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.

 

 

 

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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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Docking

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Further to a recent post of mine about Asian boys being ashamed of their foreskins (how silly!) the other night whilst passing through Singapore I dropped in to have a drink at the Raffles Hotel. In the Long Bar while drinking some Tiger beer I got talking to a cute American boy who would have been around twenty. He had a militaristic bearing. The boy who was called Brad told me that he’d been recently reading about cock docking on the net and was bemoaning the fact that he would never be able to experience it. “Why ever not?” I spluttered over my beer. The boy looked at me as if I was some kind of simpleton.

“Because I’m American and the majority of us are circumcised, that’s why not.”

“Well the good news is that you can actually take part in cock docking Brad. It’s called ‘half docking.'”

“How does that work?” he said looking rather puzzled.

“First of all, you need to find a friend who’s uncut.”

“Well where -?”

“Don’t worry Brad, you’ve already found one. Come out to the can and I’ll give you a demo.”
We went and found the rather luxuriously appointed boy’s dunny as we say in Australia. I ushered the American boy into a cubicle and told him to drop his pants. Yes he was certainly cut and he had a pretty awesome eight inches which was already hard. I dropped my own trousers and maneuvered until our cock heads were kissing.

“Now because you’re cut Brad… and I wouldn’t feel badly about it… that’s a beautiful sight! Anyway, because of that you need to be the rocket ship.”

“Rocket ship?”

“Yeah, and just think of me as the space station where you’re trying to dock safely. I open the lips of my fairly generous foreskin like so and you insert your cock head. That’s it! How does that feel?”

“Just great!”

“Fine. Now that I’ve accommodated your head I can make the experience even more exciting…”

With that I started to wank the boy’s head with my skin.

“Aw man, that is terrific. I’m so happy I can take part in cock docking after all.”

With that he shot his warm load into my foreskin and I said, “And that is called a ‘wet docking.'”

  • Kevin Armstrong

 

 

 

 

GLORY BOYS

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Pssst! To all my dear Followers – my new story GLORY BOYS will be available for FREE downloading from Amazon Kindle from the 15th to the 17th of March inclusive. I hope you enjoy reading it,

Kev

Here is an excerpt –

Now other members of the Meatheads came forward to piss on Jamie after the starters had emptied their bladders. The jets sloshed by Geoff Dank were particularly foul. By now Jamie’s clothes were sodden and stinking from the streams of piss. He was awash with the smelly stuff and he felt he would never be clean again.

Just then there was a flurry of arms and legs in the middle of the Meatheads and several of the pissers lost their balance and tumbled to the ground with their cocks still gushing.

Much to his amazement Jamie realized that young Quentin Shenton had erupted out of the forest using the thick branch of a tree as a massive club. There were bleeding Meatheads everywhere and howls of outrage. Quentin helped Jamie get to his feet and he whispered – “Come on bro, we gotta get outta here fast before these knuckleheads come to their senses. I know this secret track…”

Quentin led the way and Jamie sloshed behind him. His movement was retarded because of his sopping clothes.

“Better take those off” chortled Quentin. “We’ve got to go like the wind. Those shits will come after us, that’s for sure.”

Sure enough, as Jamie peeled off his wet shirt and sodden shorts – he wasn’t wearing underpants – he could hear Fatty Compton bellowing “Come on you guys, are we gonna let it get out that we were bashed up by a rotten little poof? We’ll kill the bastards.”

A hoarse cheer roared through the bushland.

Jamie rolled his sodden clothes into a ball and then he was surprised when Quentin took off his own clothes and rolled them up. “This is just so you won’t be embarrassed about being naked Jamie” he laughed. “Hell, we’re both boys aren’t we?”

 

 

 

Asian Boys

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I recently came across a post from a Chinese boy living in Singapore who said that apart from wanking his own cock he hadn’t had any sex. He said that he was about to rectify this by going out and being blown in urinals.

The Chinese boy said that he reckoned that many Asian boys were ashamed of their foreskins. He put this down to the fact that so many guys from a very young age watched American porn and at this impressionable age assumed that cut cocks were cool, aesthetically ideal and ‘the norm.’

To any Asian boys who may read this post may I say – be proud of your foreskin and be very grateful that you still have it,

Yours in  skin,

Kev

 

 

 

 

 

Helmut the Helmet

John and I never wanked together again. We were in different years at school and we didn’t really move in the same circles. One day after my Science period I was surprised when a boy called Helmut asked me if I wanted to walk home with him. In those days before greedy developers over-built our suburb we could virtually walk home through bush tracks. Along the way we might see brumbies (wild horses) or the odd kangaroo. I was surprised when Helmut asked me to walk with him because although we were in the same class we’d barely exchanged two words. I had the impression that he didn’t really like me. He came from a German family and although he looked stern and even angry some of the time, he occasionally broke into a wide, wicked grin. In some circles he was called ‘Helmut the Helmet’ and I thought I could guess at the reason why. He had a reputation for doing a lot of wanking with some of his friends and he didn’t seem to care who knew. I guess that these stories only made the girls (ours was a co-ed school) keener and some of them tried to desperately flirt with him in the corridors and playgrounds. The harder the girls tried the less interested Helmut the Helmet seemed.  Of course as we set out on our walk home through the bush my heart was beating in anticipation. Would I get to see Helmut’s already legendary cock and maybe even hold it in my hand? I cursed under my breath when Tony, a younger boy, chased after us.

