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17
Apr
17

EROTIC DIGITAL DESIRES


The Internet provides an opportunity to discover interesting `tools’ designed by those who have the capacity to do so and then, find interesting ways to utilize these tools possibly in ways not originally intended.  Just such a tool I discovered is presented by

ava-sessions: ex machina

It is clear by now that a tsunami of `porn’ related material is widely available via the Internet that spans the full spectrum of sexual act performed by persons of a comparable spectrum of sexual orientation.

The objective here is to marry the two by utilizing a digital conversation tool that essentially maps the content of a digital photo (jpeg or similar). The result is as an example here:

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To view the product of this marriage, armed with a YouTube account when requested to `sign in’, you can view a brief video titled: Erotic Digital Desires

 

01
Oct
16

Jeffery’s Story Tale


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The scene opens in a small, bi-gay sex bar.

A very good looking young male in his late twenties is sitting at a small cocktail table surrounded by an equally good-looking and hip group of young men and women

Enters John; a good looking and in shape late forties male, joins the small group intent on listening to the young man tell a story. A story centered on the escapades of a former lover who, using his unusual and incredibly good looks, was able to charm the pants off any daddy. But Jeffery, the name of the young man in question, did not waste his talents on just any ol’ daddy. The boy had a sixth sense when it came to smelling out the rich ones. `I swear’, exclaimed the young man profoundly; `Jeffery, that little bastard, could walk through a crowd of potential daddies and, not only filter out the richest of them but, the hottest looking too.’ . Thus concluding this part of his story, he turns his attention gaze to John.

Not loosing a blink, the young man locks eyes with John; he continues his tale that for some unknown reason, seemingly hypnotically, entrances John’s attention. John becomes spell bound by the twist and turns of young man’s captivating story.

`The last time I saw Jeffery was right here in this bar. Unfortunately though, he met with a rather bad end but, however, not quite as unfortunate as it was for the lover he met that night.’ He concludes as he seductively leans forward, closer to John’s now, wide-eyed face.

Fully intrigued and captivated, John demands to know more of `this Jeffery’s’ escapade and how it all turned out. To which the young man offered to tell more but, only if John were to buy him a fresh drink and in the privacy of one of the secluded booths to the back of the bar.

Comfortably ensconced in the secluded booth with a fresh gin martini in hand, the young man picks up on the tale of young Jeffery’s seedy escapade: `It all started rather innocently. Jeffery, in his usual captivating way, was unleashing one of his unfathomable tales of romp and drug infused sexcapades to a group of his friends when he encountered Harold. To show how lucky Jeffery was, horse shoes I tell yah, anyway, there could have been countless other wealthy people in the bar that night and low and behold, doesn’t he land Harold. Harold Bartholomew the already famous attorney who too, was the sole heir to his family’s amassed fortunes. Not millions but billions!

The waiter momentarily interrupts the young man’s story telling by serving up a bottle of expensive red wine with two glasses John had ordered, `Harold was instantly enamored by Jeffery. Who wouldn’t be, he was absolutely beautiful. Starting with his blonde, wavy head of hair that had all the signs of exclusive salons and his radiant, hot Mediterranean-tan skin purchased by his most recent rich lover, could melt butter never mind your heart.

Fully entrance and captivated by the young man’s story-telling, he and John spent the rest of the evening together. After finishing another bottle of expensive wine, John could not hold back and asked the young man, whose name up to that moment he didn’t even know, inviting him back to his private penthouse suite.

It wasn’t until the two had made their way to John’s suite atop of Trump Tower, the most expensive piece of real-estate in all of Manhattan, lying naked in the luxurious, king-size bed replete with Egyptian cotton sheets, sipping champagne glasses of Dom Perignon did John thing to ask the name of the young man with whom he had just had wild passionate sex.

`Who me?’ the young man replied casually, `You’re obviously a smart man, I thought you would have figured that out by now, it’s Jeffery. Is that a surprise?’ he concluded coyly as he watched John confoundedly fall back in utter shock and surprise.

Not saying another word, John ceremoniously pours the last of the Dom Perignon into Jeffery’s half empty fluted crystal glass acknowledging his naive stupidity.

The End

23
Nov
15

naykd poetry


You are invited to preview my latest addition of self-published books titled: NAYKD POETry; a provocative collection of poems and prose reflective of the sexual renascence presently being enjoyed especially within the Lesbian and Gay communities around the world. Though graphic by its nature, sexual expression of this form is not meant to be exploitive but rather, robustly exhilarating for the libido and fertile to the imagination, dwelling on the lustfully erotic.

