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Justin

      He's six foot two, with long brown beautiful hair. He had the look of a musician and the character of a real person (and believe me that's a lot to say about someone). How many people do you know are down to earth, and are in touch with themselves? Sometimes I am, but rarely, I like to be free and float to the moon. Justin was different, he wanted the moon, but settled for the earth.

      We went out for more than four years, though the last two were on-and-off-and-on-and-off, the annoying routine of a failing relationship. Things in life don't always work out, like why you want to read this part, to find out what he put in my butt, but I won't tell you. I might if you're nice, tell you about some other obscene perverted sexual act we did. I'll do it only if you want; cause if you don't I'll just leave (scared you, ha, loser for brains, you people are too slow).

      I have to tell you about my sex life cause you love me so! Well there was this one time when..., are you sitting, good, ...time when we were at Jennifer's, his ex, Justin was snuffing up coke in the bathroom, and I was sucking in proteins.

      I think, Justin and I, well we had sex almost everywhere: in a car, once, while he was driving, I sucked him off; we fucked in the back seat of a limo; I jacked him off into my popcorn at the theatre, and I have to tell you that there's nothing like natural butter on popcorn; we've done it in the shower, in the bath and underwater; we've made love at his parents house, while his parents were in the house; you could say that Justin and I went, or I should say came, about everywhere.

      Let me get serious for a moment, Justin was wonderful, beautiful, and he helped me feel more comfortable in my skin, yes he was a pervert, but so am I. There are things about Justin that I can't forget, his love for life, his love for love. I wouldn't have stayed with him that long just for sex. I truly loved him, I thought we would love each other forever, but then nothing lasts forever; I don't really believe that, but I now know that our relationship was doomed from the start, he had chosen drugs over me, and I chose sex over love.

      Today with Kevin, I've found love can be a better reinforcement than sex, but fucking is an essential. Last I heard Justin had been placed in a drug rehab clinic, I always hope that he meets someone who is actually deserving of him.

Sylvie

      Sylvie was Sam's gyrlfriend, she was also the first gyrl with whom I have had intimate sexual experiences with. These occurred during the period that I was going out with Justin.

      I met Sylvie at Les Foufounnes Electriques, a club minutes from Justin's place. I had been there to see Western Dream, a Goth group.

      Sylvie and I were the only people in the crowd who went to see the band. So we started talking about our music interests. After the club closed, we went to her place and fucked all morning.

      I don't remember much cause I was kind of fucked up on mesc, something we did together (that was the first and last time I did that crap). There was something special, though, in our sexual time, something that's hard to describe, it felt so complete, so normal.

      I don't want it to seem like gay sex doesn't feel complete, cause it does, it's just different. It's confusing, maybe it's the heterosexual brainwash that makes me feel this way, but anyhow the experience was gratifying. I've slept with her on a couple of other occasions, since normally, when I'm in need of a womyn and she's in need of a man.

Jonathan

      On my twenty-second birthday, I met Jonathan at Sylvie's house. Jonathan was an older boy, about twenty-nine or thirty, and he had the straightest look that I have ever seen in a queer. Some say he looked like Brad Pitt, but Brad Pitt was cuter.

      Jonathan was a poet, an aspiring artist, a starving artist, not unlike myself. Two of his short stories had recently been published, THE BEAST WITHIN and CEREMONY. His stories were of the horror-fiction genre, not unlike those of H.P. Lovecraft.

      Anyway, Jonathan attracted my attention by arriving at my b-party in a one-piece black rubber jump suit and mask, thirty eyelet docs, and a body to wear it. We spent the night talking about our SM adventures.

      Somewhere around four in the afternoon, I woke up to find him asleep next to me, his cock completely outlined and a hard-on rising in mine. I kneeled over and began to lick his boots. Slowly licking my way up the inside his leg to his crotch and beyond until I reached his head (let me say one thing, rubber tastes like shit).

      Our eyes met and we kissed (oh gyrl, how tacky). I let my hand slide unto his now hard cock, I really wanted it. In the corner of my eye I could see Sylvie watching us, while she began to make out with Sam.

      Jonathan reached down and grabbed some rope from his bag, with which he tightly tied me to the wooden armrests of the couch. He tied me to the point where I lost feeling in my arms. Then he got up and went to the bathroom, laying there I watched as Sylvie licked Sam's cunt. Sam seemed only partly here.

      When Jonathan returned, he was completely naked except his docs, his mask, and some rubber gloves. Now I was fucking turned on, my cock was about to explode. He walked over to me with scissors, and began to cut away my clothes, he lay the blade on my stomach, and cut away my shirt. He then knelt down and kissed each nipple.

      Jonathan returned to his bags and produced two clothes' pins, which he placed on my nipples, God it hurts, almost as much as it felt good. He cut up each leg of my pants and took them off, he cut apart my underwear as well (this was an expensive sexual thing). Now I lay strapped, totally naked except the two clothes-pins.

