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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Bangkok Boy Bar – a review

Bangkok Bar Boy by Richard Vohl is well written which is perhaps a little unusual for its genre. It put me in mind of Gaysia by Benjamin Law. At times the story is incredibly detailed, perhaps too much so in some areas. The book starts with a brief prologue set in Bangkok but this is followed by a long and occasionally tedious section about the author’s life as a gay man in Middle America and Los Angeles. This early part of the story becomes more interesting when the author meets Tien, a Vietnamese boy who has immigrated to live in the States. Although the writer and Tien come to love each other theirs is not a sexual relationship. They come to regard each other as ‘family.’ The family is later joined by Al, a male nurse who has come from the Philippines. Al is straight and is married (to a woman).

Eventually the author who works as a software designer decides to go on a trip to Bangkok to sample the gay life there. Again there is a lot of detail and I feel that we didn’t really need a moment-by-moment description of our story-teller’s journey on a commercial airliner.

The author books a room at the Babylon gay resort which has the biggest sauna in Thailand (and perhaps the world). Here we come to the most moving part of the story. The author ventures out to explore Bangkok’s boy bars and eventually ends up hiring a young man, Kirt, to go back to his room for sex. The American visitor and the boy become genuinely fond of each other and after several days (and nights) Richard Vohl believes that they genuinely love each other. However he faces a dilemma; if they are really in love how can he keep on paying the boy for sex? On his part young Kirt cannot conceive of giving up work.

Towards the end of his trip Richard falls in love with another boy called Golf and this time we feel they might have more of a future. When the author returns to the States Golf gives up his sex work and gets ‘legit’ work and there is a strong suggestion that he will share the author’s life.

Despite the fact that everyone who stays at Babylon receives a free day pass to the adjoining gay sauna our author only visits this facility briefly – and that’s to take a shower. There’s a hint that he disapproves of the action that goes on in gay saunas but he obviously doesn’t have any qualms about hiring boys out of bars for sex. Puzzling.

Unusually for this kind of books perhaps, the text has many photographs. The author tells us they have been taken on his cell phone and they look like it. At least a third of them are not of sufficient quality to be published. However, all on all, I feel that Bangkok Bar Boy can be recommended.

  • Reviewed by Alistair Young

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GAY BRILLIANCE

The first book in my my new GAY BRILLIANCE series ‘The Boss’s Son’ has just been published on Amazon Kindle.

Young Damien Grantchester is in something of a bind after an encounter in the male rest room at their work place with his boss’s son, Shannon. Shannon has developed something of an obsession with Damien’s cock. Now normally this would be no big deal but Damien is confused. Surely Shannon is a notorious straight lothario, bedding a different girl on most nights of the week?

There could also be danger looming because of the fact that the big boss of Delta Industries (and Shannon’s dad) where Damien works is a well-known homophobe. Damien knows that he must keep the fact that he has a second job – performing in a gay club in the evenings – a secret.

Excerpt:

Some of the boys who lived in and around Altona were jealous of Shannon’s sexual achievements and he had suffered a few drunken attacks at the Altona Hotel. Fortunately he was more than able to stick up for himself and bashed bullies sometimes added to the workload of the emergency staff at St Vincent’s Hospital of a Friday evening. Anyway, there I was in the ‘rest room’ standing next to Shannon of the almighty cock and now I was gushing piss into the stainless steel as well. No matter how much I tried I couldn’t unswivel my eyes, so they remained focussed on Shannon’s mighty cock. I could have sworn that there was a faint smile flickering on his lips but then I thought I was kidding myself… it was just wishful thinking. But then – oh, my God, I could have sworn that his dick was getting even bigger. Shannon was getting hard! Of course as soon as I realized that, my own cock started pulsing and lifting. And then – the Boss’s son by now had a broad grin which gave him an angelic and a devilish expression all in one – he pulled his short foreskin back before shaking off the last drops of piss. My own cock had by now completely filled and I was shaking off my own lingering drops. I’ve got a fairly long foreskin of which I am fairly proud, so even without thinking, I pulled it all the way back to show off my glistening head. And then I thought – was I kidding myself? Why would Shannon, the Casanova of Delta Industries be interested in that? However, angels sang in my heart when I saw Shannon look down at me and lift an eyebrow. Was that a sign of approval? Admiration? What? Or was Shannon one of those straight guys who like to tease or torture gay guys by giving them flashes of forbidden fruits? How sick! I’d read about these monsters on the net. I stood there with my swivelled eyes wondering what I should do. I could maybe just zip up, wash my hands and leave as if nothing had happened. Well, when I thought about it, nothing had happened after all. Not much anyway. But why was Shannon still standing there with his massive cock still rock hard? My eyes were rapidly feeding information to my brain to be filed away in my memory bank to assist with future wanking sessions.

