FREE BOOK: The Lost Boyfriend

My book The Lost Boyfriend will be available for free downloading from Amazon.com from 25th of June until 27th of June. Here is an excerpt from the opening –

At long last young Jody Benson felt he was on his way to becoming a creative, investigative journalist. Hell, he’d just had a unique experience hadn’t he? In the drag queens’ dressing room at Connections gay club he’d just been inducted into one of the mysteries of drag. He’d assisted his new young drag queen friend Shane to get ready for a performance of Drag, the smash hit show which was currently showing at the club.

In order to do this Shane had inducted Jody into the mysteries of ‘Tuck and Tape.’ Jody had then carefully shaved the boy’s pubes, balls and around his boy hole. Shane had then shown Jody how his testes could be fitted into something called the inguinal canal. The boy had then demonstrated how everything was firmly taped up in the arse crack.

The young queen and Jody had obviously ‘clicked’ with each other during the procedure because whilst the student journalist had been handling his cock and balls, Shane had cracked a hard-on. Jody then had the task of dealing with the stiff cock by wanking it vigorously and then going down on it to collect the jets of hot cum in his mouth. During this part of what was supposed to be a ‘clinical’ procedure, a mysterious figure had appeared in the doorway of the dressing room. Jody thought that it might have been one of the other drag queens but Shane, who had been facing the doorway whilst shooting his load, had assured him this was not the case. No, the figure in the doorway had been an incredibly beautiful boy who’d moved with the grace of a dancer. When he was told this Jody felt cold shivers running up and down his spine. Could the elusive ‘dancer’ have been Alex his roomie from Mitchell College at the university? But how could that be he wondered? Surely young Alex would be off rehearsing with his beloved Borovansky Ballet Company? Or perhaps he would be getting ready for a performance at the Princess Theatre. Early that morning at Mitchell College Jody had suggested to his roomie that he might like to accompany him to Connections where he was going to find out how drag queens managed to conceal their boyish bulges when they were getting ready for shows. Alex had indicated that he wasn’t at all interested, he had urgent ballet rehearsals to go to. Had the boy changed his mind and followed him to the club Jody wondered? And then had he become upset when he’d witnessed Shane the sexy young queen pumping his cum into Jody’s mouth? But why would he be disturbed by that Jody wondered? They weren’t exactly boyfriends. Hell, there was no way Jody would have a boyfriend in any case. He was straight wasn’t he? But then he had to wonder – if he was so straight why did he have the metallic taste of Shane’s cum in his mouth? Life could be so complicated

Always Together

 

My new story, Always Together, from the GAY DIMENSIONS series will be available for FREE DOWNLOADING on 5th and 6th of December from Amazon Kindle. Here is an excerpt.

1: Shanghai

Cheng had been drifting in and out of a dream for half the night. His Australian friend Basil moved in and out of his consciousness. Where was he now Cheng wondered? Had they been boyfriends? Even lovers? Well they’d certainly had sex, lots of sex. It had happened so naturally whilst they were working on the dangerous television documentary series about the human organ harvesting racket in China. The series that had led to Cheng being imprisoned in a dismal cell-like hospital room in the city of Shanghai.

Basil had a slight build, rather like a ballet dancer, his hair was a light brunette shade and his eyes, which could look brooding at times, were a darker brown.

For whatever reason Cheng had always preferred having sex with Caucasian boys and when they eventually got round to talking about sex, Basil had expressed surprise at this because he considered that Chinese boys had the cutest cocks on the planet.

The sex they’d shared was thrilling and ecstatic and Cheng thought that it was probably fuelled by the adrenaline caused by their work on the organ harvesting documentaries. Adrenaline caused by the danger they faced. If their secret project was discovered they both knew that they would be ‘donating’ their own vital organs.

 

Basil had first travelled to Shanghai with a contingent from Crown Media which was one of Australia’s leading broadcasting organisations. As well as television and radio stations the conglomerate had newspapers, magazines and a cinema chain. Crown Media was involved with the Chinese organisation Cheng worked for, Pearl Oriental Television. They were working on a series of co-productions that were costing more than a hundred million dollars.

