Barebacked by the Butt-Bandit: Picked Up, Brutalized, and Then Kicked Out

By Tosh Turner

He's on the prowl in his favourite pick up bar when he spots his intended bed mate for the night; young, cute and with an ass that would melt in the mouth. The kid is every butt-man's dream come true. He makes his move, makes the offer and is accepted.

Back in his apartment, the play acting and fake pretence start; the young kid is trying to take charge, set the rules and boss the situation. The Butt-Bandit is not at all happy; the slow sensual foreplay stops and the brutal pig sex starts, and the end result is ass-shattering.

Tired of romantic slop and looking for subject matter that pushes the boundary to the extreme limits?  Best selling erotic author, Tosh Turner with another explicit sex-feast graphically written to arouse and satisfy even the most avid reader. Detailed, hard and explicit and aimed at broadminded adults and over 18's only. If you are searching for real Gay hardcore you just found it. One handed reading guaranteed. Highly recommended gay filth - Scroll down to order now.

 

 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tosh Turner
• Release date: Jul 1, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393062332

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Barebacked by the Butt-Bandit

Picked Up, Brutalized, and then Kicked Out

How this all started, my fetish, my kink, is still fresh in my memory even though my first time took place maybe ten years ago now. I’m talking about my fetish for rimming, eating ass. It’s my kick these days; it’s what I’m known for, and the one thing that really gets me as hard as a rock with raw lust. But back then, the first time I received it, it felt so dirty, and disgusting, yet so delightful. Another man’s tongue in my hole, probing and pleasuring me in the same hole that I do my dirties from; it was the hottest thing I’d ever done in my life and I was hooked. And now, a few years later, I’m the expert, or the addict; maybe both.

Now let me make one thing clear; I love to fuck ass too, but something about a guy, preferably one I only met an hour before in a pickup bar, sitting on my face, his hole wide and gaping and my tongue all the way inside him lights a fire inside me that butt fucking just don’t come anywhere close to.

I rim, probe and tongue fuck. I consider doing something like that as a man-feast. If you never tried it, it’s the highest pleasure known to man, to me anyway. I’m a 100% kinky pervert and proud to admit it. I trawl the bars and clubs for one night stands, nothing long term for me, one time is more than enough and after that one taste I’m off looking for fresh ass to tongue-worship.

I pick up guys; younger or older than me, I’m easy; I’m the type who is always on the lookout for someone to take back to my place and tongue-fuck. I’ve had plenty of both, younger and older, and I’ll serve them all, but given a chance and I’ll take my pleasures young and sweet.

I'm just looking for whoever catches my eye, I guess, whoever has the best looking body with the tightest ass in the place at the time. It doesn't really matter about the age thing, young or old, it all comes down to finding fresh ass and if they're willing to come back home with me or not.

Most of the time, they are, and why the hell not? They have nothing to complain about afterwards, I make double sure of that. I'm good-looking, I'm available, and I’m here to please. So why shouldn’t a guy come back with me?

For the most part, when I’m at work or out and about shopping or something, I've got the appearance of a nice ordinary, respectable guy going about his day; trying to get things done without fuss or drama. It's at night when I change from that nice, normal looking guy into the beast that lurks beneath the clean cut Mr. Respectable look.

Nighttimes bring out the other side of me; and I like being that guy. At the clubs and bars I hang out in I can be whoever I want to be and do whatever and whoever I want to do, and balls to my daytime Mr. Respectable facade; that side of me vanishes at nights when I’m out on the prowl. Natural basic instinct kicks in and takes over almost like a Jekyll and Hyde kind of situation.

It’s weird; according to what I’ve been told I’m actually getting quite a heavy reputation around town for my