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It’s been said that every person has some dark passion within his soul-some hidden secret, desire or whim that may never surface to be seen by even the closest confidante. Such a secret can be evil and sinister, or it may be trivial and trite.
In America, such dark passions are easily submerged and hidden by the complexities of everyday living. Yet, for those individuals living in a twilight zone-the homophile world-their desires, and needs, and wants have been called perverse, abnormal and depraved by a society that wants to see them remain underground, beyond the public eye. And for many gays, that’s exactly what they want-to be unrecognized, to be allowed to do their own thing with their own kind, to be sexually free.
STUD JOINT is the story of a group of men who have chosen their path to sexual happiness, and it is a story of a society within America that lives a clandestine existence-a world within a world.
Lying on his stomach between his lover’s widespread thighs, Terry pulled himself up, using Chuck’s muscular thighs as a hand hold. He lifted Chuck’s prick to a perpendicular position in front of his face and sighted along it to the furry planes of Chuck’s abdomen and chest.
Except for the mat of smoke-colored hair on his chest, Chuck’s skin was the color of a brown hen’s egg. From nipple to nipple the hair on his chest formed an almost straight line, the widest side of the smoky triangle narrowing darkly to a point at his navel. Running down from his navel and across the plaited curves of his abdomen, the hair was etched in a thin line which widened delicately into the dense wedge of his pubic hair. When he breathed, the hair glistened gold in the lamplight. It would have been easy to mistake him-if all you had to go on was his body-for a construction worker. Actually, he was a hairdresser.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.