In these four stories by R.W. Clinger, gay men find romance all year long! Contains the stories: The Fine Art of Reading Riley: While out shopping on a winter's day, Stone Daye bumps into Cameron Phillips, an old friend and former lover who now works as an administrator at a local college. The two have a heated and romantic history, and seeing Cameron again brings it all back for Stone. Old feelings are stirred up again, but are the fiery embers of their previous relationship strong enough to ignite a new romance together? Mr. Hideaway: In spring, Josh Hideaway is taking a much-needed break at his family’s cabin, where he meets ranger Zeth Mandell, his neighbor by the lake. A pack of dangerous coyotes brings Josh to Zeth’s rescue. Will something more than friendship blossom between the elusive Mr. Hideaway and the ranger? Sometimes hiding out is the only way to fall in love. Autumn Cliche: When writer Chad Best heads to Haven Island to interview the famous Finn O’Rourke, he learns there’s a softer side to the reclusive artist. To Chad’s surprise, Finn woos and seduces him. When his visit comes to an end, will Chad choose to return to his busy life, or stay on the artist’s island with a man he might love? 20 Days of Tuck: During twenty days of a particularly hot summer on the shores of Lake Erie, Micah and Tuck fall head over heels in love. A year later, life has unexpectedly changed for Micah. He meets and falls hard for Carl, a witty, romantic guy along the lake. What will Micah do when various ties between his twenty days with Tuck and his current days with Carl begin to unravel?

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“Coming, Chad…Be a man and make me come.”


Within a few seconds, huffing and puffing, plunging his hips to and fro, riding his dick inside my right palm and fingers, he fired four strings of ejaculate out of his tool. The sticky goop twirled against my chest, glazing my abs and nipples and the length of my neck. Never had I seen so much semen erupt from a man’s cock, spilling against my flesh.


Panting, dizzy above me, and still kneeling, he reached between my thighs with both hands and groaned, “It’s your turn, Chad. Fire when ready.”


Our eyes locked, and he jostled my meat up and down. One minute of stroking grew into two minutes. I flushed beneath his touch, breathless and not myself. I humped his fists, raising my hips off the bed, letting them fall just as quickly, and continued that action for yet another minute. I searched for air, huffing, and felt fire burn my insides until I…I…I…


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