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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Our torsos were covered, glazed and shiny because of the attic room’s minimal light. The mess stank of a strong bittersweet scent, filling the room. The aroma swirled about our bodies as he dragged fingertips through the pools of thick ejaculate that collected on my stomach.


He stared at me and listened to me say, “Feed me. Do it, Tuck. Don’t be shy. I like the taste of it.” And he listened, moving the extended tips up to my semi-opened mouth and tucking them inside its narrow fold.


An hour later we slipped into boxers and climbed out the attic room’s window. He went down the ladder first and I followed behind. Together, laughing and still playful, we fled into the house, knowing that Miss Kitty was away for the afternoon, attending a craft show in Templeton.


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