From pairs to threesomes to big groups of guys, the boys in these six sex stories can’t help getting hardcore.
In One for the Money, a group of construction workers jerk off for a pot of cash. In Two for the Show, a kinky couple puts on a hot fetish performance for paying customers. Second Hand Porn gets a first-hand look at two coworkers swapping men’s magazines, while the gambler in Grinder pays a huge fee to enter a high stakes poker game. Don’t Look Around takes a hardcore look at domination and eye contact, but the gay divorce in Banging the Boy Band has the most fun of all when he gets down and dirty with the barely-legal teens in his daughter’s favorite guy group.
These boys like it hot and hard: hands, mouths, and more!
WARNINGS: This title contains hardcore gay sex, BDSM, and more group encounters than you can shake a stick at.
“Bad!” Mo roared. “Bad, bad, bad boy!”
Before Jared could ask what he’d done wrong, Mo was hauling him to his feet, tossing him back against the bed. When he met Mo’s gaze, he knew at once. He’d closed his eyes. He’d looked away. Exactly what he shouldn’t have done.
“I’m sorry,” Jared said.
“You know what you did?” Mo was heading to the closet, opening the door, pulling something out…
“I closed my eyes,” Jared said. “I’m sorry.”
“That’s right.” Mo showcased the instrument of doom. It was a single bamboo cane, thinner than his little finger.
“Holy Jesus…” Jared had never seen it before, but the sight made him shiver.
Wrapping one hand around his massive erection, Mo approached Jared slowly. “And this ain’t for your ass.”
Jared wasn’t sure if Mo was referring to his big black cock or to the bamboo switch. Maybe both?
“What’s it for?” Jared asked, leaning back against the bed.
Mo’s eyes were burning. In the periphery, Jared could just see his hand stroking his cock in a slow and regimented fashion. Mo was so controlled. He wasn’t just controlling. He had an amazing amount of self-discipline.
When the bamboo came crashing down, Jared jolted back against the bed. He heard it before he felt it. Even after the rod made contact with his shaft, his mind didn’t work fast enough to process the pain. That was slow to follow.
He stood there, dazed, watching Mo’s hand move like a stealth fighter. It wasn’t until the bamboo switch fell again that a streak of lightning pain shot through him. Christ, it hurt. Blinding pain.
A white flash crossed his field of vision and the bamboo fell again. His dick blazed. It hurt so much he wanted to curl down to the floor and hug himself tight. But he didn’t. He stood at the ready.