Thursday, March 10, 2011
7) Idiot Savant.
These stories, that have been available on Blogspot for 10 years for free, will now only be available on Amazon at the address above. They are contained in “Vagabon Freak”, the 1st volume of a trilogy titled “The 7 Lives of the Punk Poofy Cats”. I have been the archetypal starving artist in his garret, painting, drawing and writing, writing, writing as if I were some waif crying out in the wilderness. Now I need you, dear reader, to hear my cries and go to Amazon and buy a copy of my book and keep me alive. There you will find my complete tale, from beginning to end, in one place, for you to hold in your hot little hands. When you read it straight through, I assure you, it will blow your mind.
Below are introductory paragraphs and some pictures that I still retain to illustrate this story, hopefully to give you a come-on to get my book. Thanks for giving me a go, TZ.
One day, down the creek, a muscular boy of about sixteen stepped from the blackberry bushes as naked and as beautiful as Michelangelo’s David, his engorged cock on view for adoration, and he offered two shillings to anyone who would suck it. At the age of twelve Arthur was the oldest of his gang and, wanting to protect his younger brother, he stepped forward and told his mates to piss off quick.
He was highly desirous of the two shillings and awfully curious about the teenager’s intentions, mysteriously attracted by his large penis, mass of pubic hair and blond good looks. He followed the tall lad deeper into the prickly vegetation with his guts all in a flutter as if he were about to be initiated into a higher order of being. He got down on his knees and put his lips to the soft/hard flesh for a few seconds but soon withdrew as he didn’t like the salty taste of the proffered phallus.
Nor did he get the promised money, a lesson on desire and economics that he remembered for the rest of his sexual life, but he did have further assignations with the lad for seven minutes later he was shown a wondrous new game, that of ‘bumming’. Stretched out on his belly in a hidden recess within the blackberry bushes, Arthur allowed this young man to place his dick between his legs and writhe about upon his back. Then it was Arthur’s turn. The ecstasy of the full body contact, sinking into the broad expanse of back, muscle gliding over muscle, flesh melting into flesh, buttocks rolling under his groin, encouraged him to wish that this intimacy would never end.
(If you want to read the rest of this story and more please go to the WEB address above and buy "Vagabond Freak.")