R.W. Clinger

When TV zoologist Donlito Estar, better known as “Amazon Don,” accidentally bumps his Hummer into insurance salesman Carlos Dasio’s truck, an instant connection occurs between the two men. Carlos has had a crush on the star for years. Carlos is invited to visit Donlito’s palatial residence, where he’s bitten by Donlito’s pet red coral snake. Donlito comes to the rescue with anti-venom and saves his life, which cements the men’s relationship.<br><br>But Carlos is crushed when he thinks he witnesses Donlito having public sex with a variety of men at Club Heat in downtown Barefoot Beach. Brokenhearted, Carlos ditches Donlito, who claims it’s all a big misunderstanding. But despite his resolve, Carlos is unable to control the way his heart yearns for Donlito. Why and how has he so easily fallen in love with the sexy TV star?

Amazon Don

“Animal,” I called him in English, prompting him to finally come.


Three long strings of Latino semen flew out of his dick and slatted against my chest. The white ejaculate hung against my rigid nipples, ladder-like abs, and decorated the cock that was upright and still hard. Another string of his semen flew against my balls, which hung from the orbs like a dripping icing on a cake.


Following our blowing session, we kissed, locked together as men in post-lust, and were compressed as boyfriends and long-term lovers. Semen gelled our torsos together, sealing one man’s body to the other. Our still-firm cocks also kissed, aligned together in bliss.


When the kiss ended, Donlito pulled away from me, yet still held my torso against his own, and said, “You’re naughty.”


“The only way you want me to be, of course.”


Chapter 22