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Gavin's Spring Break. With a gym bud, a shower bud, a Taino guy, and the Easter Bunny
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Is There Sex After Death?: A Gideon and Scotty story, with heartwarming scenes and oral sex
1. Going out to dinner at the Shem Creek Restaurant in Mount Pleasant -- pizza and beer -- and Scotty calls Gideon "Little Lord Fauntleroy." They smile and joke, and hold hands under the table, and the song on the radio, or in his mind, is "You Knock Me Out.” :
2. The Old Man, Jesse Gemstone, takes them all out on his yacht, and in the glittering of the waves, while the kids sit in the wading pool -- a pool on a yacht? -- Jesse offers to become his Daddy, and they hug.
Then he laughs to himself. No way will the Old Man ever admit Scotty to the family, knowing that his cock has been down his son's throat or up his ass...sorry, Mom....the fact that Scotty has been intimate with his son every night. Evangelicals hate gay sex even more than they hate thinking for yourself. The Easter Offering plan is the only way they can walk side by side into the future.
3. Driving from California to South Carolina so they can blackmail his father, the world-famous Jesse Gemstone, with a video of his sex-and-drugs party, get even for a childhood of neglect and abuse, and fund their happily-ever-after life in Thailand. They spend the night in a Motel 6 somewhere in New Mexico. Lucy is snoring. Scotty opens his eyes and sees Gideon, propped up in the other bed, playing on his cell phone, his face illuminated, as if he is already in the plane of endless light. He must be an angel -- nothing in this shithole world -- sorry, Mom -- could be so beautiful.
Scotty retreats into himself, hating himself for hurting so many people, fearful that Gideon's grandmother has come to judge him. But all he feels from Aimee-Leigh is love. She nods -- or its equivalent -- and the memory continues.
On Easter morning, Gideon comes down the elevator alone and says "It's over." He chose the ritzy Gemstone world over the dream of Thailand, the Old Man over the love of his life. The smiles, holding hands under the table, the kissing, the orgasms that burst across the universe -- all ignored. But Gideon isn't the one who ignored it -- Scotty could have said "It's ok, I don't want the money, all I need is to be by your side." He didn't.
After that Scotty sees nothing but red rage. He retrieves his van, beats up Granddad Eli, forces Gideon and Jesse to open the vault, ties them up. He yells "You made your choice, and you broke my heart!" Then he zooms away from the estate, not sure where he is going, nowhere, anywhere, into the abyss. He doesn't care; his life is over already.
Aimee-Leigh waits patiently for his despair to wash through the others. Then she asks "Are you ready to go, darlin? We've got work to do."
Calling him "darlin'," as if she is really his grandmother! Wait -- of course she is. There are no lies in the endless light. "But how? He must hate me. There's no coming back from what I've done to him."
A Discovery of Witches: Some lesbians, a gay tease, a very important book, and Matthew Goode's goods
On to the next of the new paranormal tv series on Netflix, A Discovery of Witches.
Prologue: "It begins with absence and desire. It begins with blood and fear, It begins with..." Coffee and bagels? No, "a discovery of witches."
Scene 1: Nice establishing shots of Oxford. Matthew (Matthew Goode) complains that this was once a world of wonder, but it belongs to the humans now. Demons, vampires, and witches have all gone into the closet.
Cut to a blonde woman rowing in the Thames, then running through the university, taking a shower -- gratuitous nudity, at Minute 2, no fair! -- eating breakfast, packing up her stuff, and pausing to gaze despondently at a photograph of her and her boyfriend. Actually, the lady in the photo seems a year or two older, so maybe it's her lookalike sister or mother. Looking at her makes Rowing Lady extremely depressed, so she must be dead.
Biking across town, locking up her bike -- whoops, her papers fall out and scatter, but she uses her magic powers to retrieve them. Fortunately, no one sees her.
Scene 2: Rowing Lady, Diane, is a Visiting Research Fellow who took her D.Phil. in the History of Science from Oxford, published two prize-winning books, and got tenure at Yale. In the History of Science?
In her powerpoint presentation, she theorizes that the Renaissance alchemists were actually describing real chemical processes. She's going to research the manuscripts of Elias Ashmole , after whom they named the Ashmolean Library. A lady rushes up and offers her a position at Oxford, and wants to know if her book is ready yet. She hasn't started the research yet, nitwit.
Scene 4: Diane has coffee with an old friend from Oxford, who gazes at her -- ex-girlfriend? She was trained in classical history, where there are no jobs, so she's just an adjunct. And there are jobs in the history of science?
The friend invites her to the coven tonight, but Diane isn't comfortable around magic after what happened to her parents. Witch burning?