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African Boys

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Suddenly I had other issues to be concerned about. Other people had entered the cubicle, there were shadows on the walls. This didn’t seem to concern Amos at all, because there wasn’t the slightest interruption to the rhythm of his fucking. I managed to twist my head around whilst still keeping Amos clutched by my arse muscles.  I realized that we had been joined by three African boys all of whom were about the same age as Amos.johnfaitken-72dpi-1500x2000 (1)

Now the boy began to gasp as he drove himself deeper and deeper and I felt the slapping of his balls.

“I’m sorry Bro” he said. “I must’ve mentioned where we were meeting for our fucking. But don’t worry, they’ll only want to watch.”

Amos told me later that the tallest boy, Kojo, held his balls whilst the youngest, Zuri, fingered his arse for him during the fuck.

I didn’t really mind the intrusion, in fact I welcomed it. Immersing myself in such an experience helped to dilute the shock I’d felt at Michel’s unaccountably cruel treatment. Perhaps after Amos had blown the other boys would want to have a go as well and I felt I’d really gone beyond the point of caring.

At last I felt that Amos was shuddering and then he squirted warm jet after jet up my passage. I smiled grimly. I wondered what Michel would say if he knew that his juice was already mingled with that of a boy from the Congo.

Slowly Amos withdrew his rod and turning round, I saw him wiping the head of his cock on one of the other boy’s shorts. I went to straighten up when Amos said softly, “No, no, stay there Bro, I’m still hard.” My God, I wondered, was he going to have another go?

Just as he was pushing his cock back into my now awesomely yawning opening he said to the other black boys, “Hey, you see what a cute lil’ arse my friend got you guys? If you boys behave yourselves – who knows, he might give you a go.”

I discovered later that during this second go the third black visitor, Adisa, had taken over the task of fingering Amos’s hole whilst holding his balls. Whilst all this was going on Zuri, the youngest boy, reached round and started pulling my cock for me. I really appreciated that because even although I’d blown in Michel’s room, having my fuck with Amos witnessed by three cute African boys was a real turn-on and I’d become hard again.

It wasn’t long before Amos was filling me up again with his hot load. I came at the same time, splashing my cum over the toilet bowl.

After Amos had withdrawn for the second time I was exhausted. With my juice still dripping from my cock I turned round and sat on the toilet. Amos proceeded to introduce me properly to his three friends. He explained that the name ‘Kojo’ meant that the boy was born on a Monday. That ‘Zuri’ meant ‘handsome’ which he certainly was… in fact he was drop-dead gorgeous. ‘Adisa meant “I speak gravely.” I was touched by the idea that these boys were so keen to hang on to their African names, not adopting more banal ‘western’ names like so many newcomers to our country. I was amazed that these three friends of Amos were so polite. When they grinned it was like flashes from heaven. I smiled inwardly when I remembered my fears that Amos was going to introduce me to a bunch of tribal thugs who might want to fuck me within an inch of my life.

As Amos was climbing back into his jeans he turned to his friends. “Hey, I told my friend Jody here that that you boys all bigger than me. You gonna show him or what? You better I reckon, or he gonna think me a liar.”

Laughing, the three boys gathered round me and dropped their daks. Sure enough, they were all more massive than Amos and I could hardly believe the vision before me. They were all circumcised of course. Zuri, the youngest, had the thickest cock and a fairly massive pair of balls. I judged that Kojo was only marginally bigger than Amos. His balls and pubic area were smooth and hairless. Adisa’s mighty cock was hanging at half-mast and I wondered how big it would become when fully erect. It certainly seemed to be pulsing in that direction. Without asking their permission I started to run my fingers over the three cocks, one at a time. I also took their healthy-looking balls in hand in turn and squeezed them gently. The smiles of those lovely boys became even more heavenly. I noticed that their piss-slots were very handsome and really quite prominent and wondered if this was a Congolese trait. As I was continuing my examination the three lads were also touching each other and rubbing their cocks together. I got the idea that they probably did this quite regularly.

Feeling that my energy was rapidly returning, I first of all took Zuri’s cock head in my mouth and sucked. Then, whilst holding the young boy’s balls, I sucked Kojo’s and Adisa’s bulbous heads in turn. I didn’t want them to feel neglected! I then attempted to suck both Zuri’s and Kojo’s heads at the same time. Double ecstasy. There was no way that I could do the same with Adisa because now that he was fully erect his head was so huge that he had to be given individual attention. Surprisingly, the biggest boy came fairly quickly and he splashed his load into my mouth. Now young Zuri turned to Amos and said, “I bet yo friend’s arse feel awesome. You reckon he’d let me…?

