Gay Sex Perversions: Freaks, Perverts, Kinks and Addicts

By Tosh Turner

A gripping 5-story bundle pack of extreme gay hardcore featuring freaks and kinks who prefer their sex play to be 'off the hook' as opposed to the usual  'dick meets ass' run of the mill, boring rubbish. Different characters and different kinks, but all equally as horn-raising in their own way. This is one multi pack you won't want to miss.

Please note: Some of these shorts are extracts from material that has been listed before, some even making the best sellers lists, now bundled together to give value-for-filth, so please check the titles: The Ass Addict, My Sweat Stained Sex Fetish, Cock Cravings, I Was Teacher's Sex-Pet,  and, Big, Beefy and Freaky.

A collection of shorts 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: Tosh Turner
• Release date: May 28, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393893950

Book preview

The Ass Addict

I don't normally pick up younger guys. I'm not usually that guy, the one who trolls the bars looking for someone ten years my junior to take back to my place to fuck. Normally, I'm just looking for whoever catches my eye, whoever has the best-looking body, an ass to die for, and a smile to match. It doesn't matter the age or the time or the place. It just matters who that person is and if they're willing to come home with me.

Most of the time, they are, but they would have nothing to complain about. I'm good-looking, I'm successful, and I keep my quirks to myself for the most part.

For the most part, especially at work and out in public, I'm just a nice, normal guy going about his day, trying to get things done and get along on my own.

It's at night when I change from the nice, normal guy to the guy at the club, being loved by all my admirers. I like being that guy. I like being known for something other than my statistics and my penchant for being annoyingly on time to every meeting.

At the clubs, I can be whoever I want, and the people there have made a name for me. I haven't had to do a thing except pick up a few guys and show them a good time. They did all the talking for me.

But for the most part, I'm just a normal, everyday kind of guy, going about his business with not a care in the world.

It had been a long day at work, though, and I was tired. I almost hadn't gone out that night, but it was a Friday and my friends would never have let me live it down if I didn't go out. They would have poked and prodded until I gave in and went out with them no matter what. My friends could be annoyingly chipper sometimes, so much so that I often considered getting new friends.

They were right, though. Sitting at home on a Saturday night was for people twice my age, people with IRAs and pensions, who had been married for thirty years. I was not one of those people and I never planned on being one.

Instead, I dragged myself out of my apartment, changing out of my suit into something more fitting - a pair of jeans and an old tee-shirt that was obviously too tight on me, but that was the point of going out. Nobody went out just to look average. The whole point of going out was sex, to get some, to find someone you could take home and teach a thing or two.

At least, that was how I saw it.

Maybe it was a little clichéd, but I was a gay man. I was still young, only twenty-seven, and I had plenty of time to get as much sex as I could before my time came to sit at home watching old movies and reminiscing on the good old days.

Those days were far from here, though.

The club was already full by the time we got there, and the doorman waved us in ahead of the people waiting. He knew us. We knew him. It was a routine that was never broken, not even by the people who complained as we were let in ahead of them.

Music thudded through the club, past the sea of writhing people on the dance floor, multicolored lights flashing everywhere as we pushed through to the bar.

The bartender didn't even ask for our orders, whipping them up on the spot. That might have been a clue that it was time to change things up a bit, but I didn't see it. None of us did. We were already on the lookout, already on the prowl.

There was plenty of selection today, from guys I'd been with before to guys I'd never seen. It was the guys I'd never seen that I was really interested in.

Those guys were the ones who didn't know me, or if they did, it was only through hearsay. They didn't know me personally. They didn't know how I operated, and that was my favorite kind of guy. I liked things to come as a surprise, although considering my reputation, probably not much came as a surprise to anyone in the club at this point.

Still, though. I liked to take home guys I didn't know, if only for my own amusement rather than theirs.

Tonight, though, despite all the guys crowded into the club, the pickings seemed slim. I didn't know what it was, but there seemed to be less people that I hadn't already slept with. I would find one, though. I always did.

See anyone interesting? my friend asked, shouting over the music into my ear.

I shrugged in response, tossing back my drink and feeling the alcohol burn my throat.

There were plenty of guys, but most I'd seen before. A few tried to catch my eye, but they weren't what I was in the mood for. They weren't what I wanted tonight.

What I wanted tonight was someone who I could really get into, someone who had all the right assets, if you know what I mean.

It was no secret that I was an ass man. If a guy had a perfectly round, tight ass, I was all over that. Add in a pair of slim, sharp hips, and I was gone. I could go all night on that. It was just finding that combination that was really the problem.

Id' found it before, but good assses were hard to come by these days. Most guys didn't bother working out. Most just went with whatever God gave them and took it and ran.

I knew they were out there, though, somewhere out there, just waiting for me to find them and take them home.

That may have been the reason I nearly choked on my next drink as I looked around the club and my eyes landed on a guy on the far side of the room, a small, blond guy talking to some friends, laughing at whatever they said. It wasn't his smile that caught my attention, though, but his ass, his gloriously round, perfectly tight ass, stuffed into jeans a size too small, as if he knew exactly what he had to offer.

A smirk crept over my face, and I wiped the drink I had spilled off of my mouth. There would be plenty of time for drinking later. Now, I had to get that guy and make him mine.

It must have showed in my expression because my friend crossed his arms, a knowing smile on his face. Go get'em, Tiger, he said easily, but I was already walking away, weaving through the crowd and ignoring the people who tried to get my attention, the hands that grazed along my waist, over my ass as I passed by.

I wasn't interested in any of them, and they probably knew it. I was focused on one person, one person who was still standing with his friends, smiling at whatever they said.

I reached him quickly, pausing a moment behind him to really take him in, up his legs to