Rough as guts, tough as nails - and twice as horny. Alpha males are top of the fantasy fodder food chain. Guys with scars, tattoos and piercings, tough working-class men who aren’t afraid to get down and dirty, ex-cons and skinheads who reek of danger and hard, crude sex. These guys are always ready to pop a load: anywhere, anytime, anyhow. In this hot collection of Barry Lowe’s hardest erotica you’ll meet a cross section of tough guys, such as the former prison inmate who breaks into a young student’s room expecting to find his girlfriend who has long since departed. Or the guy, brutally robbed, who runs into his mugger in a supermarket; the intimidating skinhead who lives in the apartment above a frightened gay couple; the razor gang thug who is forced to fight for his life among the debris of the Depression; the graffiti artist who lives by his wits on the streets but whose secret life is discovered by his brother’s violent gang; the plumber who is greeted at the door by a writer dressed in ludicrous drag because he works under a woman’s name; the top notch businessman who resorts to bondage to wreak his revenge on the co-worker he fancies; the builder who tries subterfuge to seduce his workmate and also the man whose house he is repairing; and, the ex-con who will do anything to turn his sister’s boyfriend. Some of these tough guys are the stuff of nightmares, but they’ll get you good and hard while you read of their adventures. Rough & Ready was originally published by loveyoudivine Alterotica and includes - Stocks & Shared, Scarface, Ceps Mad about Muscle, The Plumber’s Mate, Climbing Up the Wall, Little Red Rides da Hood, The Dex Factor, Jailhouse Cock, and The Skinhead Upstairs, all previously published as individual eBook by loveyoudivine Alterotica. Climbing up the Wall was first published in Hard Hats: Gay Erotic Stories, edited by Neil Plakcy (Cleis Press, 2008) in a slightly shorter version Excerpt: He was demonically handsome. Envy had it that he’d had commissioned a well known artist to paint his portrait and the result was stored in his attic. His thick, burnished russet hair reflected his fiery personality, and his piercing green eyes could see through weakness, scams and bullshit like Superman through brick. To make it even more unfair on the rest of us mere mortals who had to sweat for a living, Mitch Badham was athletic, good at social sports, tennis, golf and squash, aided immeasurably by powerful tanned legs with a dusting of light hair like icing sugar on a cake, and had a package that his tight carefully tailored Armani slacks hugged like cling wrap does to beef in the freezer. Wealth, adoration, and success stalked him. And so did I. What attracted me and got me instantly hard was his incredible sculpted ass. Perfectly round cheeks, full but not flabby, encased tightly enough that you couldn’t help but notice them, especially if you were behind him as, inevitably, I was. I could not compete with the fucker, either in looks, physique, or economic ability. I hated the bastard. I believed I had more reason than most. Perhaps I should explain how Mitch came to be at my mercy. Well, my obsession…there I’ve said it, and I don’t feel any great sense of relief in my admission…caused my stocks at the firm to plummet. While Mitch was in ascendancy, I was very definitely in descendency. In fact, I suspected that the meeting called for 11a.m. Monday in the boardroom was to seal my dismissal. Basically, I was past caring. With my dismissal imminent, I was unlikely to find another job in my area of expertise, so why not wreak revenge on my nemesis.