Scene 5: In another building, a guy -- maybe Matthew? -- is praying with his rosary. Um -- Oxford is Anglican.
Left: Matthew's butt.
And his cock. It's not much, but he's an upper-class straight white man, so he'll be in a position of power regardless.
Cut to Diane in the Ashmolean Library, ordering books from the hunky library guy, played by Ezra Idun. But the book whispers at her, and some pages have been cut out. And the Praying Guy hears a heart beat! In other news, her needy friend drops by to flirt with her some more.
As Diane types her notes, the lights flash and everybody hears the whispering. Praying Guy gets a call from a woman, who explains that their blood is reacting to something. They must be vampires. Catholic vampires who go out in the daytime. He uses his super-hearing to locate the disturbance
Meanwhile, Diane finds that touching the pages burns her! She returns the book and rushes out of the building, bumping into a passerby who looks like her dad! Praying Guy is watching her suspiciously.
More after the break
Kevin from Work: Tony Cavalero tries to steal Noah Reid's boyfriend. With random Colt model dicks
Kevin from Work is a ten-episode sitcom that aired on ABC Family in the fall of 2015. It got awful reviews centered on "raunchy jokes delivered by unsavory characters," but it's available for binging on Hulu if you're interested. I reviewed Episode 1.2 because it starred Tony Cavalero as a creepy gay guy.
Scene 1: Kevin gets a ride to work with his best friend, gym rat Brian (Matt Murray, below). He wonders about Don (Tony Cavalero), the guy in the back seat who is leering at him and invading his body space.
Best Friend Brian explains: "When you left me for Italy, I had to look after myself. You made me turn to the internet to find a friend. You search 'fit man seeking man,' you're going to find some crazy stuff."
The viewer is expected to interpret "crazy stuff" as "gay men," and sympathize with Brian. Creepy gay guys responded! He must have been horrified! But he just means that some of the guys who answered were not as fit as they claimed to be.
Creepy Don in the back seat points out that he and Brian are a good match, because he has only 2% body fat. "What's your body fat percentage, Kevin?" Jealous, Don?
Kevin ignores him. He thinks he sees His Crush, whom he sent the awkward grand gesture to, and insists that they park in the back. We get a montage of their awkward close encounters as he tries to work in the office without running into her. "I could have lived a happy, fulfilled life if only I hadn't told her that I loved her!"
Scene 2: When Kevin catches a ride with Best Friend Brian the next day, Creepy Don isn't there. "He's at his mom's. I'm supposed to pick him up in an hour. We're going to the driving range, and then he's going to take me to his orthotics guy (foot doctor)." Rather a random series of events for Date Night.
Actually, Brian needs a way out: he isn't interested in Creepy Don anymore, now that Kevin is back: "You're my 100%." Awww. Now how do they dump the rebound boyfriend?
Scene 3: Best Friend Brian brings Creepy Don into the office, and asks Kevin to do the break-up: "Explain to him that we are reunited, and his friendship services are no longer required." That's not what you said in bed last night, Dude.
More after the break
Does Kit Harington really have a tiny pecker? And what's wrong with that? With examples of tiny peckers.
I never heard of Kit Harington before yesterday, when a reader mentioned that he appears in Season 3 of Industry. I was going to do a profile, but got sidetracked by Kit's penis.
I don't like the beard. He looks better clean-shaven.
Apparently Kit is or was the resident hunk on Game of Thrones. I only watched ten minutes before being turned by the constant naked ladies, but here he's kissing a guy, so he's played a gay character.
But not in Thrones. Costar Nicolaj Koster-Waldau notes “a change in the level of female lust in the room when Kit is there, which all the males find annoying and disrespectful."
First, how can he help it if all the women in the world lust after him? It's not his fault.
Second, why do all the males in the world find it annoying. Surely there's at least one or two gay men on Earth, Nicolaj?
You're from Denmark, which has gay marriage, and you starred in Bent, about gay men in Nazi Germany. You played a gay character! You should know that gay men exist, friggin' homophobe!
I'm already angry with Kit, and he didn't even make the homophobic statement.
Everyone on the internet thinks that he's got a small dick, due to an article that states that Kit Harington is the reason Jon Snow, presumably his character, has a tiny penis.
But actually the writers "got even" with him for being so attractive -- only to women, of course -- and had someone reference his character's lack of penile hugeness: "What kind of God would have a pecker that small?
In real life, all we have is this heavily censored j/o session.
And this photo, from Fleshbot, advertising a "gay make out session" between Kit and Chris Zylka. Except it's Chris Zylka, whom Kit kisses in The Death and Life of John F. Donovan.
