Vintage Pulp and Original Gay Erotica
FOREWORD
I wanted only good things for my friend, and when I noticed Barry’s interest in men, and his reluctance to face that interest, I decided it was time that something should be done.
I bought him magazines. They were magazines that were filled with bulging crotches and leather, chains and motorcycles, and hot and heavy sucking, and hungry men giving it to each other up the ass. They were biking magazines, like I had never seen.
I thought that would get Barry into the swing of things, but too soon he was swinging as I had never thought a man could do. He was swinging down the road and out of school and off to the races at Laconia, to be a biker brute for all his life.
His book about his ways with biking brutes is one that all of you I’m sure have read, but now I feel a need to tell the other side of the story.
This is my story of my friend Barry, and how, in the process of trying to save him from the clutches of the meanest, roughest gang of bikers known to man, I went through hell.
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