FREEBOOK: Sleepover Boy

Hi to my dear followers,

My recently published book in the Gay Moments series,Sleepover Boy,will be available for free downloading on January the 8th and the 9th. Here is an excerpt-

“Almost without realizing it Jamie had become something of a stalker. How many times did he really have to walk his dog Benji past that hallowed house in Selway Place where divine Christian Compton lived with his parents?

How could he possibly justify lurking in the tropical grove of Rotary Park most afternoons when Christian took his customary jog along the path that led to the lake? Oh my God, the sight of all that junk bouncing about in those loose-fitting shorts would surely drive him crazy Jamie thought. More often than not, after His Magnificence had passed, he would pull his own weapon out of his jeans for a quick wank in the shadows of the pandanas trees. On one occasion whilst he was still working his foreskin Jamie had been given a bit of a shock when a boy emerged from the shadows and offered to give him a hand. He’d politely declined.”

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FREE BOOK: My Gay Roomie

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Pssst! To my Dear Followers, my recently published story in the Gay Moments series, My Gay Roomie will be available for free downloading from Amazon Kindle on the 27th & 28th of July. Here is an excerpt from the opening,

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I looked around the room in Gilmour Residential College. It seemed kind of small, for two guys I mean. But then I’d been brought up as an only child and was used to having my own bedroom. The only time I’d slept in close proximity to another person was when I slept under canvas at Boy Scouts’ camps but that’s another story.

Well at least this place had its own bathroom. The windows looked out on one of the university’s sports ovals.

I felt rather nervous as I waited for the boy who would be my roommate, Cody Wilton. I should have already met Cody at an orientation function held by our residential college. But because of a family emergency – more about this later – I couldn’t attend.

I already had some idea of what Cody looked like because a photo of him had been published in an on-line newsletter that had gone out just after the orientation function. Oh God, when I saw it I imagined that he was going to be disgustingly popular at university and I would probably be condemned to hover somewhere on his outer orbit if I appeared anywhere in his universe at all.

The photo was a little hazy but from the look of his closely-cropped hair (I couldn’t tell if it was blond or ginger) and the rather cheesy smile, I got the distinct impression that Cody was a sporting jock. And, of course, he definitely looked straight!

Oh my God, was I going to have to spend most nights of the week hiding under my blankets and sheets, my hand resting on my hard cock, trying not to register the slurping, melting sounds as Cody fucked his latest girlfriend? Was there any kind of unspoken etiquette about this kind of thing in the college I wondered?

I guess I’d hoped to be bunked in with a cute, nerdish boy who looked even younger than his years. Perhaps a lad with a dainty looking uncut cock because that was my preference. Or at least I thought it was. I have to admit that up to this point, apart from some experimental encounters at high school and the scouts, I was somewhat sexually inexperienced.

Whilst I waited for His Nibs I continued to look around the room we were to share. We each had a desk and a chair with two shelves for books attached to the wall above these.

There was also a small refrigerator and, surprisingly, an electric kettle and mugs for coffee making. The room didn’t have any actual kitchen facilities because the college had its own canteen. I was kind of relieved about that because I’m not a great cook and I think that cooking smells in confined places can be gross.

There was a knock on the door and my heart was in my mouth. Why was I so nervous? I wondered. It was only my expected roomie! But why was he knocking? Didn’t he have his own key?

I went over, opened the door and was stunned. There stood one of the cutest boys I’d ever seen. Blond curly hair, glinting green eyes, high cheek bones, full pouting, luscious lips… an angel. And from what I could tell by looking at his aged Nick Cave tee shirt, a slender and compact torso. And of course my eyes drifted lower – was that a hefty bar in his faded jeans or just wishful thinking on my part? My head was spinning, how could the real thing be so different to the pic in the newsletter?

And then the truth hit me – surely this embodiment of cuteness wasn’t Cody Wilton? But then, who was he?

“Hi, I’m Declan. Declan Green” the boy said in a lilting tone that I found very reassuring. He stuck out his hand and I shook it whilst trying to tear my eyes away from the big lump in his jeans.

“And I’m… uh…”

“Have you forgotten who you are?” laughed the boy.

“Um… I’m Scott, Scott Sterling.”

“You sure about that?”

By now the cheekiness of the boy was starting to irritate me. But then, another glance at that package and I thought that much could be forgiven.

“I was just wanting to have a word with Cody. Cody Wilton? Your room mate?”

