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.johnfaitken-72dpi-1500x2000 (19)

 

 

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FREEBOOK: Sleepover Boy

Hi to my dear followers,

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

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

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

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FREE BOOK: My Gay Roomie

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“And I’m… uh…”

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

“Um… I’m Scott, Scott Sterling.”

“You sure about that?”

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

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

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

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

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

By now my blood was really starting to boil.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Well, sometimes…”

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

“Look I ‘m not sure if I –“

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

“Gay most of the time.”

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

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

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