Winter's harvest includes Afzal & Amy's horizontal antics in more than one anatomical spot, hot-to-trot information being passed during breakfasts in Chicago & Treydon, Young Edwin and Dalton touching on religion & the recent hoopla in Cleveland, Shan & Jesse getting snowed in - relationships all, emerge poised for more action.
The couple, Edwin & Dalton, abetted by roommate Azfal, welcome from world travels art collector Duane & his mate, exotic Hassan. Museum friends are drawn into plans for an unusual business venture (erotic equipment) tied to distant Malaysia.
Young Edwin Owen (18) goes to Cleveland, stuns local art folk, and engages in mind-blowing bouts of sex with reporter Nick Charleston (mid-20s). An art switcheroo results in bounding social triumph. Thus, my NEW STORY moves forward toward ever-expanding opportunities for the preternaturally gifted 'hero' in public & in private.
18 years olds intimately involved with a senior citizen of eighty years & circles of gay & straight friends some of whom may remind you of certain desires - or not. Here, you meet them all, discover their situations, witness their copings, & celebrate their successes. This installment starts with a history lesson which may stir a reader's imagination.
Our School's English class enjoys a special reputation, thanks to my honed methods of inspiration. Things always had moved along smoothly until the arrival of a new transfer student. He threw me for several loops. In the end, where all the fine lads at Gomorrah Junior High get it, Earnest helped us achieve uncommon public success. Suggestion: Take your heart medication before reading.
Mr. Barr supports his family by tutoring needy boys. Academic achievement means what it does in most communities, so his success rate speaks for itself and business is good. This work, while dutiful, is also pleasurable, nets sure-fire results, and occasional bonuses. Could what Mr. Barr does for his tutees be applied usefully elsewhere? Read the story. See what you think.
Neglected by writers in most stories here, our anatomy's stand-out feature is its role as a player in mouths and butts - but seldom the focal point for attention in its own right. Here, in two ravishing - yeah! - verses is some flag waving on behalf of DICK. May you be, if not edified, entertained for as much as a minute or so - and made to think of showing yours some TLC.
It's back to the classroom & to assignments we might wish were given when we were school kids. The concerned teacher checks each of three principal students carefully before assigning them to work jointly in teams that turn up the steam. Adjudication of the closest sort prompts some losses of bodily fluids - to everyone's educational benefit. The end's positively Shakespearean.
Sixty+ short claims on wisdom, often naughty in nature - rated "G" and "X" and "XX" and even "XXX."
Savor at risk of thinking of misbehaviors. Just don't blame the author.
On the road, slender young guy meets harmless big hunk. They hunker down - and up and - well, you think you know where that's leading. Only, you don't. Someone else enters their closed-circuit world - and opens them up to the wider world of ... now you've guessed it ... porn! Sexy fun, you may discover, lies a click away.
Picaresque Josh, having absented himself from a questioned situation with a biology teacher, blithely tackles challenges in a gloomy section of Chicago, one involving an unbalanced Russian of evil intent and ever-present lusts for young fellows. How Josh's powerful ass may be called into play is the focus of this, the second stopping point in his newly peripatetic life. Expect some adventure. Yeah
My pleasure is to introduce you to a new, sympathetically roguish, thus (tongue-in-cheek) appealing character Josh. He lives, picaresquely, by his wits and his comely butt – leaving chaos in his delighted wake. A natural phenomenon, Josh looks younger than his biological age. He plays that for all he can, then moves on.
Two smart, young brothers encounter a life-changing sexual situation, ultimately to be led into contact with a pair of younger twins who are under surprising control & with a group of ass-savy Afghans (!), the lot brought together in a location of unimaginable congeniality. Caveat: more than usual explicitness awaits. Feel free to pause if there's more than you can safely take in.
Fathers with sons of a certain age count on the Generation Gap Group Home & upon the programs of its movie-star-good-looking instructor Clarkson Kent. You will meet young Petey & Sam, their Dads, Mr. Kent & other figures who inhabit a community in which many of you might wish to live. Sexy situations evolve quickly, ultimately to be resolved as romances uncommon in intensity. Curious? Read ahead!
A concerned, single mother, wanting her son to be updated to local standards, engages his idol, gorgeous sports star Brad Pittman. Brad has one day to accomplish what usually in that town takes longer. He rises to the task with surprising results as year-younger Troy Donahoe responds.
