The men you need.
Zac Baker, Keenan Doyle and Hunter Hilton. A collaboration made in the filthiest part of gay heaven. Spicy gay fiction to get the heart pumping. Settle in. Unzip. These boys want to tell you a story.
Harrison
Let’s call this place a hidden gem. There are trails, so dog walkers at the least know it. The ground slopes away towards the city, but its far enough away that it’s not really on anyone’s radar. Midsummer and it is lush with new growth, and in its deepest places wild with brambles. Dark enough in mid-afternoon. It’ll be the black of hell at the after-midnight slot we imagine.
Ryan
There’s an intimacy about the act of being tattooed that just can’t be avoided. Online, and for weeks by email, we’ve pored over versions of the design. It is rounded perfectly to the pec, and I’ve found myself sharing detailed measurements of the ‘nipple to clavicle’ kind. He’s taken me through the process of colour mixing, and he’s started to understand how precisely I expect my intentions to be met.
Niels
Dressed for summer night in that bright shirt. The sunglasses that hide his gaze when they slip to where they shouldn’t, as they often do. Dressed for the sticky heat of summer night in those shorts. Tight shorts. Distressed denim shorts. Out in the streets at night in torn shorts, like that, boy? A boy could get in trouble in such short tight shorts as those, ripped as they are.
Charlie
Charlie’s nineteen. Been breaking this boy in for the last six months. Showing him what he is, what I want him to be. He learns fast. There’s something about the way he has taken to me, and taken to my cock, that makes him one of my very special boys.
Dieter
Heavy leather jacket. Black boots up to my knees. Seem to have forgotten the rest. Master Kink. Daddy Delicious. They light a cigar and it trails its vile smoke around my face. I manage 90% of the fantasy, then. Daddy at barely 20. They say I look older and mean it as a compliment.
Lee
He’s the handsome man that tips a life-changing proposition and not a note or even a bundle. The handsome man that drives a Jag, and steals me away into the night as soon as my second show is over. He sits beside me in intimate gloom, two sober gay men at 2am on a Saturday morning, sliding through the darkness until the city is far behind and a new life plan is just over the horizon.
The stories you’ll love.
Spicy MM romance. Gay erotica. Call it what you will. The temperature is just the same.
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