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...
Travel sometimes allows unusual, perhaps unlikely, trysts to occur. For your possible interest and pleasure, here is one such account. To be able to share it here is a personal satisfaction. I have seen fresh flowers on altars in remote places - which I took to mean that some of the old Mayan magic resides in ancient stones and can affect those capable still of responding to its power.
Riffing Greek mythology is fun - between bouts of dishing out heavy-duty sex stories such as my recent "Donny & Clyde." Come along, if you'd like a break, too, from the hot stuff, for this bit of imaginative rehabbing of ancient times' lusty gods, goddesses, and monsters. Warning: There will be horticultural items mentioned explicitly!
Jimmy, abetted by Will's diabolically-intent friends, hosts unsuspecting author Clyde Victor for a life-changing encounter. Clyde is tricked into first-time sexual acts in order to get the reward of the teen's alluring backside, then is lured into a justly deserved trap - which saps him dramatically. Witnesses document the occasion such that the evidence leads to surprise resolutions at the end.
Jimmy and his implacable teacher Will Dawson experience "togetherness" (after extensive, ever-hotter preparations!) in two mind-blowing scenes. The plot against Clyde is hatched by Will's friends before Jimmy heads off to spend the night with Gene.
A seasoned teenage hustler, Donny, provides highly satisfactory services to a middle aged client (Clyde) who turns on him and attempts to implicate the boy wrongly in a fake publicity stunt. Donny's men friends assert themselves with an wildly erotic plot involving Donny's sex-bomb-waiting-to-explode younger brother, a quick study and great lay. Sexual power animates this story's every page.
An extended romp with Greek mythology's hot-loined heroes and deities. Epic Lit was never like this in classrooms (more's the pity). This "recovered document" shows how grand characters were impulsive, roiled & rampaged gustily as they sought what they wanted, challenged what stood in their way free of cramped verse translations. Feel a little daring? Ride this cultural roller-coaster.
Two friends discuss the one's profession as a pleasure boy in old Russia. Ossip wants to be understood for his worth, so cites as example his intimacies with a famous composer and their impact. In its way, the story's candidly charming. The circumstances, based on indisputable facts, are treated to my skewed(?) imagination's flights of fancy - for your possible interest and pleasure.
For sexually-informed levity in our odd times, I'm spoofing here classic characters from Homeric mythology - two ancient brothers who have emotional hang-ups over younger lad-butts. All in pretentious, cultural fun - I hope - for readers whose curiosity may be pricked.
A mysterious story of mine, "Tanet," fostered controversy which, in turn, provided fodder for the snarly, well-meant, back-and-forth of three old, bitchy friends in a bar, attended by a cute young thing in a waiter's uniform - who hasn't a clue. Breezy fun, then, whether you've read "Tanet" or not - because it's complete in itself and full of references (wouldn't you know) to manly sex.
Imagine the discovery of a mysteriously difficult-to-decipher manuscript concerning an age-old ritual of renewal and its re-enactment through oral & anal sex at their most poetic. Enigmas lurk throughout the soft-focus of this curiously sensual tale, my strangest ever. May it offer you the satisfaction it has to me...
Imagine the happenstance of a tree-lined, single block of houses in which live horny fellows (who otherwise might never have come into intimate contact) with anal proclivities that boggle their own youthful minds. Actions declare themselves when cocks arise (as do suspicions, including fearful) and orifices open. All this and more: only a click away ~ !
Japan's chapter of the secretive H.U. imports pianists Michael, Ramses, & Stephanos (accompanied by their necessary men) for appearances public & private in Kyoto. Consequences include eye-opening demonstrations of decorative roping, gifts of temporary companions, & a challenge so extraordinary as only to be hinted at here. For readers of stout, lusty hearts in good working order.
Recent discoveries among ruins in London include a shocking scene apparently discarded by Avon's Immortal Bard, an exchange which sheds new light on dramaturgical inspiration in the English Renaissance. Safe to say, it lays bare the heart of its young heroine and her upset at what she saw. Had our Will continued his play in this direction, theatrical history would be different!
Parental consent enables sons to enter further music's sexual sensuousness. Michael & Ramses become a trio with younger Stephanos under dual guidance without parallel except here, & will be readied for a great, unanticipated, but hinted-at adventure. Light is shed on the boys' keyboard prowess being the result of coupling with their teacher & with each other.
Over-the-top and up-from-below - dual perspectives - fit this rousing (I hope) chapter about three piano students and their entwined relationships with two men who are guiding them in sex-traordinary ways. Readers of lustful bent (especially those of taste for Classical music) will find much to absorb their attention.
My pianists are happily ensconced in horny Greek magnate Pavlos' spacious apartment as they wind down/up their stay in Athens. Curiously, they meet three young pianists who belong to the exclusive membership of the Hyacinthus Union - and hear them play. Overtones and undertones of gay sex hum throughout. How explicit the sex gets awaits your discovery - and, I hope, enjoyment.
Greece is the setting - Athens - for the next stage of my pianists' progress toward the ideal of inextricably linking music and sexual experience through joy. A positive, if alternative, approach to training and performance with ramifications for readers' private or (to whatever degree) public parts. An organization appears and opens new potentials never dreamt of before in any story known to me.
Under his almost-same-age teacher, the preternatural Michael Psmith, young Ramses Cordova startles by his public debut as a pianist. The surprise visit from Michael's older brother Joe, freshly supercharged by his "work" at a super-secretive school, accelerates adventurous sexuality by brother, brother's pupil, & the mysterious master teacher. Music's union with sex colors every page!