Cheng had joined Pearl Oriental whilst still in his late teens and had quickly built a reputation in producing, writing and directing prize-winning television series. He’d quickly become Pearl’s golden boy. When filming a series he often went off at eccentric tangents but in the end he was always able to bring all of the elements of a programme together to create a dynamic effect. His productions were unique and were praised around China and the rest of Asia for their astounding insights and depth. ‘How the mighty have fallen’ was a phrase Cheng remembered reading in a British history book.

Because Cheng was working on documentaries for the television market and Basil from Australia was working on the creation of apps and the design of web sites and games to accompany them as well as special effects and animation software, it was inevitable that the two young men would work together. And just as inevitable that they would start to go out together, to bars and restaurants and visiting Shanghai’s gay saunas and having sex.

For his first few days working in Shanghai Basil had convinced himself that the young Chinese director he’d been assigned to was straight – which was a great pity Basil considered. The boy had wonderful golden skin that simply seemed to glow with good health. Unusually for a Chinese lad he had sparkling green eyes and Basil thought he must have inherited some genes from the deserts of northern Asia.

Actually on the flight from Sydney Basil had tried to tell himself that whilst in China he would forget all about sex. After all, although he would have to admit to himself that he was an outrageous slut, he had his steady boyfriend back in Australia. Oliver was a lawyer. He was a couple of years older than Basil and although he seemed to enjoy listening to Basil’s stories about having sex in the past at school and fucking ballet boys in the park after dance classes, he was insistent that their relationship would be monogamous. Besides, Basil knew nothing about the gay scene in China. Did anal sex carry the death penalty, the same as dealing in drugs?

And so it was that Basil was quite surprised when after work one day at Pearl Oriental Cheng invited him to go one of Shanghai’s gay saunas. Eventually Basil discovered that homosexuality had fairly recently been taken off China’s “mental illness” register and that for many boys and young men having sex together was almost as natural as breathing.

After Cheng and Basil had undressed in the locker room at the Mong Ling sauna on their first visit together, the Chinese boy had shown a great interest in Basil’s foreskin. He was surprised to say the least. He told his new Australian friend that it was received wisdom in Shanghai’s gay circles that most Aussie boys were cut.

Basil had laughed and said, “Well I’m afraid that information is a bit out of date Cheng. That would have been the case maybe in the forties and the fifties – but since that time Australia has had great waves of immigration. People from Europe, Vietnam, China… I recently saw this article on the net estimating that nowadays only about fifteen percent of boys in Australia have circumcised cocks.”

“Anyway, I am pleased that you are uncut” Cheng had told Basil… “with such thick lips” he said, laughing. After that the Chinese boy had played with Basil’s cock as if it was second nature to him.

Eventually Basil admitted to Cheng that he was addicted to Chinese cum. At first the Chinese boy was a little shocked and then he suggested that his new friend might be joking.

“Not at all” Basil had laughed. “It all started at my high school. There was this Chinese boy called Kang who had migrated with his family from Hong Kong. We used to wank together in the bush behind the sports oval. Then one afternoon he told me he wanted to squirt his load into my mouth. That was my first taste and I’ve been a sucker for Chinese juice ever since. ‘Sucker’ – you get my joke?”

“You mean to say there is a difference in taste?” laughed Cheng.

“Sure! It’s sweeter than the cum you get from Aussie boys or Europeans… and there is something indescribably exotic about the taste. ‘Redolent of the perfumes wafting across the South China Sea’ as Joseph Conrad would have said. But haven’t you noticed the difference yourself Cheng?”

“I wouldn’t know” said the Chinese boy rather ruefully. “I’ve mostly only ever blown Caucasian boys. Some Australians, lots of Americans, a few English, one German boy who had such a thick foreskin I could hardly find the head.”

“You’ve never sucked a Chinese boy?” said Basil incredulously.

“Oh yes, but I must tell you I’ve never noticed the difference. Not a lot of Chinese boys mind you because I had this beautiful lover, this boyfriend called Chang who worked with me.”

“And are you still -?”

Cheng shook his head and there were tears in his eyes so Basil thought it best to avoid the subject of the boyfriend.