“Maybe I already make his arse too sore Zuri. But hey, why don’t you ask him yourself?”

The boy looked at me questioningly and I nodded. However this time I told him I would have to do it standing up because my back was a bit sore after bending over so much for Amos.

The boy took up his position behind me and easily slipped his cock into my passage.

“Oh Jody” the boy said, “You don’t know what a pleasure it is for me to be able to fuck white butt.”

“And I think I must becoming addicted to African cock” I laughed.

From the sounds and gasps somewhere behind me I quickly realized that whilst Zuri was fucking me, Adisa was fucking the boy and Kojo was fucking him. Amos was taking up the rear if I can put it like that, fingering Kojo’s hole.

After we parted company outside the dunny I began to walk home feeling that I’d just made a quick trip from Hell to Paradise.

-an excerpt from ‘Brilliant Boys – Icebergs’ by Kevin Armstrong

 

 

FREE BOOK: Burmese Boy

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Pssst! This is a message for my Dear Followers. My book ‘BURMESE BOY: A Gay Sex Odyssey’ will be available for FREE DOWNLOADING between the 18th and the 20th of November inclusive. This is a brief excerpt –

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I made my first visit to Day Thermos a couple of years ago. As I left the locker area wrapped in a blue towel I wondered if I would be welcomed by the regulars. I’m Caucasian and past “the first bloom of youth” as the saying goes. Clichés again. I needn’t have worried. Within a minute or so of entering the small, dark steam sauna area (more about this region later) and sitting on a bench, I had a black, thick uncut cock pushed into my hand. As my eyes adjusted to the gloom I saw that I was sitting next to a very handsome young Indian fellow. Over the next ten minutes or so I helped him release his load. With my wrist feeling a little the worse for wear (clichés!) I politely refused his helping hand or lips as I had more exploring to do.

I mounted a metal staircase to the next level. I quickly saw that this mostly consisted of a busy shower area, the small gym mentioned above and a corridor which ran past a row of small rooms. Because it was mid-afternoon most of the doors were still open but there were plenty of guys of varying ages looking out for prospects. By the way, although “money boys” can be something of a pest in Thailand’s saunas I’ve never been asked for money in a sauna in Malaysia or Singapore.

A young Malaysian boy was making gestures and I realized he wanted me to go into one of the rooms. We didn’t exchange a word – we didn’t have to. I quickly realized that he wanted to be blown. One of things I love about many Malaysian boys (and there are plenty of other factors let me tell you) is their smooth, almost hairless bodies. Your hand sweeps down over the golden chest, the flat stomach… and encounters a sudden glorious jungle – a luxurious bunch of glistening black pubic hair enshrining a smooth uncut cock. His foreskin was just the length that I like – sufficient to cover the glans when in repose but without too much “overhang” which, visually, can be a little gross. Or am I being too fussy? Actually I’ve found that most Malay and Thai boys (maybe I’m just lucky) tend to have their foreskins neatly proportioned. Go to European cities like Vienna or Berlin and you may have trouble finding the head in too generous folds of skin. Or maybe I’m exaggerating. But I think that it has something to do with the climate of those countries. In South-East Asia cocks, because of the heat, don’t need so much protection. In the depths of an icy European winter on the other hand, penises need wrapping. That’s my theory anyway – perhaps one day someone will carry out a scientific study.

I peeled back the foreskin and took the cock fairly easily in my mouth and the boy started gently thrusting. My taste buds tingled and I took his balls in hand and held and squeezed them gently. With my other hand I explored that intimate region between testicles and rectum. The boy immediately lifted his left leg in the air and I knew what else he desired. My fingertips gently touched the rippled and hairless rim of the magic cave and the boy for the first time kissed me full on the mouth and rubbed his tongue against mine. Gently I pushed my index finger up to the first knuckle and I there was a sudden intake of breath. At the same time the rectum muscles were gripping my finger so I pushed it further inside until I touched something smooth and round…the boy gave a shudder and released his load into my mouth. The taste was sweet but with an added, somewhat mysterious tang. Perhaps it’s just my imagination but I’ve often found the taste of Asian boys to be not as salty as those from cooler climes.

All at once the encounter was over and the boy grabbed his towel and headed out the door. We hadn’t exchanged a word.

