Slow Grind: Gay Men Tell Their Real-Life Sex Stories
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Rating | : | 4.87 (749 Votes) |
Asin | : | 1555835600 |
Format Type | : | paperback |
Number of Pages | : | 256 Pages |
Publish Date | : | 2016-08-04 |
Language | : | English |
DESCRIPTION:
Hotter Than Fiction "Slow Grind presents an all-new collection of hotter-than-fiction, wilder-than-your-wildest-dreams, real-life erotic escapades of men who were strong enough to walk into the flames and brave enough to talk about it later. A bevy of sexy adventures bare all and share all in this collection of 25 true stories that read like quality fiction--except f. "Lots of writers, lots of fun!" according to A Customer. This book has sexual confessions by gay authors such as Bob Condron (who also wrote the novel Easy Money), Donovan Lee (who also wrote the novel Getting Past Almost), and Shaun Levin (whose stories have appeared in many anthologies and journals). All the stories here will keep you reading, to see what will happen next. I'll give you a hint: it mig. K. S. Lall said A great stroke-story read. This book was great. These are real-life stories of hot sex between men, expertly edited. I heartily recommend it to all!
"Twenty years old last month.""Classic." Clearly, Kit likes my car. Looking at him, I have only one thought: I must have this beautiful boy!As I pull into the parking place, he strolls up to the car and leans casually on the frame of the open passenger window."Hi, my name is Christian." His smile is open, friendly, almost bashful."Christian? That's an imposing name.""Yeah. My folks call me Chrissy, but around here, I'm usually just Kit.""Kit's easier; it suits you," I comment. An excerpt by Michael MarshThe Alley off Polk StreetI spot the parking place and the hustler at the same time. My God! I think, he is wonderful; he is sexy. He lounges there, one leg propped up against the crude graffiti on the brick wall. My body suddenly shivers with lust.I am instantly aware of how different he is from the general population of homeless youth who meander up and down Polk Street daily. At the sound of my