12-14-2025, 02:17 PM
These boys at school, at Scout meetings, bragging about girls, boasting, high-fiving, ordinary boys, Little Leaguers, your sons, your brothers—these are the boys who had cum on their chins last night. You know them. You know their names:
Frankie Patallero, puckish and eager and glad to be queer, sixteen -year-old New Age hippie who smells of marijuana and incense, smiley, dimply, squinting at the world in happy enthusiasm. Ryan Fox, little blue-eyed tiger, Golden Boy, ten-year-old jock, bratty, spoiled, always ready for a fight, sniffing for enemies, waiting for a friend. The Huckfeldt brothers, all three of them, Jimmy the oldest, fourteen, hillbilly gangster, Ozark punk with messy shaggy hair and killer stud body and itchy pecker, beware his wolfish grin. Joey next, eleven years old, call him JoJo, hyper yackety-yack clumsy clown, horny, silly, plucking and poking at his bulgy Batman underpants. Dallas the youngest, nicknamed Dally, affectionate little guy, only eight years old, reddish-blond crewcut and freckly Tom Sawyer skin, no inhibitions, loves to make mischief with the big boys, go ahead and suck him or play with his wiener, he’ll smile and do the same for you.
And one more, twelve years old and just greeting pubescence, Khalid Robinson, everybody calls him Pepper, fleecy dark hair and pointy ears and skin like cocoa satin, Pan the Goatboy, clever as a riddle, sorcerer’s apprentice, this child of a white mother and a black father, bashful boy, skittish boy, cuddle him and be thankful when he lets you touch and taste the twitchy hard meat of his dick.
Somewhere in Sandburg, deep in the quietude of Illinois prairie and farmland, these boys are waiting for you to find them, for you to love them. They’re waiting.
Quote:Okay, there's quite a lot of sex throughout, which isn't unusual for Esser, but it's reasonably well written, and the boys are all fleshed out a little with glimpses into their lives and backgrounds. We also meet Doc, Jake's one-time lover, faithful mentor, and now father-figure to the younger man.
I think Esser fans will enjoy this. Sandburg is a familiar setting now, with its constant supply of boys eager to bounce their problems and their successes and their frustrations and their needs off Jake/Kevin, and Esser's constant themes: Sandburg itself; boys of course; those awful baggy shorts; loneliness; love.