 

I’ve often noticed in gay saunas that if the mood isn’t right then you can hang around for an hour or more sans any kind of interest or action. You can stand wrapped in your towel silently cursing the wasted afternoon or telling yourself that you just popped in for relaxation in the spa or a drink at the bar maybe. But when the action starts it often carries on like a game of ping pong. Consequently as I followed the now unloaded boy out of the door and into the corridor I found myself getting signals from another smooth-skinned Malaysian. He was older than the boy, probably in his mid-twenties. The young man took me into another room and gestured for me to get up onto a plastic covered bench. Fortunately he had a condom and a small tube of lube. Because this was my first visit to a sauna in KL I hadn’t realized you had to supply your own. I saw that the guy’s cock was almost painfully erect, no foreplay required here… he just wanted to get down to it. He asked me to get onto my hands and knees. He was rather tired because he’d been fucking all afternoon and this would be the easiest position for him. I complied, spreading the cheeks of my arse. His fingers, generously wet with lube explored the rim of my hole and then gently started probing inside. I told him that he would need to go easy at first because I was pretty tight, like an eighteen year old. He laughed… but very slowly pushed the head of his cock into my now slippery arse. I gasped and my arse muscles, almost of their own accord, gripped. There was a wave of pain but it wasn’t too radical because the young man’s cock was of medium size in length and girth. I never use the term “average.” No one on this planet is average. I knew that the pain would soon recede. Sure enough, after a few moments the young man started to push further and my arse muscles loosened in welcoming fashion. Also, I was now confident enough to push against the cock and we soon set up a gentle but satisfying rhythm. At the same time his hand was wanking my cock. All too soon the young man cried out and I felt that always mysterious organic pressure brimming in my tubes. Spurts of my load splashed on plastic and the young man withdrew his now deflated prick from my arse. After curiously examining the contents of the condom he was gone. I sat on the bench feeling somewhat deflated. Already I was missing the young boy with the glistening pubic hair. Because I had immediately gone with the older man I felt like an unfaithful slut. How crazy was that? Go figure. Time to head back to the Corus Hotel, a couple of quiet Tiger beers at the bar and a few songs from the girl band.

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I hope you enjoyed reading the extract,

Kevin

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Blue Boys

THE FOLLOWING is an excerpt from a work-in-progress of mine which will be published in early December. It will be the third book in my Gay Dimensions series – ‘Coming Always.’  The extract describes Raphael’s visit to the Blue Boys venue in New York city which is, of course, fictitious. I mean the venue not New York!

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The boys caught a Yellow Cab over to the West Village and alighted on a street corner. Outside a rather nondescript-looking building there was a neon sign signalling ‘Blue Boys.’ The sign was electric blue, of course.

However when Raphael, Tyler, Grant and Charlie were waved inside by two massive black bouncers the whole world changed. On his way past the bouncers Raphael noticed that one of them had a huge cut cock hanging out of his trousers. He was tempted to reach out and grab it but managed to resist.

The bouncer noticed his admiring look and said, “That’s juss so that all de dudes who come through here can have no doubt what dis place is all about man. You can have a feel if you want.”

“Maybe a bit later on” said Raphael diplomatically.

Once inside he was grateful that the background music was sexy and sultry rather than banging disco or heavy metal. Like most other gay bars Raphael had visited, the ambiance was fairly dim but here there were rather startling highlights. Moving spotlights roaming here and there would suddenly focus on a gorgeous naked twink flaunting a hard-on. The naked boys were standing on small plinths or pedestals so that they were slightly raised above the crowd. Raphael was impressed when he realized that these ‘highlights’ had obviously been choreographed. You just had time to glimpse a throbbing cut cock before the spotlight whipped away in search of another treasure. As each of the spotlights hit its target there would be a burst of applause. Raphael looked around and realized that he was amongst a young, startlingly well-dressed crowd with a sprinkling of older men here and there. Noticing his expression Tyler told him that in this venue there was no discrimination and that the ‘senior’ gay guys were made to feel very welcome. In fact he often sought out the older men for a chat himself because they usually knew so much about the history of the gay movement in New York – the Stonewall Riots, the HIV epidemic of the eighties and so on. Raphael also noticed that there also seemed to be a healthy representation of different cultures – some of the boys were coal black and others had definite Hispanic looks.

Raphael leaned over and whispered in Tyler’s ear, “Hey, I reckon you could uncover a few spectacular foreskins around here bro.”

“Yeah well, after last night I’ve certainly got a taste for them” laughed Tyler before he went over to the bar and ordered a round of Heineken’s.

