Psssst! This is a message for my Dear Followers. The second story in my GAY DIMENSIONS series will be available for FREE DOWN LOADING on Amazon Kindle from Tuesday 27th of October until Thursday 29th of October inclusive. Here is a brief excerpt –


The nocturnal park with its drifting wraith-like population was almost comforting to Raphael. There were the solitary figures sitting on park benches under flickering lamps waiting (more often than not in vain) for a gorgeous boy with rampant cock to come drifting out of the undergrowth. And if he was not mistaken Victor Prinz (called Queen Victoria in the gay community) would probably be in residence, sitting on a pedestal in the park’s dunny with a queue of boys waiting patiently to have their cocks sucked.

Looking over to where a grove of wattle trees was bathed in moonlight he saw a guy bent over with his pants around his ankles and a tall, stringy boy standing behind him thrusting at his butt. The boy who was being fucked gave Raphael a wave, indicating that maybe he should join in. However he just laughed and giving the couple a good-natured salutation, moved on through the park.

As he strolled through the dappled moonlight Raphael wondered why gay men and boys still took the risk of having sex in the park, in public. These days there were ample gay saunas in the city where for little cost a boy could enjoy a secure environment and be almost assured of having rampant sex. Why were so many of them still doing it out in the open? Maybe that added to the thrill although Raphael could never quite see the point. Certainly the park was a safer place than it used to be. The cops still made sporadic patrols with their searchlights but even then they rarely got out of their cars. Boys were still vulnerable to gangs of gay bashing thugs but if any of these monsters appeared the lads in the park were pretty generous about spreading the alarm around the shadowy network as quickly as they could.

As Raphael passed a dense bank of shrubbery a boy with gyrating hips caught his eye. He realized this was the same lad who’d asked him for an assessment of his cock a few weeks ago. A younger blonde boy was kneeling in front of him slurping on his uncut dick. The suckee gave Raphael a cheerful thumbs up as he passed by. Well it’s good to see that the lad has fitted in Raphael considered.


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The second story in my GAY DIMENSIONS series has just been published on Amazon Kindle. Here is an extract –


“After he’d flagged down the taxi Raphael had told the driver he wanted to go to St Vincent’s Hospital. Now as they were headed towards the Cross the young African said – “I hope you don’t mind me asking bro, but you checking in for an operation?”

“Nah. Visiting my boyfriend. He’s been in a coma.”

The driver whistled as he eased his way through the traffic. Raphael found himself giving in to an old habit – swivelling his eyes sideways. It certainly looked as if the black boy had a massive hard on. Raphael could make out the shape of the cock head encased in denim. All at once the driver reached down and unselfconsciously re-arranged himself.

“Ah, dat feels a lot better” breathed the boy. “I don’t know about you but I always get hard in de morning. Maybe I shoulda taken care of it before startin’ work.”

Raphael tried to ignore the obvious hint but he felt himself getting hard. Was it only twenty minutes ago when he was squirting on his sheets? Well, he considered, African boys always had this kind of effect on him so why not just enjoy it?

“You haven’t got a boyfriend to take care of it for you?” stuttered Raphael.

“I got plenty of boyfriends, too many boyfriends and they all black. I tell you what, I really love fuckin’ white boys when I get the chance. Especially boguns. You know… real rough trade. White trash… that’s what I’m into bro.”

Raphael swallowed and wondered if the black boy considered him to be white trash.

“What’s your name bro?” said the driver as he turned into Victoria Street.


“Raphael? Wow!” laughed the boy. “Dat sounds like somethin’ out of a movie. Some really old fashioned black-and-white movie maybe. My name’s Amos and I’m from de Congo. Hey bro, now that de introductions are over would you like to have a look?”

Raphael swallowed again and nodded.

“Great. Just undo my zipper and you can take it out if you want.”

Raphael looked around nervously. Then leaning over, he unzipped the black boy. Reaching into the opening he took hold of the massive shaft and manoeuvred it, trying to secure its release. Amos tried to assist by moving his hips. All at once the huge black cock sprung free and Raphael was mesmerized. He reached in again and took out a pair of massive black balls. Of course, as he’d expected, the cock was circumcised. The shaft was jet black and criss-crossed by bunches of veins. Taking the weighty member in hand Raphael moved it about and realized that he was looking at probably the biggest piss-slot he’d ever seen. As with some other African boys Raphael had come across, the cock head was a lighter colour than the shaft. This one was mostly burgundy in colour with a shading into purple near the prominent ridge. Raphael couldn’t resist running his fingers over it and stroking the ultra-sensitive region underneath the head.

“Aw, dat feels great man” said Amos. “You know why I’m so glad I came to Australia? Well I’ll tell you. Apart from being able to eat any time I want to – unlike in de Congo – so many of you white boys here are uncut with dese awesome foreskins. You gonna give me a look?”

Raphael laughed and reaching down he unzipped himself and released his cock into the early morning light. Amos looked down and gave a whoop of joy.

“You see, what did I tell you? You white boys… bro, dat is some piece of skin. My hands are juss itchin’ but I gotta keep hold of de wheel. Could you pull it back for me?” Pull it right back and show me all of de head.”

Raphael did as he was told and the Congolese boy breathed softly.

“Aw, dat is just so cool. De head, it’s so smooth and shiny. Too bad you got a boyfriend bro, I wouldn’t mind goin’ down on dat.”

Raphael looked down and felt a surge of pride. His cock was almost glowing in the early morning light. He was glad he’d taken the time to have a shower before leaving the apartment, he would have felt mortified if any tell-tale particles of cheesy smegma had been exposed when he’d pulled his skin back. Smegma was one problem that cut boys never had to worry about.

