Pssst! To my Dear Followers, my new book GAY BRILLIANCE: Young Sean will be available for FREE downloading from Amazon Kindle on July 7th & 8th. I hope you enjoy reading it, Kev

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As I woke up in the arms of the boy next door I wondered if I was still dreaming or had I, perhaps, travelled to another planet? We were in love, we were committed. We were inspired by the Sacred Band of Thebes – a small army of young gay soldiers who stood side by side; lovers fighting not for their own lives but for that of their boyfriends. There were only three hundred of them but because of the love they shared, they defeated the mightiest armies on earth – they were just about invincible. They lived and fought and loved more than two thousand years ago in Ancient Greece.

Until last night when Brad told me that he had fallen in love with me I’d thought that he was right out of my league. He was a boy genius; the boy next door held down some crummy day job but in his spare time he managed to publish gay stories with the Rainbow Press, epic novels and books about quantum physics on the internet as well as compose the odd symphony. Oh, and he had also mastered the piano and the ‘cello.

Recently the boy next door had been on my case about me under-selling myself. He could become quite stern about that.

“Just look at what you are able to do in one single day” he would say. “First of all you hold down a day job creating the most ingenious computer games. Don’t you realize that you are competing with some of the brightest minds on the planet? And then there’s your dancing in the floor show at the Blue Boy’s Club and working on the choreography as well. And if the truth be known you probably hold the whole show together.”


Although it was a Saturday I had to go into work and Brad had rehearsals scheduled with the Romantic String Quartet. I jumped into the shower and was delighted when the boy next door joined me. Although we’d blown our loads several times during the night we quickly became hard again as we soaped each other up. After we’d had a quick wank and shot out cum over each other’s cock and balls I reached around and probed at my lover’s lovely rim. Brad lifted a leg, almost as a reflex action it would seem. I then slowly pushed an index finger up his boy hole. I told myself that I was just making sure that my boy was clean and pure for the coming day but of course there was no real risk of that. I simply wanted another feel of the magical cave.

On my way through Alston Park to the office, I came across a young man standing in a tropical grove wearing only a shirt. I wondered if he was kind of left over from the previous night and had failed to score or lost his pants maybe. With a fairly massive uncut cock jutting out in front of him, obviously needing attention, the young man waved at me – an obvious invitation. A few days ago I might have succumbed, but not anymore. I had a boyfriend! I felt as if I’d somehow become a member of the Theban Three Hundred.

As I jogged on towards my office, I thought of the challenges ahead. First of all I would have to deal with the business of the boss’s son playing with my cock whenever I went to the rest room. I had never been comfortable with this. What did it all mean? The guy was supposed to be ultra-straight for God’s sake! He was even engaged to be married – to a girl!

I’d previously told myself I was between a rock and a hard place. If I asked the boss’s son to stop toying with my dick then he could make life at the office very difficult for me – even cost me my job. But I knew he had to step very carefully. His father who was the massively over-paid CEO of Delta Industries was a notorious homophobe and if he discovered that dear Shannon had been manhandling cock in the rest room then the scion of the family would probably lose his inheritance as well as his job.

Until last night I’d thought that this problem was almost insurmountable but now I had all the power of the boy next door and the Sacred Band of Thebes behind me. And now that Brad and I had made solemn commitments to each other the cock play had to stop, whatever the consequences.

The next challenge was the future of the Blue Boy’s Club where I performed most nights of the week in drag. At first, when Brad had moved into the flat next door I’d kept this part of my life a big secret. I didn’t think that such an intellectual boy who played Beethoven’s Hammerklavier Sonata in his spare time would have been all that impressed. As I ran through the park I realized I’d been wrong about that. When I finally got round to telling him about it he was amused and interested. Was that only last night? I pondered. So much had happened, it seemed an eternity ago. Brad was even very cool when I told him that at the climax of the final number the young drag queens hoisted me aloft and exposed my cock and balls to the audience.