17
Aug
15

Gift Renewal


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The full cold depth of death’s slate-marker pierces the seething heat of raging, blood-filled aroused cock wantonly seeking to be sucked and suckled by the demised, lewd waiting mouth to this earthly grave’s benefactor; to yield, to be swallowed and consumed into vacant deceased gullet; the sweet white flow of life-giving nectar held in the sanctity of human man’s testes; the mythically promised gift of Creation rebirth and renewal.

11
Jul
15

Todd’s Secret – a short story


TODD TRAVEL

My eyes opened for just long enough to see my mother’s face and just long enough to hear her say with a crying sob, `Todd is dead’. Then, the next I knew, I awoke in my room, in my bed.

My name is Jake. At the time of writing this I just turned twenty-seven but what happened took place about a year ago. It has taken me this long to deal with what I am about to tell you. Why I am here and Todd, my best friend, is dead.

I’ve known Todd all my life it seems. But it wasn’t always that way. What I mean is after graduating from high school Todd and I went our separate ways and well, time, money and great distance can break-up the best of friendships. What brought us together once again was just the combination of a falling economy and coincidence, really.

Like I said, after high school I may have seen Todd the odd holiday but for the better part of four or five years, we never saw each other until that fateful day.

I may not have mentioned it but, after graduating from university majoring in the humanities, there were few jobs around and becoming desperate, I went to the Employment Center in hopes of finding a temporary job at minimum wage even. So there I was in line with about a dozen other desperate souls when this guy bumps into me and would you know it, it was Todd.

The funny thing about seeing him, in that moment, was; it’s as though the years apart were suddenly erased and somehow, I could sense Todd felt the same way.

I was first to get through the process but I anxiously waited until Todd came out into the center hall, I waved him down and suggested we go for coffee to catch up.

Todd looked as good as the last time I saw him, just before leaving for university. He’s kept the same crew cut, spiked at the front and he had obviously just been in the tropics because his tanned skin made him that much blonder with those thick, bushy eyebrows and crystal blue eyes that joyfully twinkled when he smiled. I am and always have been in love with Todd, beautiful Todd.

We must have talked for hours given it was bright sunshine when we arrived and it was now pitch black outside. He told me about his college years and his on and off again love affairs and once graduated, he got a good job with an investment firm. Todd got his degree in economics and it landed him a job in the Bahamas hence the tan and sun-blonde hair. But then, unfortunately, it was a Ponzi-scheme setup and it got busted. Fortunately for him he was so low on the totem pole that he was not criminally involved but nonetheless, unemployed with no benefits hence, being at the Employment Center. Then fate took its course.

Over the ensuing weeks, Todd and I got together nearly every day each, mutually interested to get back into the groove of our old friendship. We both laughed and cried at how, while still in high school, we would fantasize about what great, important and high-paying jobs we were going to have by going to university and here we were; me at twenty-five and Todd being one year younger, we were both unemployed and living in our parents’ basements. It was then we made a pack to the effect: if the system didn’t want us then, WE DON’T WANT THE SYSTEM! Then committed to getting organized to tread the globe far and as wide as we can make it.

I don’t honestly know how we did it but between the two of us, we were able to scrounge up about five thousand bucks that, along with getting odd jobs along the way, we figured we should be able to go pretty far. And far we did get.

Let me say one thing: beauty begets! Being in the company of Todd given his good looks, calm demeanor and, boyish charm; it goes a long way. Now that is not to say I am a slouch in the looks department, I am a ok looking but, next to Todd, everyone is diminished in the looks department and not just if you are a guy. Yes, he was that good looking.

Well we weren’t one month into our travels from home in Cleveland that we had already gotten to Costa Rica. Beautiful and exotic Costa Rica with its miles of white sandy beaches with some of the most powerful white-foaming surf slamming hard against the shore. And what got us there was Todd’s infectious smile.

From across the room in this small bar in Tepic Mexico were a young guy and girl in their early twenties; we later came to know them as Kenny and Melissa, Mel for short. They were brother and sister. Let me rephrase that introduction; they were spoiled rich brother and sister who decided, not unlike Todd and I, to travel the world but unlike Todd and I, were doing it as lavishly as their Black American Express could take them. I told Todd I thought they were phony’s and the credit card didn’t exist, that Platinum was the card rich people carried. Todd said I was only partly right; only the super-rich had the black card. He learned that fact from his days working for the shysters running the Ponzi scheme.

It was obvious from the start that Kenny and Mel were both infatuated with Todd and they insisted he, we, joy them on their dime to where ever we wanted. And without a second breath they both screamed out Costa Rica with a flutter of their tongues.

We were met at the airport by a chauffeured Land Rover and taken to a resort situated in the tropical rain forest. It was absolutely exquisite replete with every conceivable convenience of the best quality ruggedly set with bamboo cabanas, lush hammocks suspended between huge, luscious Queen Palms and the constant natural and magical cries of wildlife emanating from the jungle. It truly was paradise. I said it was the Garden of Eden re-manifested just for the four of us, as there were no other guests. The only other people were the resort’s staff who were more than discrete. I learned only later; Kenny and Mel paid out the resort for as long as we wanted to stay. These guys were obviously very, very rich. And unfortunately, as it turns out, that can be a bad thing.