      He returned to his bag and pulled out an electric shaver. Sylvie and Sam were almost completely fixated on us. Jonathan began to shave away my pubic, chest, legs and the rest of my body hair, all that was left were my eyebrows and goatee. He cleaned off all the stubble. I could barely feel my nipples anymore.

      Jonathan returned from his bag, with yet another object, a very large vibrator (no, very large), he turned me over and placed it up as far as it would go. I felt my anus strain as never before, no one had ever put something this BIG in my butt. When he turned it on, my cock exploded shooting cum all over my stomach, some even landed on my face. Jonathan turned the vibrator up to max, and ordered Sam and Sylvie to lick me clean (you know this story is beginning to look like a cheesy porn movie). When they finished, he ordered them away.

      My cock was already hardening again. Jonathan pressed his rock hard cock up to my face and pushed it in my mouth, he was bigger than the vibrator! I could feel his cock in the back of my throat. I could barely breathe (and I hate that feeling). He fucked my mouth deeply, taking his cock all the way out and pushing it all the way back in again, until his balls slammed against my chin. His strokes sped up, until he shot deep inside my throat. He let out a loud grunt of satisfaction, and pulled out his soft prick.

      Again he ordered Sam to lick it off clean, while Sylvie licked the cum and spit from my mouth. Jonathan returned to his bag and pulled another bag, he came back to me and placed the bag over my head, closing it at the neck with a leash.

      He untied me and ordered me to walk on all fours, as I got up he pulled the vibrator out of my ass. He pulled me to the table, where he ordered me to lay across it, with my feet on the floor exposing my ass, I felt a hand on either side spread my ass cheeks. Then the flaming pain, as Jonathan forced his large member all the way up. A scream escaped my lips as he plunged in, which he punished by hitting me hard across the back with his whip. He fucked my ass twice as hard as he fucked my mouth earlier.

      As he fucked me, I felt a warm tongue lick the length of my shaft, then begin to suck me off. Only later did I learn that it was Sylvie. After what felt like an hour, Jonathan came in my butt, he didn't remove the hood until he left the next day. I never saw him again after that fuck. Three days later I got both my nipples pierced, it was one of those things.

Gabriel

      "Gabriel, my dark angel, how sensitive your touch is upon my face, how soft your skin is in my embrace, your delicate beauty would not be shattered by anyone, but the gods themselves, and even they look to you for comfort."

      Things are strange when you fall in love. You swear that your lover has awakened from your dreams. They always seem perfect from a distance, yet up close they are like you. They can be hurt, crushed, destroyed, lost and loved. This makes you want them more.

      I met Gabriel in a cemetery, while I was visiting my Steven's grave, Steven had died of AIDS. I saw him standing there, crying over his ex-lovers grave, his tears staining his face with black eyeliner. He caught me staring at him, but I didn't look away just deeper, and I found myself falling in love. I dropped the flowers (gently) on Steven's grave and told him thank you for bringing me such a beautiful creature.

      Then I walked to Gabriel, unsure of his response, something seemed gravely queer about coming on to a guy in a cemetery, but I went ahead anyway. As I advanced, his back was to me. He only turned to greet my eyes when I was standing only a couple of feet behind him.

      His eyes, though drowned in sorrow, were the most beautiful orbs that I have ever beheld. It was awkward but we walked down the path back to the gate and went to a cafe nearby talking all the way.

      We talked about life, death, our dead friends, music, doom, pain, SM, love, and other philosophical stuff.

      Gabriel's ex-lover, Rhichard, died of AIDS as well, two years before. They had been together for fifteen years. They first met when Gabriel tried out for a Siouxie and the Banshees cover band, Rhichard was the drummer. He told me how his band went on as a cover band, even after they started performing Goth under the name "The Stranger". Rhichard had caught it from a blood transfusion, strange thing was that Gabriel never got it. He had himself checked every six months, from the point he found out until after his boyfriend's death. I was the first guy that he'd met in a long time. I was also the first he fucked since his lovers passing, and this experience is too profound to ruin with descriptions.

      We spoke of our relationship with womyn. I told him about Sylvie and he told me about Dominique, his dominatrix. This subject had me interested. I met her a couple of weeks later and she scared the crap out of me, but I could understand Gabriel sort-of-love for her, she was something special. Sex with Gabriel was always beautiful, though sometimes vulgar, sometimes unique, but it was always quality sex.

      We had an open-relationship for about a year, then on the eve of the New Millennium I knew our love was true. During the entire nine months of the open relationship, neither of us had any sexual relationship with other men. I did have sexual encounters with Sylvie, and him with Dominique.

      That night we sat on our bed. The room lit with black candles, the cool winter air seeped through cracks in the walls of our cheep apartment. There we embraced throughout our body. We merged as one being, holding each others emotions, responding to our touches, distancing the reality of our upcoming doom, and opening ourselves to new territories. When we awoke in the new millennium, we were different from before. On the thirty-first day, of the tenth month, of the two-thousandth year, of the new lord. We ended our corporeal existence by travelling out of our body to the new territories of the universe.

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