Now Raphael started to stroke Amos’s cock as they sped towards the hospital. Just as they were approaching the emergency entrance of St Vincent’s Hospital the Congolese boy gave a loud gasp and came all over Raphael’s hands.”

First Time


Of course, whether we are gay or straight we all have a “first-time” unless we are out-and-out virgins. It’s a monumental step for all and I’ve sometimes wondered if it is not even more so for gay boys. There are often issues crowding around. Does the boy know that he’s gay before it happens? Is he really straight but just experimenting? Is this a ‘phase’ that he will grow out of? Is he bi? Will he ever be able to go with girls? Will he ever want to go with girls? And of course there are the other issues – “Will I have to come out? Who will I come out to? Will I keep it a secret in case it’s a passing phase? Will the other boy tell? My God, will the story go round my school?”

Then of course, there are the young boys who don’t really have a choice about their “first time.” Perhaps they are wards of the state and living in orphanages… prey to the groping hands and raping cocks of disgusting “brothers”, priests and social workers. With all of the judicial enquiries and Royal Commissions at the moment looking into the activities of these creeps and the way in which many of their churches and charities chose to cover up their activities – it’s a wonder that they are not deemed to be criminal organizations.

My first time came when I certainly wasn’t expecting it. I think I’ve mentioned before in these memoirs that I grew up in a very isolated city. When I was in my early teens I’d never heard of homosexuality let alone ‘gay’ sex. My friends and I had it drummed into us at school and the Boys Scouts that it was filthy and indecent to even think of touching girls. I’d only recently discovered wanking.

Anyway one morning I was strolling through the suburb of Applecross with my best friend Jason. He came from an Anglo-Indian family and had thick, black swept-back hair in the fashion of the time. I suppose you would say that he was incredibly handsome although I hadn’t yet reached the age where I thought about such distinctions. Jason came from a wealthier family than mine. He went to a private school on the other side of the river whilst I attended the local high school. We lived around the corner from each other and of course, we belonged to the same Boy Scout troop. Jason’s dad worked in insurance and after hours he had a second career – singing and playing guitar and presenting his “Rock Around the Clock” act in pubs. In this respect Jason was taking after his father and loved to replicate the soppier ballads of Elvis Presley. This made him incredibly popular at parties.

It was a Saturday morning so we weren’t wearing our school uniforms, just shorts and tee shirts. We were passing the Boy Scout hall. He looked at the adjoining toilet block and said he wanted to take a leak. I was feeling a bit of a twinge myself so I said I’d go along with him. We went into the male toilet, stood next to each other at the stainless steel urinal and started pissing. I couldn’t help myself – I looked down and was surprised to see that his very dark cock was hard. It jutted like a pole out of his flies as he hosed the steel. I couldn’t help myself, my own cock started to pulse and rise. Of course Jason was aware of this – he reached over and took hold of my cock with his left hand.  I was amazed. It was the first time anyone else had ever touched my cock. As he squeezed my foreskin and started to wank he took my right hand and placed it on his own cock. Of course I started to reciprocate. I delighted in pulling his skin forward so that the head disappeared and then jerking it back. I discovered during my first time that it definitely feels a lot sexier if you have someone else to wank your cock for you.

I felt the pressure building. Jason seemed to sense this and his stroking became more vigorous. There was no holding back and I splashed great dollops of cum into the urinal. This was incredible. I’d shot more spunk than ever before. Was this because I had a friend wanking my cock for me I wondered? Jason seemed to admire the jets and even after the last drops he continued to wank my skin furiously. I had to gently remove his hand because my organ was sensitive and it suddenly felt very fragile. However Jason was still as hard as a pole so I kept on wanking his cock. Although I now felt satisfied and the urge had gone I somehow knew that it would be very bad mannered of me if I stopped wanking my friend before he’d blown his load.

Soon enough he was squirting his spurts of cum. I shook the end of Jason’s cock for him and he hastily started to stow it away in his shorts. We both looked around. What would we have done if someone, an older guy had walked into the dunny while we were in the middle of our wank? Well, you don’t think of such things in the heat of the moment.

We hadn’t uttered a word during the whole incident. Jason looked at me and I knew that our first time certainly wouldn’t be our last.

After that most weekends we would find ourselves walking past the toilet block and of course within moments we were tugging on each other’s weapons. After the first few times I also released Jason’s balls from his shorts so I could play with them and he did the same to me. Incredibly, over weeks of wanking we were never interrupted.

Eventually we became more adventurous and rode our bikes out into the country side. Here in a thicket, or in the middle of a field we felt secure enough to take off all of our clothes so we could admire each other.

Looking back over the years I can still see Jason grinning and looking down at himself and saying –

“Very big cock.”

It was an inch bigger than my own pale cock but I was chuffed when he told me he loved the look of it. We never graduated to anything like cock sucking or arse playing but we became fairly virtuosic at wanking – changing rhythm regularly, fingering the inside of the foreskin, stroking the ultra-sensitive region behind the head, gently squeezing the balls. I especially loved it when Jason would wrap one hand around the base of my cock and firmly wank the foreskin with the other until it seemed as if I would blow to the heavens.

Our wanking came to a stop very suddenly. We were at an open air party in the backyard of a school friend. Jason was doing his usual Elvis impersonations and there were girls clustered around him. When he finished ‘Heart Break Hotel’ I went over to him and whispered in his ear: “Jason, I’m randy, I need to wank. We can go in the bush just across the road.”

He shoved me away: “Kev, I’m giving all that up. I’ve got a girlfriend, Karen.”

With that he turned and kissed one of the clustering girls on the lips. I was devastated. It was my first big loss.


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