Wednesday, June 15, 2016

Get Hasselled with Santino Hassell with Out of the Five Boroughs: Flip Side – Chapter 1 from Nunzio’s POV



Flip Side

Chapter 1 from Nunzio’s POV

I’d always been a jealous person.

Growing up an only child in a war zone of a household had given me selfish qualities. Money, food, the few toys I’d had—I’d hid my shit so no one else could get it. I wanted to keep the few things I had all to myself. Sometimes that included people. Okay, so generally that only included Michael.

Whether it was with other kids on the block, his cousins, guys at the handball court, or classmates, I’d never understood the point of him hanging out with others when I was right there—ready and always available just for him. Our entire friendship consisted of me waiting for him to finish with other people and get to me, and now we were doing that same old dance again. But not even with his dickhead ex-boyfriend Clive. Nah, this time I was waiting for him to stop playing tonsil hockey on the sidewalk with some blond yuppie in a periodic table T-shirt.

If I said I hadn’t considered throwing the kid in front of a fucking bus, I would have been lying.

“Gotta go home,” David panted against Michael’s mouth. His hands came up as if to push Michael away, but Michael just kissed down his throat. The kid’s eyes rolled back. “Fuck.”

My chest constricted, and I looked away. Where was a cab when I needed one? There were usually about twenty on this corner. Instead, it was just the three of us—well the hookup-to-be and a side of pissed off guido—and the three million other gay dudes looking to catch a cab now that the club was closed. None of them even paid attention to the spectacle of my best friend hungrily devouring a thirsty twink with a nice ass. Biz as usual round these parts.

I walked to the end of the curb, my sullen jealousy dampening my buzz just enough to keep me steady, and thrust out a hand. There was a sea of lights on the other end of the street, but my eyes were too blurry for me to figure out what I was seeing. Were they cabs? I couldn’t tell. Maybe I wasn’t so steady after all.


The sound of my name rolling off Michael’s tongue in that lust-thickened voice went straight to my dick. I didn’t look back at him, still squinting at the cars waiting at the light. “Sup Mikey?”

A large warm hand clamped down on the back of my neck and dragged me backwards. I found myself pressed against Michael’s chest as he leaned heavily against me and spoke with his lips pressed against my ear. “Can I take him to your apartment?” he whispered. “I’ll owe you.”

I shot David a look, hoping to scare him off and take Michael home all by my damn self, which had been the original plan, but caught myself. The kid was looking between me and Michael, grinning wickedly, and I returned the sentiment.

“Sharing is caring, Mikey.”

His head rested on my shoulder. “Whatchu mean?”

I kept leering at David and ignored my adorably confused best friend. I also ignored the way his hands had dropped to slide down my chest, and the way his fingers managed to drag along me nice and slow. Even after nearly twenty years, I didn’t know if Michael was just a flirtatious and handsy drunk or if the alcohol unlocked the part of his brain that found me attractive. Instead of asking, I jerked my chin at David.

“Hey sweetheart. How do you feel about the Eiffel Tower?”

He scrunched his face, stupidly charming in a way that I very badly wanted to wreck. I could practically picture him covered in my handprints and cum. Licking my lips, I did nothing to deter the fact that Michael now had me in a full body press with his crotch all up on my ass. He was also nuzzling my neck. Definitely just a handsy drunk. These moments always gave me déjà vu.

“You mean, like, the monument in Paris or that thing where two guys have me in the middle and high-five each other while nailing me?”

“That’s the one,” I said cheerfully. “You up for a little interpretive fucking?”

“I…” David was hesitating, but the bulge in his tight little jeans was visible even in the dark. “Are you sure?”

My head jerked back. Was I sure? Huh. The little bastard was observant, wasn’t he? Had sniffed out my sulking with the quickness.

“You up for it, Mikey?” I asked, not answering the question. “I think our new friend wants us to share him.”

“Fine with me as long as I get to fuck that ass,” Michael rumbled in my ear. “I don’t mind when you watch.”

I shuddered, my eyelids lowering, and there was no way David missed the way my body responded to Michael. He smiled real big, real knowing, and I sneered before going back to the task of flagging a cab. The last thing I needed in life was some random stranger catching on to my feelings and making comments. This was why it was better when we partied without witnesses.

Michael and David had returned to sucking face by the time I shoved them in the back of a cab. The driver stared at us impassively, waiting for an address, which I gave him right before the two horny bastards to my left started ripping at each other’s clothes. They didn’t even get anything done—just yanked at buttons and belts with zero effect while their tongues slicked together in such a sloppy makeout that my lust singed some of my jealousy.

As much as I wanted it to be me who Michael was ravishing, maybe I could settle for just watching. Seeing him in action was like being present for the filming of really good porn. The way he cupped the back of the little bastard’s head and licked into his mouth like he was worshipping it, how his fingers clenched in all of that pretty blond hair, and the low groans that leaked from between their lips.


Settling wasn’t gonna happen. I’d been doing it for too long.

Why couldn’t he be kissing me?

Why couldn’t I be tasting him, feeling his hands and his heartbeat, and be on the other end of all of that searing desire?

Why was it never me?

Why could I make it with every other man in the five boroughs except for the one I loved?

David’s hand fell on my thigh and squeezed, jerking me out of the downward slide into hopeless despair. And thank God he had. I wasn’t drunk enough to get through this without constant distraction.

Their lips broke apart, and David turned his face to give me a heavy-lidded stare down. Professional come-bang-me stuff. I had to hand it to the kid. He had game. And he’d had his share of threesomes if he had a developed sixth sense for bitter assholes feeling left out of the party.

“Kiss him,” he whispered to me as Michael latched onto his neck again. “I know you want to.”

“You don’t know shit,” I lied pointlessly.

