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by Max sprouse

Celebrity Fantasy

1108 bang bang bang. "A. J.!" Bang, bang, bang. "A. J.”! Open up!" A. J.. opened the door to his room. The sound of wu-tang jumped out into the hall. "Bri, my man. What the fuck." "Give me that." Brian grabbed the beer out of A. J.'s hand as he stomped into the room. "What is your problem, dude." "Nick." "Shit, man. I don't want you draggin' your faggy stuff in here, man. I have to deal with that all day. I don't need it when I’m tryin' to kick back.' "Fuck you." "In your dreams, my little friend." Brian threw himself into a chair. "You know, A. J. , you're not top dog around here. I don't have to take this homophobe crap off you." "Listen, white boy. I am not homophobic. You know that. But I do get tired of the two of you having these little bitch fights whenever one of you gets on the rag." "Fuck you." "No, fuck you. And give me back my beer." "Get yourself another one." "No. It’s my last one." "And turn off this shit." "I am not turning off The Clan just cause you don't like it. Go back to your own room if you're going to be giving me shit like that." "No. Nick might come back." "Then you and your lover boy should settle your business and not be draggin' me into it." "Fuck you." "Again with the fuck me. I don't know that I want you to stay here and drink my beer if you're going to give me that kind of attitude." "Fine. I’ll just drink my beer and then go." "Fine." "What were you doing anyway. Where are the chicks." "Don’t start." "No, man. Where are they. There’s supposed to be two or three of them up here right now." "Not tonight, man." "Aww, poor A.J.. not going to get his pussy tonight." "Just give it a rest man." "What’s the matter. The big stud couldn't get the chickies tonight." "No. And shut up." Brian snorted. "Big fuckin' stud. Can’t even talk some teenage bimbo into his room." 'Listen, fag. Give it a rest." "Why, bro. Feeling a little sensitive tonight?" "I’ve been up here for three hours, man. I have been drinking beer after beer and watching the spice channel until my nuts are about to explode. i don't need your shit." "So that's it. A. J’s horny." A. J.. grabbed his beer back and drained it. "Yes, you stupid fuck, I am deeply horny. So I suggest you shut up or I’ll put something in your mouth to shut you up." Brian looked at him sleepily and angrily. "Do it." "What." "Come on, do it. Put your dick in my mouth." "Man, what's the matter with you." "Come on, man. Make me suck your dick. You know you want me to." "No, I don't.' "Yes, you do. You want to see me wrap my pretty mouth around that big fuckin' cock of yours. You want to see that big dick of yours going in and out of my mouth. You want me to get on my knees in front of you like some fuckin' whore and blow you until you cum all over my face." "Stop it." "Why, man. You chicken?" "Shut up fag." "Big man's too scared?" "I said shut up." "Here, man. You want to see my dick?" Brian stood up and pushed down his pants. His long soft dick flopped out. He took it in his hand and started shaking it. "You see this, man? This is a dick. You’ve got one. I’ve got one. You’re not so special." "Put that thing away." "No, man. I don't think I will. I like having it out. I like having it out and showing it to you." "Really, Bri. Put that away. Chill out." "I will not chill out. You think you're such a big fuckin' stud. Well, I got a dick too, man. This is my dick. You got a problem with that." "Brian, I mean it. Stop it." Brian dropped back into his chair. "No. I’m not going to stop. As a matter of fact, I don't think I’m going to stop at all." He started to massage his cock while A. J. watched. It didn't take long for it to start to swell up. Having A. J. watch him helped to get it hard. A.J. freaked. "You’re going to have to leave, man." He went over and tried to pull Brian out of the chair. But Brian had the advantage. He had a grip on A. J.'s shirt and wouldn't let go. "No, man. I’m not leaving." He suddenly shoved his hand down the front of A. J.'s pants and grabbed his dick. "Oh, baby. You got a nice piece." A. J. tried to push him away, but he couldn't do anything because Brian wouldn't let go. "Man, stop this shit." Brian laughed in his face. "No." Before A.J.j. knew what was happening, Brian had dropped down, pulling A.J's pants down as he went, and wrapped his mouth around all of his soft cock. "No." Brian looked up, holding A.J.'s cock in his mouth. He tightened his jaws, almost as if to bite it off at the base. "No, man. Don’t do this." Brian started to work the cock around in his mouth. He used his tongue to tease it. It started to get hard. A. J. watched as Brian kept at it. He saw his cock get harder in Brian’s mouth. Then Brian began pulling back until only the head was in his mouth. then he would move forward again, taking A.J.'s cock back. The first shine of wetness covered the dark surface of his hardon. Brian lifted a hand to help his sucking. He wrapped it around the base of A.J.'s dick. "Man," sighed A. J.. With his other hand, Brian started to jerk himself off. A.J. put his hands on the back of Brian’s head and started to work his dick in and out of Brian’s mouth. Brian was right. It did turn him on to see his fat dark cock going into that pretty blond boy's mouth. "Yeah," he said. "Come on faggot. Suck my dick." That was what Brian wanted to hear. He started sucking harder. His own cock was a rock in his hand. He had seen A.J..'s dick before. And wanted it. Now he had it in his mouth and he wasn't going to stop until that cum was all over his face. "Yeah, man," A.J. moaned. "Do me." Before things went any further, Brian wanted something else. he moved underneath and started licking A.J.'s balls. This was o.k. with A.J. too. There was this guy down there licking his balls and stroking his long cock at the same time. He had been horny all evening. His balls hurt from the pressure that had been building up. what the hell. Brian took A. J.'s hairy balls into his mouth and sucked. I might not get another chance at this, he thought. better make the best of it. He looked up. A.J.. was watching him. With a look on his face like he was about to blow. Better do this now, Brian thought. He moved his mouth back onto A.J.'s cock. And started sucking hard. A.J.. was getting close. "Yeah, do it, man" he groaned. "Do it. Suck my cock." Brian thought he was going to wait until A. J.shot, but he couldn't. It was too hot. He beat his dick faster and faster as he sucked A. J.. Then he came. Hot cum ran over the sides of his hand and down onto the hotel carpet. When he saw Brian cum, A. J. was kind of put off, but he tried to get it out of his mind. Just concentrate. It wasn't so much Brian’s mouth on his cock that finally got him off. It was Brian’s hand jerking hard and tight on his dick. As he came, shooting five or six thick loads across Brian’s face, he leaned back and roared.