Well, now this boy was really starting to get under my skin.

“Yes, I do know that he’s my roommate” I said rather tersely. “I’m afraid he hasn’t arrived yet.”

Without further ado Declan pushed past me and stood surveying the room. “You sure about that? I mean you haven’t got him hidden in the bathroom or in a wardrobe by any chance?”

By now my blood was really starting to boil.

“Look Declan, or whatever your name is – of course I haven’t got him hidden in the wardrobe. Whaddaya think I am? A serial killer? And may I say, it’s usually good manners to wait until you’re invited before you go barging into a guy’s room.”

“Hey, cool it man. We don’t stand on ceremony here at Gilmour. We’re kinda free and easy, laid back if you get my drift.”

Now the boy was talking in awful clichés and trying to put himself across as an old hand, although he could only have been at Gilmour for two days at the most.

“Well I wonder what young Cody is up to?” said the boy. “Probably mounting some gorgeous chick if the truth be known.”

For some reason that comment really enraged me. Why was this kid being so outrageously presumptuous? Did he know Cody really well? Had they gone to the same high school perhaps? And then I realized I was feeling a surge of jealousy. But how could that be? I wondered. Was I jealous at the thought of Cody fucking some floozy or the idea that he and Declan might be best friends? But then I thought that this was really crazy – I’d yet to meet the guy!

Now Declan moved about the room making himself at home. It was as if it was his name on the door, not Cody’s. When I’d first set eyes on the cheeky boy I’d almost wished that I could have swapped him for Cody who I’m sure might have been happier sharing with another straight boy. But now that this Declan boy seemed to be taking possession of our room, I had a big change of heart. His impudence was really getting to me.

I hadn’t had time to unpack and my suitcase and a large bag that contained all my books were standing next to my bed. The book bag was open because it had been too full for me to do up the zipper.

To my astonishment Declan reached down and started searching through my books. “Got any porn?” he said.

“No I don’t read porn and if you don’t mind Declan those books are my private property – they’re not out of some public library.”

“Hey, no need to get your knickers in a knot bro. Remember what I said – we’re very laid back here.”

Ignoring my protest, he rummaged around in the book bag before pulling out a Penguin paperback.

“The Pilgrim’s Progress? Gee, that’s pretty heavy stuff!”

“Well I’ve signed on for English Literature and that is one of the foundation stones.”

The boy looked at me rather strangely and then said, “I bet you watch porn on the net.”

“Well, sometimes…”

“Sometimes? Yeah, I bet. Straight or gay?”

“Look I ‘m not sure if I –“

“I’m not asking you about your sexual orientation ya dork! Do you watch gay or straight porn?”

“Gay most of the time.”

“Yeah, me too. Although sometimes I go looking for straight stuff because some of those guys have the most awesome cocks. But when I was younger, the sight of what those straight cocks were ploughing into really freaked me out. There was nothing there except the lower lips and maybe a bit of hair. And since you’re doing English Lit baby, did you know that in Elizabethan times another word for ‘cunt’ was ‘nothing’ so that when Will Shakespeare wrote ‘Much Ado About Nothing’ he really meant ‘Much Ado About Cunt’?”

Despite my better judgement the Declan boy was beginning to grow on me again. To side-track for a moment, Gilmour Residential Collage provided bed sheets, blankets and towels although we students had to do our own laundry. This wasn’t the case in a couple of the other colleges and at the beginning of each semester mothers could be seen staggering into these places with piles of linen to the great embarrassment of their offspring I’m sure.

Declan picked up a towel that had been neatly folded and placed at the foot of the bed and to my astonishment, laid it out on the floor. Then to my utter amazement he unbuckled his belt and started to wriggle out of his jeans. He wasn’t wearing any underpants and his uncut cock, which was already hard, sprung out before him. His fairly large balls were in tight mode and I noticed that they had been shaved.

 

 

 

Gay Florence

 

I’ve recently been carrying out research for a new story which is partly about gay sex in the Italian city of Florence. I’ve never been there but a quick look at some items on Google suggest that it’s not one of the gayest cities on the planet. There are few gay bars and only one sauna. However it was a different story back in the fifteenth century, the time of the Renaissance. It seems that around two thirds of the boys and young men were involved in gay sex. There was a firm protocol; the younger boys (in their teens) were the passive partners and the older men (usually in their twenties) were the dominant fuckers.

