Hardcore Gay Sex in the Armed Services - The XXX Trilogy of Uniformed Sex

By Tosh Turner

Three short stories featuring military muscle and uniformed hunks; hard, brutal and bruising. Fit, freaky and frustrated, these men are desperate for no-strings-attached,  real man-sex; planned or unplanned, it doesn't bother them as long as they hit target.

Military muscle playing rough – No holding hands and no sweet kisses; no flowers and chocolates either, this is explicitly written rough and brutal gay sex with nothing left to the imagination.

Best selling erotic author, Tosh Turner with another explicit trilogy about rough trade pig sex, this time based on the armed services to give it extra edge; extreme and violent, highly descriptive, and purposely shocking, graphically written to arouse and satisfy, 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 2, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393917823

Book preview

#1: It Was All Planned

Everyone knows this is true; true that finding a real genuine love is hard, but finding one where the guy is on the same freaky wavelength as you are is the ultimate; the chances are very rare. It happened to me so I know what I’m talking about. I found a guy, he was a serving marine, who also liked to push the envelope sex-wise; I was in. He was fit, fuckable and freaky and went by the name of Dean.

Dean was a real tough looking marine but we rarely saw each other for more than one week out of every six because of his service duties, so each time we hooked up we would make the most of our time together. It wasn’t the best of situations but I was into the guy and prepared to stand it until we could be together full time. He always assured me that we would have a life together once his overseas duties had finished and I believed every word he said.

I work from home doing marketing and ghost writing short stories, and he was stationed abroad most of the time but we used to talk a hell of a lot on the phone and also on skype too. The skype sessions were hot; we used every trick in the book to jazz up our online conversations like getting our pants off and jerking together; the cum blasts covering the computer screen, shit, they were horny sessions.

He was the dom and I was the sub; his sub. Once I told him about a big fantasy of mine to be the cum bitch in a gang-fuck session, to be forced to serve a whole gang of maybe four or five guys with my ass and mouth and finally be spunked on and facialised. He dismissed it, even laughed, but I knew he was turned on by it. Obviously he would be the leading member of the pack and get to use me first. Imagine that; abused by four or five hard assed marines. Shit; I’d not walk straight for weeks afterwards.

Then one time he confessed about his biggest fantasy of having risky sex in public, of taking me in the bathroom in a public place like a fast food restaurant and giving my hole the biggest pounding I’d ever had in my life; the thrill, the risk of being caught; Fuck; it was a head spinner.

We had real dirty imaginations and knew how to role play and had virtual sex with each other as often as we could, always jerking off together, sometimes fantasising for hours at a time till we had nothing left to give. Mentally exhausted and physically ball-drained.

I started thinking about that fantasy of his, the one about having sex in a public place, and decided the next time he was in town we’d do it. I would meet him at the airport when he next came home on leave and pretend that we were just meeting for the first time like two complete strangers. I knew that doing something like that would push me out of my comfort zone but I wanted to show him I really cared about pleasing him and that I enjoyed doing anything that turned him on no matter how weird or freaky it was. Yes, I would do anything to please this guy; especially sex-wise.

The day of his due arrival came so I tidied myself up to look hot him. I wore a pair of black jeans and a tight fitting white v-neck tee shirt and felt good even though I was a bit nervous about acting out this weird sex fantasy in public; what if shit really did happen? We’d be in big, big trouble, even so I was determined to go through with it though, and as I left the house and finally checked myself in the mirror I realised that I looked nothing like my normal self or the man that he knew. I got in the car and headed off to the airport hoping like hell that I would have the courage to go through with