“Well that’s my theory about oriental spunk and I’m sticking to it” said Basil.

“So you have no trouble finding Chinese boys in Australia?”

“Not at all Cheng. There’s this gay sauna called Steamworks not far from where I live. It’s right on the edge of China Town and there are two universities and a technical college close by. So of course Steamworks gets a lot of Chinese students. I reckon not all of them are gay – but I think some of the straight Asian boys would find it a lot cheaper getting their rocks off in the sauna than going out with girls. Anyway, during my final school and university years Steamworks became a kind of paradise for me. I reckon I could always tell if it was a Chinese cock coming through the glory hole. And you know what? From the taste of his cum I can tell whether the boy is from Hong Kong, Shanghai or the northern regions.”

Of course Cheng considered there might have been an element of fantasy in Basil’s account of his addiction but then he thought he might have to change his mind after the first time Basil skilfully and powerfully blew him in the sauna.

“Absolutely delicious” laughed Basil. “I tell you what Cheng, I’m going to keep those balls of yours drained as long as I’m in Shanghai.”

At first Cheng and Basil worked on series episodes that were on the co-production slate. Then one evening whilst they were eating in a restaurant called the Pink Duck, Cheng had become somewhat emotional which was quite unlike him Basil thought. Reaching across the table, Cheng had taken hold of the Australian boy’s hand and said: “You know, even although we have only known each other for a very short time I feel I can trust you – just as if I had a brother.”

At first Basil didn’t really know whether Cheng was alluding to their work or their blossoming sexual relationship. But then later on in the evening they had gone to drink rice wine in a small bar around the corner from the restaurant. It was here that Basil first heard about the human organ harvesting industry that operated throughout China. Cheng had told him that members of the Falun Gong sect were routinely abducted and taken to hospitals where their eye corneas, hearts, livers or kidneys would be cut out of them whilst they were still alive. They were given no anaesthetic, just blood thinners and muscle relaxant. It was thought that the organs would be much fresher and healthier if they were taken from the bodies of the victims whilst they were still alive.

At first the Falun Gong sect had been encouraged by the Chinese authorities. But after it became the fastest growing organisation in the world the Communist Party changed its attitude and so the harvesting began.

Murderers and other criminals condemned to death were also made to give up their vital organs but there weren’t nearly enough of these to satisfy the demand from wealthy Chinese or ‘organ tourists’ from around the world. Apart from that, condemned criminals often had diseased vital organs that were unsuitable for transplanting.

Falun Gong members believed in such Buddhist principals as tolerance and truthfulness. They also believed in healthy diets and abstention from cigarettes and alcohol; they were also enthusiastic about exercise regimes and this made their vital organs even more desirable.

At first Basil had been incredulous; how could this be happening? And then he laughed – surely this was a fantastic story outline that Cheng had put together for some horror movie he was going to produce?

Cheng had snorted and then taken a gulp of his rice wine. “Basil my friend, let me ask you a simple question. If you were in Australia and the doctors decided you needed a heart transplant how long would it take?”

“Well as far as I know, we have a pretty advanced organ donor system. But you know, the organs are only taken after the patient has died – maybe in a car smash or something like that. How long would it take to get a new heart? Well several months or a year maybe. But then perhaps it might take longer than that to find a matching heart so in some cases, unfortunately, the patient dies.”

“Are you aware that if you were in the market for a new heart here in Shanghai you could have the operation within ten days? If you had the money to pay for it of course. I believe there are about a thousand transplants carried out a month in this city alone.”

“But that’s incredible!”

Cheng pulled out his smart phone and showed Basil a web site – it belonged to the Shanghai State Infirmary and it offered new kidneys, hearts or livers within a week. Two weeks for eye corneas.

After he’d ordered some more wine Cheng then outlined his plan – he wanted to make a television series which would expose and hopefully destroy the organ harvesting racket.

Basil admitted to being awe-struck; how could such a series be made? And working on it would certainly be very dangerous. Whether it was government figures or criminals behind the ghastly trade, there could be fatal circumstances if what they were up to was discovered. They could be in danger of having to ‘donate’ their own organs. And really, what did it have to do with him? He was just a young guy from Australia working on harmless television co-productions.