“Can I walk home with you blokes?”

“Of course you can m’boy” growled Helmut. Sometimes he could look and sound like an old man, someone around twenty five. He seemed to have the kind of authority you wouldn’t want to argue with and my heart sank. Because Tony was in a year below us at school I felt that Helmut wouldn’t want to do any wanking today. Perhaps I’d been a bit stupid daring to expect it anyway. Probably Helmut had simply wanted some company for the long walk home.

We eventually came to edge of some swampland which for some reason was called “Bitter Pools.” Helmut put down his back pack, opened it and pulled out a white towel. This was the summer term and on Wednesdays we were bussed down to the river for swimming lessons.

“I feel like going for a swim” said Helmut. “What about you guys?”

“Sure!” I said, trying to repress my excitement. I was already pulling my towel out of my school bag. Then it was almost as if my heart skipped a beat. Helmut was pulling his bathers out of his back pack. However he looked at them and then draped them on a bush to dry because they were still damp from the lesson.

“No need for these. We’re all boys together, eh?”

Helmut and I quickly peeled off our shirts and shorts and even although he was only at half-mast I could see why he was called Helmut the Helmet. His cock had the biggest head I’d ever seen. It bulged out through the lips of a thick foreskin.

Now Helmut was looking at the younger boy. “What about you Tony?”

Tony shook his head: “Nah, my mum would be able to tell if I’d taken my clothes off in the bush and then she’d whip me. I’ll just watch you blokes.”

Helmut and I gingerly stepped into the biggest pool. Horse flies were buzzing and brilliant butterflies cascaded through the greenish light of the swamp. Talking about swimming was probably being rather ambitious because the pool was only a few feet deep. Anyway, we splashed around a bit and all too soon we were back on shore feeling refreshed if not altogether very clean because of the muddy water. My cock was fully erect and I didn’t try to conceal it. In fact I was rather proud of it and I thought that Helmut was checking it out. Even young Tony stepped forward so he could have a closer look.

Now Helmut moved towards me and put his still half-mast cock in my hand.

“Feel that. You can pull the skin right over the head, let go and it will slide slowly back.” He looked at me. “You reckon I’ve got too much?”

“What?”

“Skin ya dork!” He laughed and started to pull my cock. Tony was watching avidly.

“No, no!” I stuttered. “It’s just perfect.”

“Well I can hardly go to the barber and ask him to shave a bit off can I?” he laughed.

By now his cock was fully erect and I could have sworn that the head was getting even bigger. It was massive. By now I’d heard that at Army Cadets some of the older boys shoved their cocks up each other’s bums. It was said that it might be OK to do this if there were no girls around. I wondered if Helmut would ever be able to get his huge helmet inside my opening. I shuddered.

By now we were wanking each other enthusiastically. Tony had moved even closer so he could get an eyeful. I could see that he now had a tent like shape jutting out the front of his shorts and I felt sorry for him. But then I was also enjoying the luxury of having such a huge amount of loose, thick skin in my hand. In fact Helmut had become so big that I was now able to use two hands.

Helmut reached out towards the younger boy. “Just take your dick out of your shorts and your mum will never know.” But Tony shook his head and stepped back out of reach.

Helmut and I came almost simultaneously and we squirted our white jets over each other’s cocks.

All through the summer Helmut and I wanked on Wednesdays in the swampland and Tony tagged along to watch. To add variety Helmut and I started to masturbate (I’d just discovered that word in my dad’s dictionary) above and below the surface of the pond. For the first time I came under water and it felt incredible. Although I was still missing Jason I was very proud that I had such a magnificent cock to tug on.

At last autumn fell but we were still wanking on most Wednesdays. However one week I was walking home along the bushtrack without Helmut, but young Tony was still tagging along. Helmut had been away from school for a few days and his mum had sent in a note to say he had asthma. One of the bullies put it about that he was actually suffering from chronic wanking.

Anyway, on this Wednesday in autumn it was still stifling hot so I decided to cool down at Bitter Pools anyway. I took my clothes off and stepped into the gloriously cool water. This place had a bad reputation. It was said that huge leeches would attach themselves to your legs and drain all of the blood out of you. Well we never had any trouble. Maybe the leeches were not attracted by the flavour of our particular blood types. After I’d sloshed about a bit I stepped out of the pool. Even although Helmut was absent I still had a raging hard on and I noticed that Tony couldn’t take his eyes off it. I was drying myself with my towel when the boy moved towards me. He took my cock in his hand and started to wank it. He was pretty expert and had obviously learned a great deal from watching Helmut. I was astonished… it felt so sexy, so exciting, me standing naked in the bush being pulled off by a boy dressed in his school uniform complete with tie! I would have to recommend it to Helmut. When my head started to bulge and I felt the intense pressure building I turned slightly so that my cock was pointing away from the boy. If he’d gone home with his uniform splashed with cum his mother would have had a heart attack.

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From BURMESE BOY: A Gay Sex Odyssey by Kevin Armstrong

 

 

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.