So lame...
Yes, I am a gay boy, lol...Well, no...But after reading this, you'd be forgiven for thinking that I was.
I wrote this in 2005 for reasons that are beyond me. I don't even like the pairing, but I suppose it works. I'm so lame.
I was just going through some of the other stuff that I've written and it kind of freaks me out how disturbing some of the content is. Some of the stuff I would never post here lest people think less of me...Maybe not less of me, but think of me as being something that I am not.
I write to make people feel, not think so much. If I want you to be distressed, then that's what you'll be. If I want you to fall in love with a character, then you will. A little cocky perhaps, but you know...Ego and all.
But yeah...Like I said, I'm a little wary about posting some of the other things that I've written because the content is...Triggering. I don't always know why I write the things I do. Someone asked me once if I was ever speaking from experience....Largely I'd say not. There are some traumatic things that I've written about that I have absolutely no experience with, for which I'm grateful. But I can never fully answer what prompts me to write the things I do...I enjoy the "darker" side of life, in all of it's incarnations, and I ought to be ashamed of that, but I'm not. It's all still a part of life and so why shouldn't I write about it??
Later.
I wrote this in 2005 for reasons that are beyond me. I don't even like the pairing, but I suppose it works. I'm so lame.
HEROIC
I hear the shower turn off and I look towards the ensuite door for my lover.
I’m nude below the sheets – yet another afternoon of hot, secret love. He’s amazing.
His body is beautiful, in a rugged sort of way. Sculpted like a comic book superhero. Pectoral muscles hard, but not so hard I can’t hear his heart beating beneath.
Gearing up for another busy night, I can smell his aftershave; strong, but not overpowering - a real trademark. His scent is starting to get me hard again. I run my hand over my torso.
My muscles are less toned and hardened than his, but there’s a tight little six-pack and muscled thighs that he likes. Ass that he likes. He calls me his sidekick; after all, what’s a superhero without his sidekick?
He comes over to me to say goodnight. I get out of bed and stand in front of him. My chin only comes up to his shoulder.
He drapes his arms over my shoulders and I trace the yellow bat on his chest, “go save the world, superhero.” He kisses me softly and pats my hard-on, “Down, boy”, he says and then leaves to do battle with Gotham City’s evil.
I was just going through some of the other stuff that I've written and it kind of freaks me out how disturbing some of the content is. Some of the stuff I would never post here lest people think less of me...Maybe not less of me, but think of me as being something that I am not.
I write to make people feel, not think so much. If I want you to be distressed, then that's what you'll be. If I want you to fall in love with a character, then you will. A little cocky perhaps, but you know...Ego and all.
But yeah...Like I said, I'm a little wary about posting some of the other things that I've written because the content is...Triggering. I don't always know why I write the things I do. Someone asked me once if I was ever speaking from experience....Largely I'd say not. There are some traumatic things that I've written about that I have absolutely no experience with, for which I'm grateful. But I can never fully answer what prompts me to write the things I do...I enjoy the "darker" side of life, in all of it's incarnations, and I ought to be ashamed of that, but I'm not. It's all still a part of life and so why shouldn't I write about it??
Later.