And yet, and yet… Basil had to admire the passion that was seething within his new friend Cheng. He also had to admit that the proposal had an epic audacity. My God, if such an expose could be produced, you had to think of the Falun Gong lives that would be saved. Hundreds of thousands of them maybe.

FREE BOOK: The Lost Boyfriend

To my Dear Followers,

The second book in my Gay Performance series The Lost Boyfriend will be available for free downloading from Amazon Kindle on Thursday the 28th of June and Friday the 29th.

Here is an excerpt –

At long last young Jody Benson felt he was on his way to becoming a creative, investigative journalist. Hell, he’d just had a unique experience hadn’t he? In the drag queens’ dressing room at Connections gay club he’d just been inducted into one of the mysteries of drag. He’d assisted his new young drag queen friend Shane to get ready for a performance of Drag, the smash hit show which was currently showing at the club.

In order to do this Shane had inducted Jody into the mysteries of ‘Tuck and Tape.’ Jody had then carefully shaved the boy’s pubes, balls and around his boy hole. Shane had then shown Jody how his testes could be fitted into something called the inguinal canal. The boy had then demonstrated how everything was firmly taped up in the arse crack.

The young queen and Jody had obviously ‘clicked’ with each other during the procedure because whilst the student journalist had been handling his cock and balls, Shane had cracked a hard-on. Jody then had the task of dealing with the stiff cock by wanking it vigorously and then going down on it to collect the jets of hot cum in his mouth. During this part of what was supposed to be a ‘clinical’ procedure, a mysterious figure had appeared in the doorway of the dressing room. Jody thought that it might have been one of the other drag queens but Shane, who had been facing the doorway whilst shooting his load, had assured him this was not the case. No, the figure in the doorway had been an incredibly beautiful boy who’d moved with the grace of a dancer. When he was told this Jody felt cold shivers running up and down his spine. Could the elusive ‘dancer’ have been Alex his roomie from Mitchell College at the university? But how could that be he wondered? Surely young Alex would be off rehearsing with his beloved Borovansky Ballet Company? Or perhaps he would be getting ready for a performance at the Princess Theatre. Early that morning at Mitchell College Jody had suggested to his roomie that he might like to accompany him to Connections where he was going to find out how drag queens managed to conceal their boyish bulges when they were getting ready for shows. Alex had indicated that he wasn’t at all interested, he had urgent ballet rehearsals to go to.

Had the boy changed his mind and followed him to the club Jody wondered? And then had he become upset when he’d witnessed Shane the sexy young queen pumping his cum into Jody’s mouth? But why would he be disturbed by that Jody wondered? They weren’t exactly boyfriends. Hell, there was no way Jody would have a boyfriend in any case. He was straight wasn’t he? But then he had to wonder – if he was so straight why did he have the metallic taste of Shane’s cum in his mouth? Life could be so complicated.

 

 

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.”

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

BRILLIANT BOYS: Jody and Michel

To my Dear Followers,
My book BRILLIANT BOYS: Jody and Michel will be available for free downloading from Amazon Kindle from the 9^th of October until the 11^th. Here is an excerpt. I hope you enjoy reading it,

Kev

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If I do go to university in a year or two I may move into student accommodation. I was given an e-reader by the folks last Christmas and of course I’ve down loaded a lot of gay stories. Sometimes you can get them for free or borrow them. Even if you have to pay for them there are heaps of great stories that would cost you less than a cup of coffee. I’ve noticed that out there in the ether there are probably thousands of stories about gay boys attending American colleges. It seems to be a real fashion at the moment. Well many of these guys live in residential colleges and, of course, each one of them has a roommate. Or a “roomie” as they often say in the States. Well, it doesn’t matter if both boys are gay or if one of them is a screaming little twink and the other is a jock – or maybe they are both straight, you know that by the end of the story they’ll be fucking each other. I even read one story about how a college boy is given some sort of horrendous drug by a girl at a party and when he wakes up his cock has been replaced by a wet cunt. Of course his straight mates spend the rest of the story fucking his new pussy. The more I read these tales about tails the more I’m tempted to move into student accommodation when the time comes.