After the second week of just lounging I started to get a bit bored and wanted to move on but the others including Todd wanted to hang on for a while longer. I think he was having sex with both of them but from what I could gather neither Kenny nor Mel seemed to know it. Todd was playing both of them and it would be an understatement to say I was jealous of the two of them for coming between Todd and I. In the end I decided, reluctantly, to move on, on my own, with plans to meet up again in Guatemala City. Although I was super mad and angry with Todd, I didn’t let him know it. I wanted to part on good terms in hopes that when we meet up again in a couple of weeks, things will get back to normal. I should probably make it known that although I love Todd a whole hell of a lot, and he is Gay, I’m not. At least not on a sexual sense, I just love Todd and being with him. If that makes me Gay, well then I am Gay too.

I have to admit those two weeks that followed by leaving were the longest; loneliest I had spent in a long time. All I could do was think about Todd and what he might be doing with Kenny and Mel or, they with him, and where they might be.

Before I left we planned that Todd was to send me an update on things, when and where he’d be joining up with me. He was to send a fax to the American Express office in Guatemala City before the end of the second week from when I left him. I went to that office every day for the whole week and nothing. I was both disappointed and confused because I didn’t know what next to do. Do I just sit there in the city and wait? What if he never writes, what if I never see him again? All of a sudden I was feeling very lonely both for him and for myself.

Another week went by with no news from Todd. I was getting desperate hoping something bad had not happened to him. Those two spoiled self-indulgent brats. Just the thought of them again makes me so angry. I was having enough of Guatemala City by now especially given that I was feeling almost sick with worry for Todd. As a last ditch effort I decide to try the American Express office one last time then, if no news I was probably just going to head back home. The joy of travel has been bled from me.

When I approached the front service counter the young Guatemalan girl who knew me well by now jumped with joy and a smile waving a piece of paper. She gleefully said in English that my long awaited fax had arrived. I could not believe it. The relief was over whelming. I quickly reached for it over the counter and read it feverishly.

Todd was still in Costa Rica. He had a bad parting of ways with Kenny and Mel to which he would tell me later, happened because Mel finally caught he and Kenny going at it heavy in the swimming pool late one night when she was supposed to have been in a alcohol and drug induced coma. Frankly I don’t know how he managed to keep up the rouse for as long as he did. Things couldn’t have been that bad in their parting at the airport in San Jose, they left him with two, prepaid, first-class, round the world, open tickets as gesture to the fun they did have together. I was to fly to San Jose a.s.a.p. then we’d fly out, together, from there. What made me forget all the bad things I felt about Todd over those three weeks alone was his closing remark: `I’m sorry buddy! See you soon. Love Todd.’

(To be continued….maybe?)

02
Apr
15

Rent-boy: Essential Public Service


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CAUTION: COARSE LANGUAGE

Standing vacant – on a dark street corner
I watch as their cars slowly drift by
Hoping on hope – one will give me a try
Excited by not knowing – who’d they be
If it was for my sex, or maybe just for me

Twenty-four by age, ninety-two by trade
Prostitution is how my living is made
I suck cock for the night’s rent
But if it’s my ass he wants to fuck
Less then a hundred, he’s out-a luck

Competition is stiff, the johns can be cruel
A street-boy has to know there are no rules
I’ve been stabbed – I’ve almost died
Staying out-a trouble means being more then street-wise
The truth of it – you need to look deep into their eyes

A john’s story is written all over their face
You gotta read it before going into a dark place
Once blown – the guilt can change their tune
So money up-front before getting on your knees
Or, with their cum still warm in your mouth, its their fist you’ll see

It’s the godly and righteous who look down at people like me
Little do they know, more often, its their husband’s I see
The desperate who want their cock sucked or a boy’s tight ass
The way I see it, society owes me, more respect
Cause without my kind-a service, a lot-a marriages would be a wreck.

14
Jan
15

adult content: MASTURBATION!


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Delving spontaneously into the salacious, deviant world that is Internet porn; an arena founded for pursuit of singular or mutual gratification garnered by viewing unspeakable acts of debauchery, specifically scripted and performed by nameless people motivated toward personal financial gain with the promise to heighten the pluralistic, wanton sexual desires of a viewing audience seeking to orgasmically extinguish uncontrollable urges derived by expulsion of purposeful bodily fluids by means of self-inflicted punishment imposed upon gender defining organs; a private, personal act craftily, discernibly labelled:

MASTURBATION! 




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