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Many Americans have treated homosexuality like an ostrich with its head in the sand — they simply refuse to believe that a man could actually physically love another man. For those open-minded individuals who have realized that homosexuality is another facet of the human condition, their problem is that they believe homosexuals are vastly different from themselves.
MIDNIGHT HUSTLER is a story which shows homosexuals have all the human elements found in everyone else — they suffer from the same frailties and shortcomings as anyone else, yet they can also enjoy the same intense happiness as any person. Domination, vengeance, ecstasy, sorrow, love, hate — all these emotions are found in the characters in this novel.
MIDNIGHT HUSTLER — undoubtedly a shocking story for some, but a story which does not ignore the fact that homosexuals exist, a story which shows that the members of the gay society are truly human.
The cock was big. Jesus, it was a giant! It was long and it was thick, and each time it jammed deep inside Gerald Raspin’s asshole it made his mouth open in a low groan.
“Oh, God that feels good,” he said as Kyle Winter’s cock pulled out to its rubbery tip and then rammed back inside to collide with Gerald’s prostate.
The kid had said his name was Kyle, but you could never tell what a kid’s real name was, especially out on the street. Most of them were runaways who changed their names as often as they dropped their pants.
“Easy, easy,” Gerald said, feeling the cock working faster and faster inside of him. Christ, but this kid was a stud from the word go! Gerald could only wonder how many assholes Kyle had fucked to become as proficient as he now was. Probably hundreds. Hell, maybe even thousands. Anyone as attractive as Kyle was bound to get his share of sexual workouts.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.