Brutal, Bruising Bear Sex: Two Beefy Buddies in One Night of Punishing Pig Sex

By Tosh Turner

Burt and Dan; two workmates, two big muscled up hunks, are the best of friends, deliberately trying to keep their friendship platonic, struggling to keep their feelings to themselves and their hands off each other. But it's tough.

Then one night, after a heavy drinking session, it happens. Unable to control themselves a minute longer they break the unspoken rule and pound each other senseless in a bed-busting, all night session of heavy duty pig play. The next morning comes with a heavy guilt trip, followed by weeks of trying their best to avoid each other at work, at nights, at all....Until one night when all the guilt and shame, lust and frustration explodes in a shattering climax

Best selling erotic author, Tosh Turner with another explicit story about rough trade pig sex between two big hairy bears of men; extreme and violent, highly descriptive, and purposely shocking 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: Feb 1, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393361688

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Brutal, Bruising Bear Sex

Two Beefy Buddies in One Night of Punishing Pig Sex

Burt Powell sat on a crate in the storage room of Kline’s hardware store and looked at the flyer that had been shoved into his hand as he walked into work a few minutes before....

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He crumpled the flyer up and tossed it across the room. What the hell? The hole was his favorite bar. It was the one Bear/Leather/Levi bar in town that didn’t buy into the scene kind of crap that you typically found in other places. Now it seemed that his sanctuary had decided to fall victim to one of the biggest gay trappings of all, the dreaded February 14th charity party. He was disgusted by it. He didn’t like Valentine’s Day to begin with, every year he went to The Hole to get away from all the lovey-dovey kissy-fucky bullshit that permeated the whole day. He liked to go to the Hole, grab a few beers, get his cock sucked in the Pit out back, and then go back and finish watching the game on the big screen. The paper ball bounced off of the door frame just as Dan was walking through it.

Whoa buddy, how about a fore' call before you start throwing balls in my direction? Dan joked.

Burt looked up at him and smiled. Dan Fowler was Burt’s best friend; he had been for more than five years. In fact, Dan was the first guy whom Burt met when he arrived in San Francisco from his home town of Hubbard, OR. He had been overwhelmed at the idea of coming from a small town of less than 5000 people to a big city with over a million. Dan was great at making him feel more comfortable. He had come from a small town himself in Oklahoma many years before and was able to help Burt transition as smoothly as possible. These days Burt was as much of a San Franciscan as someone who had been born here, and it was all thanks to Dan.

Sorry Buddy. Normally, you like the idea of balls being thrown in your direction. Burt said with a sly smile and a sparkle in his large blue eyes that made him look like a big bearded angel who had just been caught doing something bad.

Yeah well, usually there’s dinner and movie involved first, or at the very least some drinks and a little kissing and fondling he replied wryly as he un-screwed the paper and looked at it; his face twisted with a sour look. He hated organized holidays too. He had grown up in a household where holidays were just another excuse for his dad to get drunk, beat him and his mother up and then humiliate her. He tried ever since he got out on his own to avoid anything that even looked like an organized holiday and knew that for his own personal reasons Burt did as well. Of course, he learned to control his temper a little better than his best friend. He could only assume that was due to the