“I know you want to kiss him.” David grabbed for me, fingers twisting in my collar, and jerked me forward. “Don’t be afraid…”

“Shut up.”

I dropped my hand to his lap, rubbing the heel of my hand against his dick. His head fell back against the seat cushion, thighs spreading, as Michael started kissing him again. To avoid watching them, I ripped down David’s zipper and slid my hand into his pants. The kid was packing more heat than I’d expected, and precum was already pearling at his slit. I rubbed my thumb against it before curling my fingers around the thick shaft and tracing the protruding veins.

David released a sound that was caught between a whine and a plea, which is when the cab skidded to a stop in front of my apartment building. I careened forward, one hand still caught in his pants, and braced the other against the Plexiglas to stop my face from slamming into it.

“Damn, man,” I grumbled at the cabbie. “You had to do all that?”

“Cash or credit?” he asked flatly.

I sucked my teeth and tried to fish out my wallet while still squeezing on David’s cock. The kid was squirming and panting while Michael kept tonguing the hell out of him. It was a good time to stop teasing the kid, but his little pornographic sounds were finally getting me going. At least he had the decency to be sexy as hell even though his existence had ruined my plan for the night. Why had I encouraged Michael to flirt with him? I was a fucking idiot. Or seriously deluded.

“You going to pay or no?” the cabbie demanded. “This is ridiculous.”

“Sorry, man.”

I swiped uselessly at the card reader, missing it repeatedly. I squinted, trying to figure out where the little box was, and a hysterical laugh welled in my throat when I missed it once again. Holy shit, I was a disaster. And way too old to be this foolish.

David released a louder moan, and the cabbie directed his serious stare to him and Michael.

“No mess!”

I finally swiped my card. “You got it.”

The machine beeped and I declined a receipt before kicking the door open. It took a herculean effort to rip my hand out of David’s tight jeans and drag both of the still groping men out of the back of the cab. It had barely sped off before David wrapped his arms around Michael and effectively sent them both slamming down to the concrete steps.

It must have hurt but neither of them seemed to notice. They were lost in their own world of groping and kissing—so delighted to be wrapped up in each other that it should have been my cue to leave.

“Jesus, you horny little freaks, get your asses inside,” I said, forcing a laugh.

David broke the kiss long enough to whisper against Michael’s mouth, “You taste good.”

Michael sucked on David’s lower lip before releasing it. “You taste gorgeous.”

Leaving them on the stoop was starting to look like a good idea. But I didn’t.

I was a jealous fuck, but I was also a stubborn one. Nunzio Medici didn’t give up until he was knocked out of the fight. Even if the fight consisted only of keeping Michael’s attention on me instead of a cute little blond.

We’d see what happened once everyone was naked.

To be continued…


Out 11th July 2016


After a decade of serving in the Army, everyone still expects me to be Dominic 'Nicky' Costigan--the skirt-chasing player. They don't know I've been spending my days trying to figure out my post-military life. Including how to pick up guys.
When I meet Luke on a hookup app, he makes it clear it's for one-night only. That's fine with me, because I'm down to see what this silver fox can do. But after I arrive at his doorstep, it doesn't take long to realize we have serious chemistry, and we end up meeting again.
He's got more walls around his heart than a military base, but I think he's as addicted to me as I am to him. He can't resist me for long. I mean, who can? Except Luke's rules exist for a reason, and when I test his limits, things get complicated. Maybe too complicated.
*FAST CONNECTION is a standalone, full-length romance novel with no cliffhanger*




Meet Santino Hassell

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Santino is an author of gay romance that is heavily influenced by the gritty, urban landscape of New York City, his belief that human relationships are complex and flawed, and his own life experiences. His new book, FIRST AND FIRST, is the third in the Five Boroughs series and will be released on April 18, 2016. It is a standalone with a HEA ending.








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  2. Wow! I love to have Nunzio's side of the story. I loved the threesome scene at the beginning of Sutphin Boulevard. It's so good to have another point of view...

  3. Loved this story. Getting Nunzio's POV makes it even hotter. *Starts rereading SB - again*

  4. Loved this story. Getting Nunzio's POV makes it even hotter. *Starts rereading SB - again*

  5. To be continued. When? Now?? Please now.

  6. I really need to read this book again! :)

  7. Holy Shit! If I hadn't already read SB, I would have been heartbroken for Zio that Mikey couldn't see what was right in front of him. I could read a whole retelling from Zio's POV.


  8. H-O-T!!

  9. Love this so much!! Great POV!!


  10. Loving this monthly installments, although the wait is hell! ;)

  11. Loved this series. Can't wait to read more Santino!

  12. awwww nunziooo. i love seeing things from his POV

  13. Thanks for giving us Nunzio's POV! Made me feel for him and admire his perseverance even more. And the part with the credit card was too funny.


  14. So hot! Thanks for sharing.

  15. Poor Nunzior. I'm so glad that I read Sutphin Boulevard already and know Nunzio finally gets Mikey. I'm loving his POV, thank you. I can't wait for the next installment.

  16. Really loving this point of view!

  17. Thank you for Nunzio's POV! So good >.<
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  18. I loved this post. I haven't read Sutphin Boulevard yet but am loading it onto my kindle after I finish posting this!

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  19. Love Nunzio...loved reading about that threesome too. :)

  20. I love this sooo much <3 This gave the insight I always hoped for (closed the gap)

    1. Hi Mikku, congrats - you are the lucky winner of this onth's author column from Santino Hassel. An email is on its way to you. Happy reading!

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    3. OMG, I'm so happy. Email is on its way :3 *^* Thank you so much <3

  21. This series is awesome!!! Thanks for the POV!!! Can't wait for Fast Connection!!!!

  22. Love Nuzio's side of the story! And I love this series. <3 Thanks for sharing!

  23. I really need to start reading the series...