Bøger af Hank Brooks

It was just a fantasy, a passing fancy I would eventually get over. I couldn't accept that I might be having homosexual desires... Maury Jr. will be off to college in a few months, leaving his devoted, gay father a lonely empty-nester. Determined to find his pop a long-term partner to make him happy, Maury decides to do the gayest thing he's ever going to do: play matchmaker. Maury Sr. is still young and good looking, and there's nothing a little scheming and a great personal ad couldn't fix! One heartfelt email brings tears to Maury Jr.'s eyes. Eddie Morgan, a gay teacher at the local high school, just might be the guy to complete their family. Handsome, cultured and earnest, Eddie is also going through his own heartbreak and is ready to find love anew. When Maury Jr. meets Eddie, he knows Eddie will be perfect. The question is... for him, or his father? Maury Jr. is pretty sure he's straight, but why is he scoping out another man? And how far is he willing to "test" just how perfect Eddie could be? *A gay romance for mature audiences Sample 1 This is really going to sound strange, so read slowly, and let it all sink in. My father is gay, very gay. I am straight, as straight as one can be. My dad has never hidden his sexual preference from me. He has often brought men home, and after getting me settled in bed, he would invite the men to his bedroom. He always closed both our doors. It didn't matter. As I grew older and recognized the sounds of love, I knew full well what was going on behind those closed doors. I didn't have to be taught to respect Dad's privacy, I did it out of natural common sense. Sample 2 Then I realized that in just a few months, I would be off to college, perhaps never to return as a member of this household. The thought of it chilled me, and I couldn't imagine what that was doing to my father. He'd be all alone, an empty nester. When I realized how imminent our parting was to be, I decided to do the gayest thing I knew. I was going to be a match maker for my father. The problem is, I knew my father's two or three close friends, but I didn't know any gay men who might be a suitable match for him. I certainly didn't know how to go out and find one.

You must never speak of this. If my comrades find out, we'd both be dead... Trevor had been warned not to go to insurgent-territory, but as a reporter, there were just some things he had to do. Too bad his determination gets his cameraman killed and himself captured. Trevor is knocked unconscious and later, wakes to an interrogation. His captor is a Muslim, Martin, who is inexplicably as American as he was! To escape detection, Trevor is soon moved to a different location, and the two of them are left alone in a remote part of the mountains. There, Trevor is kept bound and is forced to report about how well he is being treated by his captors. But the more time they spend together, the greater the erotic tension between them becomes. Touches that were once purely functional become caresses and strokes that mean much more. Martin says homosexuals will never see paradise, but Trevor isn't convinced he believes it. Because Martin's mouth is saying one thing, but his passionate touch is saying something else... *A gay romance for mature audiences. SAMPLE: Martin just smiled, and he walked behind Trevor. He put his arms around his hostage. To Trevor it felt like a caress. Martin unsnapped the clasp in Trevor's boxers. Then he took out Trevor's rod and aimed it at the rock. His touch was gentle and feathery and in spite of himself Trevor began to erect, but he didn't get totally hard as he began to pee. When he finished, Martin shook off the excess drops, and wiped the slit dry with his finger. Trevor got stiff again and leaned back into Martin, who continued to stroke Trevor's cock very gently. Unable to restrain himself, Trevor was able to grab Martin's cock with his bound hands. Martin was as stiff as he was. "Thank Allah that you are circumcised," Martin said. "I could never touch an unclean, uncircumcised cock." "It doesn't matter to me if you are cut or uncut. Just don't stop doing what you are doing." But Martin did stop, leaving Trevor with a severe case of blue balls. "Homosexuals will never see Allah's paradise," Martin said. "I helped you pee, and nothing more." Trevor was not convinced. He had been with enough men to feel the passion in Martin's touch.

I am gay. Nobody knows that about me. I have had no trouble living with my secret, until I met my roommate and for the first time... I was consumed with lust. 19-year-old, virgin Cory is a closeted gay man.He never really had trouble keeping his secret; that is, until he finds himself lusting after his roommate, Ray, a football player. To make matters worse, Cory witnesses Ray pleasuring himself at night. During the winter break, Cory learns that Ray, who no longer has family to come home to, is returning early. Cory returns to school to be with him, and when they see each other, there's no holding back on their emotions anymore. Cory admits his feelings, and Ray turns out to be gay as well! But even as they lock down their romance, there are other things Cory must face... Summer is coming and he wants Ray to come home with him, but that means coming out to his parents. Cory can't help feeling nervous and fearful. He doesn't want to be kicked out and disowned because of being gay. How will it turn out for both him and Ray? *A gay romance for mature audiences. SAMPLE: I entered Ray first. I had done some reading and I thought I knew what to do. I greased up his ass hole and then my fingers. I inserted one finger at a time, and reamed him after each finger entered him. All he did was tell me how great it felt. Ray's ass hole was as big as the rest of him. When we guessed he was ready, I entered him doggie style. I didn't think there were other ways. That's how naïve I was, we both were. I went right in without resistance. I hardly felt anything and I told him so. Suddenly, I felt my cock being pressed from all sides. Ray told me that he was constricting his ass muscles. Now," he said, and I began to fuck. I was a novice and I didn't realize that I was stroking Ray's prostate. Before I even felt an orgasm starting, he was spurting onto the bed sheets. When he did, he constricted his ass even more, and in a short time, I came, screaming loudly, and spilling my seed in his bowels. I lay on top of him totally spent. Neither one of us felt like starting another round just yet, and we both sensed it. I whispered in Ray's ear, "I want you to fuck me, but in the morning. It's going to be hard work, and I want to be rested so we can start the process." Ray whispered back, "I love you. I don't want to hurt you." "Don't worry, there's no way you can hurt me."