Florence during this period was famed for its beautiful boys and although parents were warned to lock up their sons, their daughters could walk the streets without fear of molestation.

However many of the clerics of the time were not at all happy about the situation. A mad friar, Bernardino of Siena, claimed that the ‘sodomites’ of the city had brought down upon them God’s vengeance in the form of the black plague and that they were responsible for the very low birth rate. Finally the city authorities paid heed and formed the Office of the Night to investigate charges of sodomy.

Back in the fourteenth century the punishments for gay sex had been pretty ferocious. One fifteen year old boy, Giovanni di Giovanni was convicted of opening his legs for many older men. He was made to ride naked through the city on the back of an ass. Giovanni was then publicly castrated and had a red hot poker shoved up his arse.

Some men in Florence during the Renaissance undertook homosexual ‘marriage’ in which the men swore fidelity to each other over a bible on a church altar. The Office of the Night regarded these men as being legally married to each other.

Much of the gay sexual activity in Florence during the Renaissance took place in and around a popular tavern called Buco (the hole). It seems that many of the boys dressed appropriately for gay sex, wearing doublets that not only had flaps in the front secured by buttons but in the rear as well. Research suggests that they would have lowered their pants to take a dump but if they wanted a quick and discreet fuck in a park or in places like the Buco without undressing then the rear flap was very handy.

Bernardino was very critical of parents who allowed their sons to dress too stylishly, however many of the fathers of the time encouraged their sons to go out fucking with older men in the hope that it would benefit their careers in later life. (Shades of the ancient Greeks.)

On a rather morbid note Bernardino advised parents to search their sons’ clothing for gold coins after they’d returned from a night out. The mad friar told mothers that if they held these coins that would have been earned by their boys selling their arses up to their ears they would have heard the souls of unborn babies chanting ‘To the fire. To the fire!’

 

 

FREE BOOK: My Girlfriend’s Brother

Pssst! to my Dear Followers,

The first book in my Gay Moments series ‘My Girlfriend’s Brother’ will be available for free downloading from Amazon Kindle from Sunday the 5th of June until Tuesday the 7th of June.

Here is an excerpt:

Anyway, as I have suggested, they lived in a fairly spacious house with two bathrooms. I knew that Tyler loved taking showers and I often caught myself wishing that I could share them. His mother called all this showering a ‘fetish’ and was continually going on about the waste of water and electricity. Both bathrooms contained toilets so a few times when I knew Tyler was showering I pretended that I urgently needed to go to the can. A couple of times when we were doing our homework in the kitchen downstairs Sandy looked at me rather oddly, probably wondering why I was dashing to use the upstairs bathroom when the downstairs was closer. Naturally the real reason was that Tyler always used the upstairs bathroom.

I got fairly close to getting an eyeful a couple of times but somehow the boy always managed to have the shower curtain or a large sponge strategically placed. But it was so shutterstock_19058863close it was excruciating and I eventually started to imagine that Tyler was teasing me. Or was this just wishful thinking? Naturally I could only use this ruse when I knew I would be able to take a piss otherwise Tyler and Sandy would know that my real reason was to try and have a perv. I knew that because of where the toilet was situated the boy would be able to see my cock but I didn’t mind. In fact I loved the fact that he would be able to see it. Instead of just undoing my fly I always lowered my shorts so Tyler could see my balls as well. Of course, because of my quest and the fact that the boy was so close, by the time I was ready to have a slash I would have a hard on. I also pulled the foreskin back so that he could see my glistening head. Well maybe all this was rather fanciful. How did I know that he would be interested in looking at my cock and arse? Except… one afternoon I quickly turned my head and Tyler made a sudden movement and I was fairly sure that he had been checking me out.

 

 

 

May is National Masturbation Month

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It was 1995 and a group of political sex shops, still dismayed by the firing of Surgeon General Dr. Joycelyn Elders, decided something had to be done.  They came together to do what they always did best: combine consciousness raising with politics with pleasure.

National Masturbation Month (NMM) was their response to the firing of Elders for daring to suggest that masturbation might be something that should be mentioned in school based sex education.  Masturbation, they believed, needed some positive PR.  Each year they held workshops in their stores, they tried to get media to write about the health aspects of masturbation, and the main event each year was the Masturbate-A-Thon, a fundraiser like no other.

The month was also a tongue-in-cheek response to the kind of Hallmark holidays that other industries create. Despite being the most commonly practiced sexual activity…

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