Now I don’t want you to think that I don’t have a boyfriend because I do. His name is Michel and he lives on his own in a squalid little room in a boarding house at Kings Cross. I adore the name ‘Michel’, it’s much sexier than our own “Michael’ which always conjures up an image for me of a boy with pimples and horn-rimmed glasses.

Michel is from the French speaking part of Belgium and he’s a poet. He’s very beautiful, with luminous green eyes, a nicely ragged blond haircut and a complexion you could die for. I think it was his beauty as well as his poetry that helped him get a double spread feature in The Australian. The publicity got him requests to do poetry readings around the town and just the other week I went to see him perform at the Wayside Chapel which is situated in Kings Cross. I could see there were lots of girls in the audience swooning over him and a couple of boys were a bit hot and bothered as well.

Michel is a kind of a refugee… he’s very bright and this would have helped him get chosen for the immigration programme although he probably didn’t let on to the officials that he wanted to be a poet.

Not long after we first met over coffee at the Wayside Chapel he told me he was straight – he probably told me that because he’d tumbled to my sexual orientation. Well most of the time you don’t have to be a Nobel Prize Laureate to work that out. But then I started to wonder about Michel when he told me that he had to have his cock and balls examined as part of the immigration process. He also told me that it was a requirement for acceptance into the programme that boys and young men had to be cut. Now this puzzled me somewhat because I knew that, although many boys are circumcised in Australia, others are intact. In fact from my own experience I would have said that a clear majority these days are uncut. However an academic researcher would probably say that my ‘sample’ was not big enough for me to make an accurate judgement. I could wish! Hah! I once shocked a friend of mine by telling him after I’d had a few too many drinks at a party that I had a target: I wanted to suck a thousand cocks off before my twenty fifth birthday. The other reason that I was slightly surprised by Michel’s revelation about his cock was that I had assumed that most Euro boys were uncut. Certainly just about all the British boys I’d been with were intact. Of course Muslim guys from Europe are another matter.

Michel was obviously very proud of his cock. He was pleased that his parents had had him cut not long after he was born otherwise he would have needed to have it done before embarking for the Land Down Under. He imagined that it could have been a fairly traumatic experience for a nineteen year old. Michel told me that his cock head was very smooth and you couldn’t really see any veins on the shaft. I was tempted to ask him to give me a look but then I remembered that we were in the coffee shop at the Wayside Chapel and it wouldn’t have seemed appropriate somehow. However my heart skipped a beat when Michel invited me back to his room.

I’ve always loved Kings Cross. Of course it’s the sinful heart of Sydney and these days you have to look out for yourself. A friend of mine was recently mugged by an out of it guy in broad daylight who threatened to inject him with AIDS if he didn’t hand over his money. The boisterous bars are always buzzing and the night clubs roar on far into the night. There’s a gentler side to the Cross as well. Older people will tell you that in the nineteen fifties it was like a quaint bohemian village with bearded philosophers and artists playing chess in the cafes. Even today there are artists who offer their work on the sidewalks.

As you weave your way through the congested, blaring streets, every now and then visions will open up before your eyes of the great city business towers in the distance, the multi-sailed opera house or sparkling vistas of the harbour. And of course – looming over everything, the Sydney Harbour Bridge. As we threaded our way through the Cross we passed groups of hookers; these were the more desperate ones who offer their wares in broad daylight. Most of them knew me by sight and had probably given up on me but as we trundled along one or two of them gave Michel their pitch. He didn’t even look at them and it crossed my mind to wonder why this gorgeous creature didn’t have a girlfriend.

FREE BOOK: My Gay Roomie

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.

 

 

 

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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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Damien feels that his life is starting to fall apart when Silas, the owner and manager of Blue Boys, decides that all the boys who are in the drag show should start to sell sexual favours to wealthy clients.

Damien is astonished when Brad, the boy next door, asks him to give him an honest assessment of his cock and balls. The boy suffers from erectile dysfunction and may also be suffering from a castration complex caused by his upbringing by fanatically religious parents.

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Relationships? Did he say ‘relationships?’ My heart skipped a beat. Had this gorgeous boy thought of me, no matter how briefly, in terms of a relationship?