As the boys sipped their beers Raphael noticed that young Charlie seemed almost mesmerized by the bouncing spotlights as they illuminated the naked twinks around the bar.

“That sure is a fine display of cock” he murmured as a spot lit up a boy whose ample cock pointed skyward. Now there was a pulsing sound in the music and more searchlight beams joined the illuminations. The pulsing music became faster and faster and the spotlights became almost frantic as they bounced from cock to cock.

Raphael put a hand on Charlie’s shoulder and said, “Oh my God, are they -?”

Sure enough, the spot lit boys were stroking their huge cocks. As Raphael tried to keep up with the moving lights he noticed that two of the boys were actually uncut. One of them, who had an Afro-American appearance, had a spectacular foreskin and as the light flashed on it Raphael noticed that a helpful arm had reached out from the crowd to take over the wanking.

Raphael also noticed as the lights flashed rapidly around the bar that several of the customers were now quite blatantly wanking their own cocks.

“This is incredible” breathed Raphael.

“I thought you might like the Blue Boys” Tyler whispered in his ear.

Not able to resist the sight of cocks being pulled and stroked in flashing light all over the room, Charlie had his own hard member out and was stroking it avidly.

“Let me give you a hand with that young Charlie” chortled Tyler as he reached down to take the boy in hand.

Now the music was increasing in intensity – there were groans and cheers of encouragement as jets of cum sparkled in the dancing light.

Suddenly Charlie arched his back and he shot his load all over Raphael’s jeans.

“Sorry about that Raphael” laughed Tyler. I shoulda taken better aim” he said as he shook the last drops off Charlie’s dick.

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An excerpt from GAY DIMENSIONS: Coming Always, a ‘work-in-progress’ by Kevin Armstrong.

A Cock-Eyed Optimist

The black boy sat on my favourite chair, pulled down his zipper and released his massive cock. My God, it was huge! About eleven inches in length I estimated and generously thick. Even the piss slot seemed awesome.

“Can I touch it?” I gulped.

“Of course you can” said Sheku the young Congolese man grinning from ear to ear.

I took it in my hand. The weight was substantial and it was already rock hard.

“It’s cut” I said rather unnecessarily.

“Cut?” The boy looked at me anxiously before examining his cock closely.

“I don’t see any cuts” said the boy. “What are you talking about Kevin?” I laughed. “Just a manner of speaking Sheku. In Australia, when a cock is circumcised we say  it’s ‘cut’.”

“Oh I see!” said the boy laughing heartily. “In the Congo we all have our cocks “cut” as you say.” He laughed again. He gave me an enquiring look and I knew that it was time for me to show my hand… or my cock I should say. I stood up, unzipped my jeans and freed my cock. It was already at half-mast and rising. Sheku reached out with a massive hand and took hold of it. He was immediately fascinated by my foreskin.

“I’m not cut as you can see Sheku” I said, again unnecessarily. The boy whistled through his blindingly white teeth and slowly pushed my foreskin back to reveal the glistening head of my cock. “Where I come from we boys have all this cut away” he said. I wasn’t sure whether he approved of my foreskin or not but he certainly seemed fascinated by it. He pulled it forward, covering my cock head and then pushed it back again. He let me go and looked down at his own cock. “Do you reckon you could take that Kevin?”

“Take it?”

“Up your arse I mean.”

I gulped and let my eyes dwell on his enormous member. Everything was moving so fast. It was only the night before that we’d met in the gay bar. I’d never SEEN a cock that big let alone considered accommodating same.

“Jeeze, I don’t know Sheku, you’re so big”… I seemed to be locked in this syndrome whereas I couldn’t help making totally unnecessary remarks. “I mean, I’m pretty tight… like an eighteen year old boy” I laughed awkwardly.

“So what’s the problem then Kevin? I love tight holes” he said bouncing his heavy cock in his hand. “Can you take it or not?”

“Well I do have a boyfriend” I said rather shakily.

“Your boyfriend got a cock as big as mine?” he said weighing his member and holding his balls with his other hand.

“No of course not” I whispered. “I don’t think anyone has.”

“What’s the problem then?” said Sheku.

He was right of course. There wasn’t much of a problem and every moment I continued to stare at that glorious cock seemed to make it even less of a problem. Anyway I may have been guilty of exaggerating when I told Sheku I had a boyfriend. I wasn’t really sure whether I still had one or not. James had stacked on a turn more than a week before this, stormed out the door and I hadn’t seen or heard of him since. So I wasn’t really sure whether we’d broken up officially or not.

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An excerpt from ‘African Boy – A Sex Odyssey’ by Kevin Armstrong.