Barebacking Teenaged Twinks: The XXX Trilogy of Risky Stranger-Sex

By Tosh Turner

Three highly erotic short stories of teenaged twinks, mature hunks, and exciting but risky, dangerous 'Stranger-Sex'; hard, brutal and bareback. No slow build ups, no boring story lines; just hot 'n' nasty man-on-boy sex that gets straight to the meat.

Please note that these shorts have been taken from previously released material, some even from the best sellers lists, and bundled together so please check titles in case you have read them before; Titles are, 'Public Toilets', 'The Cleaning Boy', 'Spanked, Bruised and Barebacked'.

Best selling erotic author, Tosh Turner with an explosive, explicit sex-feast of hardcore 'Teens and Hunks' sex graphically written to arouse and satisfy. 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. Scroll down to order now.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tosh Turner
• Release date: Nov 9, 2019
• ISBN: 9781393152231

Book preview

#1: Public Toilets

I don’t know how I got into this; into hanging around the toilets hoping and praying and waiting for a willing guy to come along, but I’m really glad I did. Where I come from they call it cottaging; I like to call it man-fucking. I’ve been doing it for about three years now and I’m hooked. I suppose it’s the challenge but it could also be the danger too; stranger sex and all the risks that it involves.

I’m thirty five now, been told I could pass for twenty five, and it’s the young ones I want. Who the hell wants a fat, farty old bastard when he can get his hands dirty with a choice looking teen or twenty year old? Anyway, it’s the teens and twenties I’m after; those young enough to know the risks but don’t give a fuck. Any good looking guy over eighteen and below twenty five will do. Anyone older than that has to be very special or I ain’t bothered.

I’ve been trying out a new place, a new public toilet in the park near where I live. The other place I used to go and score was all of a sudden an interest to the local cops so I’ll treat that as history, just a good memory. It was good, though, you used to get the young drunks cutting through from the bar area of town; they were my targets and I was very successful too.

I remember one time, it was November and far too cold for me to be hanging around outside in that weather, but I was horny, and when I’m like that I just can’t help myself. I’d left my apartment at ten or so, dark enough for me to disappear into the night if shit happened, but still early enough to catch any willing passerby.

I’d been there about half an hour, walking up and down, on the prowl as they say, before I spotted him; young, fit, fuckable, and drunk; perfect target meat. I waited for him to go inside and stand up against the urinals, the piss troughs, then sidled up next to him, unzipped and pretended to be taking a piss.

As I’m standing there, looking sideways, trying to peep over the top and