Books by Jack Fritscher

Here are some more books by Jack Fritscher:

Gay San Francisco: Eyewitness Drummer

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Jack Fritscher says,

“If you wish a hot link to my Drummer book from 2008, ‘Gay San Francisco: Eyewitness Drummer,’ you can find the linkage on the first page of my site. It is also available as a paperback and Kindle at Amazon. In the Kindle, all the graphics are in color. Even so, this book can be read free at my site, although without the 300 illustrations. GSFED won the National Leather Association International award for best nonfiction book 2008.”

 

Leather Blues

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Jack Fritscher says,

“‘Leather Blues’ (1972) was partially serialized in Drummer. This novel of a young man coming out into leather luckily remains of interest to younger leatherfolk finding it in the new Kindle edition.”

 

 

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CBT

At BreederFuckers, Tom is tied down with his naked body spread open and a ball gag in his gob to stop his filthy mouth. Dave seizes Tom’s dick and strokes him till he grows a semi-hard on. Tom needs to learn some fucking manners. His cock is restrained under a set of chopsticks going all up his shaft. Next his sperm-filled potent balls are tightened inside a Perspex ball crusher. A row of pegs are attached to his cock and his sensitive pink glans.

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Now that his cock has been brought under control it’s time to plow into that tight arsehole. Dave doesn’t take any time to loosen him up but shoves a large dildo attached to a power tool directly up his arse and screws the whinging hetero. His hole is aggressively stretched wide open as his anal cavity is insistently fucked by the machine. Dave pulls out and takes a cane to whip his pale butt cheeks, his tender inner thighs and the soft soles of his feet.

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Mr. Kristofer ties up Jordan Foster at Bound Jocks

Scene Update: At Bound Jocks, Jordan Foster is tied down to the metal table in a yellow jock strap. Mr. Kristofer hovers over his bound body and quickly discovers this eager jock is extremely ticklish!

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Mr. Kristofer lightly touches Jordan’s pits, causing the captive to desperately try to squirm away, but he cannot. The jock is now raging hard, and Mr. Kristofer ties a 10-pound weight to Jordan’s balls and lets it hang over the edge of the table. This forces the helpless stud’s hard dick straight into the air. Mr. Kristofer slowly strokes the jock’s dick until he is just about ready to blow and then stops right on the edge of climax. Mr. Kristofer repeats this process 5 or 6 times until Jordan is begging him through his gag to cum!

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The Surfer Boys

By Aquala Guy

You don’t go through life on the internet with a name like Aqualaguy and not have guys asking you if you like wetsuits and dry suits. And of course, I do. I think a hot man in a wetsuit or a dry suit is one of the sexiest things around. But then again, I like anything that’s going to show off a man’s body. True, dry suits don’t show off as much as a wetsuit, but they do carry a sense of enticement that I just can’t explain.

Like most guys who get into wetsuits and dry suits, I am into water sports — although not the type of water sports most wetsuiters think of. I enjoy my watersports of a more colorful nature, yellow if you want specifics. And I have been known to be a little pushy about it sometimes.

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Burgling a Blackmailer’s Home

By Mister-X / Spartan

It wasn’t going to be easy. I had checked out the guy’s house the day before, ostensibly as a city worker. I had the right credentials for it, arranged by my friend whose photo I was going to retrieve, dressed and acted the part. My friend worked for the city in a pretty high position, and was being blackmailed by this guy. My friend knew that I had done some covert work when I was in the military, having broken into houses before to retrieve information that we needed. I’d never been caught at it because I tried to be as thorough as possible in my preliminary work. That’s always the key to being successful.

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56 Hours

By PFC Pflege

I knew when the fifty-six hours were up, roughly, by meal and toilet time. Those were the only times I was partially released, but still hooded over my eyes, and chained. I was fed from a bowl like an animal, and after toilet time, was hosed out with a garden hose. There’s nothing sexy about a naked man, handcuffed and hooded, having his ass washed out with a garden hose. Then I was returned to my cage, hog-chained, gagged, and hooded. Or chained to that damn chair I hated so much. I learned later that I had been hog-chained to that chair in several sessions, totaling just over twenty-four hours of the fifty-six.

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