I gently pushed his foreskin back as far as it would go and murmured, “Well you don’t seem to be suffering from erectile problems now” I said as I reached down and with my other hand gave my own cock a couple of tugs. “Neither am I if it comes to that. What would you like to do? You want me to blow you? Whack you off? Some more docking?”

“No, no Damien… maybe later on but right now I have to explain – Remember before, in my place, when I was telling you about my new novel?”

“Yeah, it’s all about this young guy from Vienna who goes on a journey to check out the classical ruins of Ancient Greece.”

“And ends up getting more than he bargained for” murmured Brad. “Well while I was doing some research after the docking I came across this incredible story about Ancient Greece. It was about this army of soldiers called The Sacred Band of Thebes.”

The boy’s face was glowing and I knew I was listening to a born story teller. I was even able to forget for a moment that I was standing there with a hard, pulsing cock.

“This band of soldiers was formed by a Theban general called Epaminondas. He had a boyfriend called Pelopidus who was also a general. Now both the cities of Thebes and Athens were under attack by the Spartans who were reputed to be the greatest soldiers in the world. Their forces also greatly outnumbered the Thebans and the Athenians. But then Epaminondas came up with a revolutionary military strategy. He would form an army of young gay soldiers.”

“You’re kidding me!” I spluttered.

“Certainly not Damien. I can show you my sources if you like. Of course in my novel I’m using poetic license and I’ve got this scene where the general and his boyfriend are in a kind of recruiting centre, checking out the cocks and balls of all these young guys as well as their armour and spears.”

“Good work if you can get it” I laughed.

“Eventually they recruited three hundred of the sturdiest and most beautiful boys and young men in Thebes.”

“And they were all gay?”

“Of course” said Brad. “And it was essential that each recruit already had a boyfriend. So you could say that it was an army of a hundred and fifty gay couples. The older guy would have been in his mid-twenties. The younger was called the eromenos which in English means ‘beloved boy.’ He would have been in his late teens, certainly not older than twenty. After they were recruited the couples were taken to the tomb of Iolau who had been the boyfriend of Hercules.”

“You mean Hercules was gay?”

“Of course.”

“Well that’s something we weren’t taught in school” I laughed.

“At the tomb the guys would swear eternal loyalty to each other and to the Band of Thebes. That’s why they became to be known as ‘sacred.’ Of course when they were in the battle field each boy was fighting not for his own life but for that of his lover’s.”

“That is so beautiful” I breathed.

“Because of that they were just about invincible. The Thebans believed that the combination of male beauty and bravery combined with beautiful thoughts in the mind could give them these flashes, momentary views of the afterlife. The Theban boys also believed it was better to die honourably in the field rather than live with a disgraceful reputation. No boy in the heat of battle was going to let down his lover. Their first big victory came in 375 BC at the Battle of Tegyra. The Theban Band – and let’s remember that they only numbered three hundred – were vastly outnumbered by an approaching Spartan army.

“One of the Theban lads said to General Pelopidus ‘We’ve fallen into our enemy’s hands!’

“But the general said, ‘Why don’t we say that they have fallen into our hands?’

“With that the Pelopidus led the Sacred Band straight at the Spartans. Amazed by this seemingly reckless action, the Spartans in their confusion parted, thinking that the Thebans would simply charge through their lines and escape. But no, they turned on their enemies and ploughed through them, cutting off their heads and killing their leaders. The Spartans turned and ran. It was the first time a Spartan army had ever been defeated.”

Whilst Brad was telling the story he moved about the room actually seeming to become those brave Theban boys. I was stunned; a shy, rather diffident boy had become a whole gallery of Theban military lovers in their fiercest moments of glory.

“The Sacred Band of Thebes won battle after battle and over forty years they became the most respected army in the world” said Brad. “Fathers in Thebes lived in hope that their sons might be recruited into the Sacred Band. In communities around Ancient Greece where homosexuality had been frowned upon, it became a virtue. For a boy to have a male lover was thought to be the epitome of manliness. Eventually, around Greece, any young man who didn’t have a boyfriend was thought to be lacking in character.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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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 close 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.