FREE BOOK: My Gay Roomie

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“And I’m… uh…”

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

“Um… I’m Scott, Scott Sterling.”

“You sure about that?”

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

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

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

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

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

By now my blood was really starting to boil.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Well, sometimes…”

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

“Look I ‘m not sure if I –“

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

“Gay most of the time.”

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

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

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

 

 

 

Gay Florence

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

 

GAY BRILLIANCE: The Boy Next Door

Book Two of my new Gay Brilliance series ‘The Boy Next Door’ has just been published on Amazon Kindle.

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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Excerpt:

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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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.

 

 

 

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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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