As I wound my way along a cobbled pathway that ran through a section of the park where hardy Australian native plants were cultivated, I waved to an old bag lady who was usually found wheeling a battered pram through the park at this time of the morning. Her hair, which had probably not been washed for eons was wildly bunched under a hair net and I had the notion that lots of insects probably made their homes in there. I was astonished one night in Tyrell’s gay bar when a young lawyer friend of mine told me that Agnes, the old bag lady, was actually worth two and a half million dollars!

As I neared our office building I recalled that I had to attend a crucial meeting at the Blue Boys’ Club at six o’clock that evening. The place had been bombed by a gang of thugs, probably at the behest of a rich client who had been kicked out of the place after he’d assaulted Sean, one of the young drag queens.

Unfortunately Silas the manager and owner of Blue Boys had no insurance and when I last saw him sitting in the ruins of his bar ruminating over a glass of scotch he’d told me that he was thinking of shutting up shop. He felt that he’d run out of options. Looking around the smoking ruins, I felt I had to agree with him. Actually I got the strong impression that Silas had already made up his mind and that the meeting tonight would be just to inform us about our final payments and so on. Yesterday I was distressed by these developments, because my mother was undergoing treatment for liver cancer and I needed all the income I could get to help pay for her treatment. Also, as I’d worked with the surfer boys and the drag queens to develop the floor show which we called ‘The Crown’ we’d developed a sense of family which I knew I would sorely miss. But now, after the incredible events of the previous evening I felt I could cope with any situation that arose.

During his telling of the story of the Sacred Band of Thebes, Brad told me of an almost magical force that the band of Theban boys managed to harness. It allowed them to transform the most evil, negative forces into something positive. Even at the end of their story when the three hundred were standing before Thebes facing an invading army of hundreds of thousands knowing that they had to die, they summoned the magical positive forces to help them do so with great courage.

When I reached our office building I ran into Shannon the boss’s son in the foyer. Now this was unusual, he hardly ever appeared on a Saturday because he had football and other commitments. He came over to me and putting a hand on my arm said, “Are you all right Damien?”

For a crazy moment I thought he was talking about my wild night of fucking with Brad. But how could he possibly have known about that?

“I saw the reports, it’s all over the television. The ABC, Channel Nine. Wow, to think something like that could happen in Sydney town. They said that one of the boys was taken to hospital.”

“Yeah, that was young Sean” I said.

“Is he going to be OK?”

“Yeah, Sean’s a tough little cookie. It takes a lot to keep him down.”

“Well that sure is a relief. Let me know if there’s anything I can do to help.”

It seemed to me that Shannon was expressing genuine concern and he went up in my estimation. I thought I should perhaps raise the issue of him wanting to play with my cock all the time but looking around, I decided that the foyer of Delta Industries was no place to carry out negotiations to do with dick handling. But then maybe I was just evading the issue. Perhaps my good intentions were fading already?

The elevator pinged so I thanked Shannon for his concern and headed on up to the second floor. Only a few of my fellow workers were sacrificing their Saturday mornings so there was an unusual atmosphere of peace and quiet. I was relieved that none of them knew of my connection to the bombed out gay club, although I wasn’t sure for how long that state of affairs would last.

Later that morning I was just making some adjustments to a complicated sequence in my new computer game, Slaughter Palace, when I felt I needed to go for a slash. Uh-oh, would the boss’s son make his usual appearance?

As I pushed my way into the male toilet the truth hit me like a ton of bricks. If I’d been so concerned about Shannon staring at and fiddling with my cock on previous occasions why on earth hadn’t I just gone into one of the cubicles and locked the door? Well, if he truth be known I considered, I’d been fascinated by the situation and probably even enjoyed it in a perverse kind of a way.

Well, now that I was committed to Brad I could diplomatically go into a cubicle and avoid the situation. But then I thought, I didn’t want to avoid the situation, I wanted to confront and resolve it.





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