Bruno Fucks His Fantasy Boy: Bruno locks eyes with the boy across the rain-slicked street, a silent electric current passing between them before he slips into the fever-dream of his own making. Do you ever wonder what someone is really thinking when they look at you that certain hungry way? You’ ll wish it's what Bruno is thinking once you witness the raw theater unfolding behind his eyes after catching Alan deliberately cruising him. It begins as a feverish session of kinky power play—the sharp crack of a leather flogger against pale skin, the possessive bite of teeth on a sensitive nipple— but though Alan might posture with control at the start, it isn’t long before the boy is moaning, stretched taut and willing around the thick, uncut weight of bareback Bruno.