Mark
A Straight Young Man?
Mark – A Straight Young Man? Is a vivid, homoerotic story. Richard Peters returns to one of his favourite topics: Can straight men be gay, under the right circumstances? Are straight men one hundred per cent heterosexual? Why would straight men feel homosexual attraction to other men? Can homoerotic feelings become more intense and flip over into gay sex?
Paul Richards is a straight man in his early thirties, who finds a young eighteen-year old man, called Mark, has been having sex with his wife and daughter! Yet, despite this, he finds himself sympathetic and feels protective towards him.
Their odd relationship quickly develops to where Paul becomes a father figure to the young man, while he tries to get him into the discipline of work and being useful around the farm.
Paul's sympathy and protectiveness develops into attraction and admiration for Mark's youth. For his part, the young Mark sees Paul as the loving father-figure he never had.
The odd couple go to watch an Art movie that involves a threesome and culminates in a homosexual scene. This gets them talking in a liberated way about sex.
Their intimacy grows and the older man takes the young buck through his own personal Kama Sutra, where he teaches as many sex positions as the older man can remember. These remarkable scenes of intimacy lead to only one outcome, despite their native heterosexuality.
This exciting work, with its homoeroticism, is for the discerning reader, as well as for adventurous men and women, willing to discover the edges of their sexuality – if they are brave enough to explore.
Extract:
I knew I shouldn't be, but I was fascinated by his naked body. So perfect, so handsome, so young and virile. I'd never really noticed male bodies too much before, but there was something about Mark that fascinated me. I couldn't get enough of looking at his lovely body. Both beautiful and handsome at the same time!
I took my fill of his nubile body. His curved shoulders, his curved back, his curved bum and his cute, curved thighs. The TV held no interest to me, as I drank deep of his perfect, aesthetic beauty.