Letters, telephone calls, & a first-person account appear in this sex-plotted tail-tale in response to an ideal: LET ME ENTERTAIN YOU! Readers who have enjoyed my earlier stories such as FERTILE VALLEY, ASS HOUSE, ROOMMATES, & the hugely popular A CARING DAD may find their way along this one's "path" to pleasure.
PG-13? Rated R? Should any non-political thing be restricted these days? Persons younger than I know How the World Turns (not the TV soap-thing), so they can’t be harmed by exposure to the joys of good, clean fun (with characters and situations) in stories as pure as the driven snow. OK, there will be a few clichés here and there. Get a grip. Be fearless. Plunge ahead.
For your eyes from my imagination - story plotted entirely around sex. Or, I should say, sex is the plot. Not all types. Just one, one my readers seem to appreciate: FUCKING. My 77th story - it surely is not my last. Especially if it draws enthusiastic readership. A hint or two of romance does not adulterate the purpose, but enhances the chances for entertainment. You be the judge.
Characters whom you can name, whose ages you can imagine, discover each other in circumstances for your imagination - and engage in intimacies of progressive, if tersely evoked joy.
A beautiful pageant of unconscious imagination, this fairy-tale-like story has a curious history behind its origin during two hours after midnight several years ago. Nothing remotely similar has ever come from me, nor likely will in the future. I've pondered whether ever to post it, fearing there's no context beyond the truth of its Preface. Read here to enter a delicate world.
Innocent & gullible, a university freshman is thrust into a situation in which much education occurs prior to his setting foot in a classroom. Fast-paced, astonishing standards relentlessly broaden, strengthen, & enable him. This story has been on my mind a long while. Only now, after having enjoyed loyal readership from hundreds, occasionally several thousands, have I been motivated to write it.
Fucking's on tap here - lots - in a new story about old friends and young bottoms. Recommended for prudes who need to be unlaced and for anal-ists who understand conquest's role in satisfying physical and emotional needs.
Upon drowning in a photographic whirlpool of young Russian dancers, the vision of one, almost a fairy in delicate proportion, caused me to draw fresh breaths and to resuscitate myself via rhyme. A short poem, then, to evoke sweet images...
With this short, short story, I boldly elbow aside the absurdists Beckett, Ionesco, Genet, and Pinter – in a good, sexy cause. And why not? Sex has so many purposes and there are so many needs. A friend – a good friend – chary of my use of alliteration warned that it might hinder the presentation of a sexual sequence, so…
"Girls are not on offer," his Papa said, "but if you want to try screwing, I'll get you a safe guy."
Would a practical-minded teen think twice about that proposition?
Find out here.
What if? - That pregnant question has sent my imagination back about 500 years to conjure a tale of secular religious orders so wildly sexual that its like cannot have been written before - at least to my knowledge. Action's in a decrepit castle where almost anything goes - and does - as lackadaisical Count & Countess are drawn into vortices of passions sanctified by tradition - and love it!
A friend's challenge prompted this tongue-in-cheek remedy for sagging age-different top/bottom relations. My usually clouded mind suddenly cleared. It spilled from fingers to computer in a single evening! Such was the fun of imagining a device - readily available - to facilitate closeness that I took pleasure in using old-fashioned teacherly language and format. May you enjoy both.
You readers' attention to the first half of this teen-driven story has boosted my imagination tremendously. Completing it with you in mind has been a ten-day pleasure. Ully not only really gets "it" here (and there, where you expect), he gets into it - sex, that is - totally. Curious? Great! Caveat: Prim-and-proper prudes should pursue pleasure's positives elsewhere.
Sent by his mom to clean out her deceased uncle's cabin, a disgruntled, directionless teen confronts realities that, in a night and a day, alter his attitude cum-after-cum in breathtaking fashion. Then...
A free-verse poem about fucking might not be quite well-placed at The New Yorker, so it occurred to me: Why not situate it where well-disposed readers are, on gaydemon.com? If read aloud in a sing-song way, you'll perhaps discover its phrases have pelvic-like thrusts to their rhythm. Or not. It's just for fun. 'Tis the season.
Neither has a name. Each speaks from within of himself and of their brand of sex. One page apiece and - BANG! BANG! - it's over. Conclude whatever the fuck you can.
Emotionally down-and-out sophomore Arthur Goodfellow is far from innocent, yet he has never met the like of Prof. Karlheinz Kuper. Nor have you, the unsuspecting reader, or have you? How does you ass feel? For start-and-pause reading ease, the story is divided into six manageable sections.
I needed a smile, so wrote these exchanges to bring one (or two) to my face. If you might need one today, see whether these three micro-stories may help. Lightweight fun for troubled times...