Ra wore many hats. He not only was Ae-Jong’s best friend, but also his personal assistant. He was also going to be this new manager’s assistant and help him manage Dazed. Ra was not only gorgeous, but he was the tallest of the four, knew a thing about fashion, and at twenty-five had a pretty good head on his shoulders when it came to business.

  The conversation changed. His brother’s anniversary was rapidly approaching, and Tory Albertson had suggested that Dazed make their return by performing during the television event. Tory was the guy who owned Dazed’s contract. There would be new costumes, new songs, and the release of a new video. Tory had orchestrated everything from his office in the United States and was here in town now to check on the progress.

  “Are our costumes ready yet?” Hanako asked Ra. Hanako was just a couple of months older than Ae-Jong and about an inch taller.

  Jung-Woo was trying to get used to Hanako’s blond hair.

  “The tailor is supposed to have them ready tomorrow,” Ra answered.

  “I’m sure you all will look very handsome, especially with all those new muscles,” his sister-in-law Jae-Ha said.

  The princesses giggled. Luckily, they were both married and were more like sisters to Ra, Hanako, and Chika than romantic interests. It was true the members of Dazed did look different now than they had two years ago. They were manlier after the rigorous military training and all the martial arts they had been doing since they were kids.

  After breakfast, most of the family went to their rooms to change for their usual busy day of greeting guests and going off to perform their charitable duties. Later, all of the males would be attending The King’s Ransom Martial Arts Competition.

  Chapter Three

  “What do you mean you want me to take Ae-Jong off your hands?” Andy asked his cousin Edward as they watched a young martial artist annihilate every opponent stupid enough to get into the ring with him. They were at a special dojo near the emperor’s palace in Seoul. The emperor was there with several other men Andy did not recognize. Many people were placing bets on the fighters. Tory Albertson, Adam Montgomery, and Luke Austin were also there with them sitting nearby. Tory Albertson owned Albertson Entertainment, and Adam, Luke, and his cousin Edward worked for the man as idol managers.

  “Noel is threatening to call off our engagement if I don’t sever my ties with him and his family.”

  “Ah, now I see the real reason you’re here!” Andy had to speak loudly over the noise so Edward could hear him. “Noel should understand that you were Ae-Jong’s manager, so you have a history with him.”

  “Have you not met Noel? Do you think he cares?”

  Andy frowned at his two-hundred and fifty-pound cousin. Edward had gotten himself into quite a pickle this time, engaged to two guys at the same time. Now he was trying to fix things. Andy thought Edward would have taken care of this before he and Noel sent out wedding invitations. Andy went along with the conversation like he didn’t know what was going on. “Don’t you think Ae-Jong has seen your engagement announcements in the media?”

  Edward shook his head. “I doubt it. Boston and New Orleans are pretty far away.”

  The noise in the dojo was damn near deafening. Guys loved showing encouragement to other guys during times like this. Andy put his gaze on the match. The one in the ninja garb was still wiping out opponents. “Why don’t you just let him down easily? I’m sure he’ll understand.”

  Edward pointed to the young man in the ring dressed entirely in black. “That is Ae-Jong. Something must have pissed him off. Do you still think he’ll understand?”

  “What?” Andy tried to get a good look at the fighter. The guy wasn’t very tall, maybe five seven or eight, but he had muscular legs and a great ass. Andy couldn’t see his face under the ninja mask, so it could have very well been Ae-Jong.

  “All of this is your fault for training him.”

  “Don’t blame this on me. I trained Tomahiko, not him.”

  At one time Edward was engaged to R&B singer Tomahiko Akiyama, too.

  “Ae-Jong was actually trained by a ninja, and as you can tell, he’s damn good at it, even though he’s a shorty.”

  “Ouch!” Ae-Jong just head-butted a taller opponent. Blood spurted from the guy’s nose. The crowd cheered.

  “Look at that ass,” Edward said.

  Andy couldn’t stop looking at it. “You’re so evil.” Edward knew he was a sucker for a pretty face and a nice body. He liked shorties. It was easier to maneuver in bed with a smaller guy than one closer to his height and weight. Between the dancing and the martial arts, Ae-Jong had a rocking body. “I’ll think about it.”

  “Well, you better think fast. You’ll be in the ring with him in a couple of minutes.”

  “So, when do you plan to tell him about Noel?”

  Edward went silent.

  “You do plan to break your engagement with Ae-Jong before the ceremony, don’t you?”

  “I thought you might do that for me,” Edward replied.

  Andy gasped. “What? Eddie, we’re no longer kids, and you don’t need me to do your dirty work for you.” For all his bravado his cousin was a pussycat when it came to his lovers. “How did you break up with Tomahiko?”

  “Well, he kind of broke up with me when I caught him sucking some other guy’s cock.”

  Andy rolled his
eyes at Edward. “Ae-Jong is a prince, and he deserves to hear it from you. He might take it better than you think.”

  Ae-Jong not only beat his opponent but tossed his ass out of the ring. “Do you really think he’ll understand?” Edward asked.

  Andy nodded.

  “Are there any more challengers?” the announcer asked as the young martial artist hopped around the ring like he had ants in his pants.

  Edward nudged Andy.

  “What?”

  “Your turn.”

  Andy looked at him oddly. “Are you crazy? I can’t fight him now. He’s just a kid.”

  “Are you afraid?” Edward asked.

  Andy wasn’t afraid of anything or anybody, and Edward knew he liked a challenge. Why did he have the feeling that Edward had this planned all along?

  “Go tame that wildcat.”

  As kids, Edward used to goad him into doing stupid shit that used to get both of their asses in trouble. He bet this would, too. Andy removed his shoes, socks, jacket and raised his hand so the announcer could see him.

  “Ooh, we have a willing opponent.”

  Andy removed his shirt but kept on his white wife-beater. Everyone gazed in his direction as he walked toward the ring.

  “Look at that body,” the announcer said. “What a worthy challenger.”

  Andy handed his registration form to a guy at the table. The betting began again. The emperor and the others watched him, too. He looked over at Ae-Jong. Very dark, angry eyes glared at him from behind the black ninja mask.

  The rules were cited, and then the announcer moved away so the match could begin.

  Ae-Jong flew at him, knocking Andy off balance by the surprise attack. Ae-Jong had to be wielding a lot of power to be able to rock him. He steadied himself. There was no way he was going to let some small fry get the better of him. For every blow Ae-Jong made, Andy countered it. Then Ae-Jong changed strategy on him and began combining acrobatics with his moves. At six feet tall, two hundred pounds, Andy knew he couldn’t match Ae-Jong’s speed or agility, and this allowed Ae-Jong to get cocky and get in some pretty good licks. Andy and Edward had been taught to never let an opponent get the upper hand or lose a match. He hadn’t lost one yet, and he didn’t plan to lose this one. Just because Ae-Jong was younger, lighter on his feet and a ticking time bomb didn’t mean he had the advantage.