Big, Beefy and Freaky

By Henry Pepper

A Short story guaranteed to arouse, stimulate and satisfy any true devotee or those needing something other than the usual ‘gay boy’ dross; Looking for something special? Something that won’t disappoint? You just found it! One handed reading guaranteed. Scroll down to order now.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Henry Pepper
• Release date: Jul 9, 2020
• ISBN: 9781005420239

Henry Pepper

I started writing stories when I was five years old. I wrote essays, articles, and over a million words of nonfiction before turning to fiction in 2017. I watched erotic authors having way too much fun, and after writing my first erotic romance, I was hooked.I writes erotic gay romances. My imagination is filled with Bikers, prisoners, and carpenters. My sex-positive books (M/M) are emotional stories that keep readers coming back for more.I live in Philippines and likes reading, travel, and I loves hearing from my readers.

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Big, Beefy and Freaky

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Henry Pepper

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All Rights Reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the publisher.

Age Disclaimer:

This book is for adult audiences only. It contains substantial sexually explicit scenes with graphic language which may be offensive by some readers. All sexual activity in this work is consensual and all sexually active characters are 18 years of age older.

Big, Beefy and Freaky

Some may have called it an obsession, but I really just preferred to call it a preference. It wasn't that I specifically looked for people that fit my ideals of what I wanted in a lover or in a Friday night fuck or whatever else you wanted to call it.

It just sort of happened to come along without my helping it at all.

I wasn't one of those people who went to specific clubs, looking for a specific kind of person. I wasn't one of those people who bought magazines catered to my demographic. I really just wanted to go on living my life in a perfectly normal way, going about my business, going to work every day and coming home. If I happened to find someone who fit my idea of a good time, then that was what I was going to go for.

My friends thought it was a little weird, but they never said anything, at least not to my face, not anything obvious about what they thought of my preferences.

Hey, I was allowed to like whatever I wanted, and if I wanted a guy with a little extra meat on him, some extra padding for the cold winters we got her in Chicago, I was allowed to go after that.

But like I said, I wasn't one of those guys to go to the special clubs, the special places where people like that gathered. I preferred to find them on my own.

Sometimes, though, I had to sink down to that level. Sometimes, time passed and I