More cocks after the break
Industry: 5 butts, 4 cocks, and 3 chests of the top money-makers at a banking CPS somethings in London
Industry is being pushed on MAX as the greatest television series of all time; it has a 100% rating on Rotten Tomatoes; and there's at least one gay character. Should be an obvious must-watch, right?
Maybe not. I've tried getting into it twice, and get immensely bored after five minutes. It's about money. The inter-office squabbles of guys in suits making money by making money for other guys in suits, and trying to position into positions of higher power so they can make more money by making more money.
Shape without form, shade without colour,
Paralysed force, gesture without motion
It's not only boring, it's depressing. You're in friggin' London. Go to the British Museum and see some art.
Can we skip the money and just look at some naked guys?
1. David Jonsson, top photo, plays Gus Sackey, the main gay character. He majored in humanities before he sold his soul to Mammon. Apparently he's closeted, not fitting in to the heterosexist money culture. According to the Wikipedia, he's "assigned to the Investment Banking Division, IBD, and then the CPS desk. I don't know what that is, either.
2. Will Tudor as Theo Tuck, the other gay character, an Eton graduate consigned to a lowly position as research analyst.
3. Harry Lawley as Robert, from a working-class Welsh background, so he doesn't fit in with the upper-class Oxcam graduates working the money angle. There also might be some prejudice against the Welsh. He's on the CPS desk.
4. Ben Lloyd-Hughes as Greg, VP at the CPS desk. Ok, I looked it up: CPS means Cross Product Sales, where you try to sell your bank customers things they don't need, like Wells Fargo: "Oh, you want to open a checking account? How about an auto loan and a credit card?"
How about the Victoria and Albert Museum?
5.Derek Riddell, here getting sexed up in The Book Club, as Clement, the CPS vice manager.
The St. Paul's Cathedral Choir is performing on Friday night.
More money-making cocks after the break
Hung Harvey: I hook up with the boyfriend of Sabrina the Teenage Witch
I was back in West Hollywood for my friend Larry's annual Oscar party. On March 25th, the night before, Lane and Randall the Muscle Bear with the Pierced Penis took me out to all our old haunts: Bodhi Tree, Different Light, the French Quarter, the Gold Coast, and the Faultline.
But we never made it to the Faultline.
I was struck by a twink sitting at the bar in the Gold Coast. A little shorter than me, broad shoulders, very handsome round face with sandy hair and glasses, kind of a Harry Potter look except for the lumberjack shirt.
I sat next to him. He said "Howdy, pardner," and held out his hand to be shaken.
I made a quip about Hogwarts. He countered with a quip about Lemony Snicket's Unfortunate Events.
Our legs pressed together under the bar. "Can I buy you another beer?" I asked.
"Heck, I'll buy you a beer. I'll buy everybody a beer. Drinks are on me!"
"Well, I don't really drink."
"A virgin margarita, then. You have to let me buy you something. I can afford it. I'm Harvey, and I'm always going to be Harvey, no matter what they say!"
Was that name supposed to mean something? All I could think of was Harvey the Giant Rabbit in the James Stuart movie.
He seemed a little soused, but not unbearably so. I reached out, unbuttoned a couple of buttons of his lumberjack shirt, and slid my hand down to feel his firm, hairy chest. Few twinks have that much hair -- I was hooked!
I reached down and groped him.
Nice bulge. Maybe an 8-incher beneath the belt. I was even more hooked!
"Hey!" Harvey exclaimed. "This place is dead! Let's go to the Rage!"
The notoriously noisy twink bar? But I was over 23
"Well, I'm here with my friends. We were going to the Faultline. We're a little old for the Rage."
"Nonsense. You're with me. Harvey can open every door."
The Rage was only a few blocks from our old apartment. Maybe it would be fun.
It wasn't. The music was blaring, the air was thick with cigarette smoke and poppers, and there were swarming munchkins everywhere. It was uncomfortable for everyone, especially the bears I dragged along.
They sat at one of the little round tables, Lane with a soda and Randall with a beer, while Harvey and I danced. Or did whatever swaying movements we could with the press of gyrating twinks.
Suddenly I felt a hand on my shoulder. It was Randall.
"Hey, either seal the deal and let's go home and screw," he yelled, trying to make himself understood over the roar, "Or drop this twink and let's go home and screw!"
"Ok, ok." I took Harvey by the hand and led him to a dark area where couples went to kiss.
"What do you want to do now?" he asked, grinning.
"What do you think?" I put my arms around him, and we started kissing. He allowed only a brief kiss-- not very impressive. I reached down and groped him again. His Kielbasa became aroused, but he didn't t grope me in return.
A bit cool, but I was too into him to notice. "Let's go back to my place. I'm staying in my friends' guest room."




































