AC-111 Blow Boy
Blow Boy
Adonis Classics
AC-111
Lyle Saunders
$2.25
Excerpt
I’ve never fucked a woman in my life, and can’t see any reason to start now. I’m not knocking it—it’s got to be the greatest thing going, if a guy’s wired up that way. It’s just that I’m not. It isn’t that I haven’t had the opportunity, of course. A guy who spends most of his life on the streets is going to meet all kinds of people. I’ve had plenty of chances to score as a stud, and there’s a certain kind of woman who won’t ball anybody but a guy like me.
But fucking a man is something else again. It’s more than just sex, more than getting your rocks off. If that was all I wanted—to have a climax—I could get up right now and go beat my meat; it wouldn’t take half a minute. Or, I could walk downstairs, out onto Second Street , and find a head job before I smoked my second cigarette. I’m still just seventeen; nobody knows how I dig my sex, unless I want them to know, and I do a hell of a lot for a pair of Levi’s.
No, fucking a man is another thing. It’s power, and strength, and love, and friendship, besides being sex. It’s about everything that makes life important for me. And it’s even more than that, because you’re thumbing your nose at the world when you’re fucking a man. You’re saying “Hey, you look! Fuck you and your sin that cries out for vengeance in heaven. Screw a whole lot of rules that I didn’t write. Look here, I’ve got this man, and he’s fucking me, and I’m fucking him. Now how does that grab you and your timid little sex life?”
And you’re not saying it alone, because he’s right there with you. He’s not sitting home scared, jacking off thinking about it. He’s there.
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