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Blow! Some Hiking Tales

Two young friends, aged twenty-two, set out on a walking tour of Yorkshire in 1951, leaving their wives behind. Having a literature background, they start entertaining each other on a night with bawdy tales.


During the days and evenings, the two friends learn a lot about each other physically and mentally. Their invented stories become more and more erotic and explicit.


Richard Peters writes the mostly heterosexual stories with his usual emphasis on the homoerotic. The author has the knack of describing heterosexual sex with attention to the effect the male participant is having and descriptions of masculine attributes.


As the days wear on, the two young married men become more and more explicit in their erotic story-telling and without realising it, they are becoming more homosexual in their stories content. They are also becoming more open and less coy with each other physically.


Any reader who enjoys male relationships in their fiction will enjoy the opening of the young men to their mutual physical admiration of each other.


Missing their wives and exciting each other sexually with their stories, the chums become more physically engaged with each other until…

 




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Extract:

Bobby wanted Robbie to see his excitement and the effect his wife had on him. He helped her get his trousers down over his bottom and thighs, followed by his underpants for his wife to stroke his pale buttocks affectionally.

Robbie had his clothes off in no time. Now he was completely naked, proudly showing his friend what a magnificent lover he was.

…....

Bill's eyes took in the sight of the masculine lump, and Dave felt his breath over the front of his tights.

Bill's hands roamed over the back of his tight, beige hose, and his lips ran over the hardness lying down over the youthful love eggs, all contained tightly in hose.