Reseña del libro "A Touch of the Son (en Inglés)"
Their secret passion will lead them to hell. Will they be able to find their way back? A chance sexual encounter at the airport with a hot college twink leads to nothing but trouble for the older Buzz, especially when Cal moves in with him until he find can suitable accommodation at the university he is to attend. Buzz attempts to fight the attraction the two men feel, Cal upping the ante when he offers to sleep with all Buzz's friends just to make him jealous. But when the erstwhile friends take up the offer it leads Cal down the path toward self-destruction, becoming more degraded as he deserts Buzz and his real friends for the new ones who see him as little more than a sex slave for their gratification. When Buzz discovers their plans for Cal's final humiliation could lead to his death, he realizes how much he loves Cal and sets about fighting back with everything at his disposal. In so doing he might reveal the illicit secret he and Cal have hidden from all but their closest allies. Excerpt: He watched me closely as he sipped his coffee, leaning back contentedly. I was uncomfortable under his inquisitive gaze and glanced at the Arrivals board. "You waiting for someone?" he asked. "Yeah. The plane has been delayed." "How long?" "I've got over an hour to fill in." "That's good," he smiled, leaning closer. "There was another reason I wanted to sit here." "What was that?" I asked. "You're hot." I spluttered my coffee. I'd never had a young man proposition me so openly. He pressed his knee against mine so I could feel his heat. "And you're fuckin' gorgeous," I replied. "So the only dilemma is where do we go to fill in a very pleasurable hour? They're not likely to let us into the First Class Lounge. Your car is probably too public. Right here on the table would get us arrested although I have been known to do it for an audience." I groaned at the fantasy. "You like that, eh?" I nodded my head enthusiastically. "In that case, follow me." He was up from the table, shucking on his backpack, and striding away before I caught up with him. "I thought you might get off on guys my age. I was hoping you were up for a bit of adventure. I guess I was wrong." "Nah," I said warmly. "I love fucking the ass off guys your age till they can't stand up. Just not used to them coming on so strong." He smiled. "Life's too short to beat around the bush. You up for that adventure then?" "Fuck, yeah," I said as he took off again. I kept pace with him as I knew where he was headed. When we got there, he didn't even bother to look around but just opened the door as if he had every right to use it. "Live dangerously, daddy," he said as he pulled open the door to the disabled toilet and ducked inside. Following him without thinking, I locked the door behind us. The stall was much more spacious than an ordinary men's room cubicle and we had total privacy - unless someone came knocking on the door. I'd worry about that when it happened. Right now, I had more on my mind, like the handsome young man who wrapped me in his arms, thrusting his warm tongue into my mouth, sucking gently as he ground his crotch against mine. It was difficult to determine who was harder. I glanced at my watch, remembering Jason was arriving shortly. "Plenty of time, old man," Cal said as he sat on the toilet seat spreading his legs to reveal a very substantial bulge. "Come on, daddy. Strip for me. Show me what you've got." I fumbled nervously with my shirt until he put his hand up for me to stop. "Come on, man. Tease me. Don't play this like some back-alley whore who wants it over and done with." He spoke like we had all the time in the world. I looked at my watch again. "Whoever it is you're meeting. Let them wait."