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35 Gay Erotic Stories from Max sprouse

[name]

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1107

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1108

1109

1109 what the hell was that, kevin thought. i'm just getting back after looking for sex all night, and a.j.'s already done. i wonder what kind of trash bitch he found tonight. i don't know how he does it. he's not that good-looking. i'm better looking than he is. everybody says so. how come he gets all the action and i spend hours wandering the streets without so much

Alley

alley area. it was not a good neighborhood to be in. not if you were a nice person. about ten blocks away from downtown, it lay on both sides of a thoroughfare not known for high class. if you mentioned cabell street to someone, their first thought was of liquor stores and hookers. there were those. and on-their-way-to-derelict apartment

Ballad, Part 1

josh grew up in kansas. josh grew up gay in kansas and that meant that he grew up in his kansas, a kansas that he was different from the kansas seen by the people around him. as he grew up, he realized in what way his kansas was different. the people around him—he was sure—did not see the world and its inhabitants as he did. he believed they saw the guy who worked at the gas

Ballad, Part 2

kree . . . kree . . . kree . . . kree . . . josh heard the cricket chirping. it pulsed above the other noises. the steady low rush of the water. the occasional whisper of wind through the trees above him. josh couldn’t sleep. at first he blamed it on setting up his tent hurriedly. he should have searched out a different campsite. the ground was hard here. then he blamed it on

Bath

it burns. it burns my skin. how can water burn my skin? when i first turn on the water, it takes it about two minutes to get as hot as i know it can get. or as hot as i know i can bear. then i put the plug in. it takes another ten minutes for the bathtub to fill up to the level i need. enough time to figure out what music to play. usually i don’t take this kind of bath

Behavior

it’s one of those stories that starts and ends in the bar. it was a saturday night and i was being my usual raunchy self. the single life appeals to me and i have learned how to do it well. so i was working the bar like a horny gay man. this performance—as such it is—consisted of posing suggestively, walking boldly, and drinking madly. the intention was to portray a

Blowing Stupid Boys

bow down before the one you serve :nine inch nails ‘head like a hole’ * * oh, i always recognize temptation. i don’t always resist it but i always recognize it just before i leap off the cliff. i can tell that it’s temptation by an inconvenient voice in my mind that says ‘you know, max, this might not really be the best idea in the world’. it’s a voice i usually ignore. *

bouquet

helllllllloooooooooo :bobberrrrrrrrrrrrr? are you there? :whoooooooooo +yes cal im here +i wasnt sleeping :soory. i just got home +no problem :sorry :what time is it there :what time is it there :i didn’t want to call too late +no problem :were you asleep? +no, just resting :should i go +no +whats up? :nothing. just got home. told you id call so here iam +how was the

Brickport

“hey.” “hey.” “don’t get up.” “what time is it?” “about four.” “where have you been.” “brickport.” “brickport?” “yeah.” “oh . . . why?” “i went home with someone.” “oh.” “yeah . . . well.” “i see.” “go back to sleep.” “not yet . . . i was worried.” “i was o.k.” “i’m sure.” “hey.” “i know, i know.” “we said

Butt Fuck Nebraska

the letter gary walked in, sorting through the mail. “anything interesting?” “no. bill. bill. the ‘advocate’. junk. ‘you may already be a winner’ . . .” “i like to think so.” “a postcard from jim and tommy.” “bitches.” “the beach looks nice.” “tan bitches.” “oh, good. a letter from mom.” “b- . . . how nice.” “hey!” “she’s your mother but she’s my mother-in-law. she’s just

Dangerboy

six months ago it was early morning and some of the company were outside the station. we were sitting around drinking our coffee, watching the steam rise as we warmed our hands on the cups. the sun had made an appearance shortly before, the morning fog was evaporating, and nobody was doing much talking. still waking up. jim broke the silence. “anybody know anything

Dare

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fight club--the missing scenes

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jail tale

“what happened to theseus and pirithous in the end?” “that was the end—their last adventure was down to hades and they were caught, bound in invisible chains. theseus was rescued finally but he had to leave his friend behind. in the chain the love of comrades cannot take away.” tom stoppard: the invention of love i was in the wrong bar. i was looking down at the fat pink cock of

Life In The Forest

i was not in a good mood when i got home. as i loosened my tie, robbie came out of the kitchen. “what’s up, babe?” “urgh,” i grunted. he chuckled. “oh, did him have a bad day at work?” i grunted again as i flopped down in my chair. he came over and stood behind me. he began massaging my shoulders. “yes him did. him is all tired and grumpy.” having my shoulders rubbed felt

memory : the van

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metal

“how about you put a knife up my ass.” “i’d love to.” “no, i mean it.” | “that’s really sick.” “well, yes.” “and you could hurt yourself.” | “how about it.” “no, i told you.” | “how about now.” “what’s the matter with you.” | “you know what i’m thinking.” “no, what.” “about that knife.” “forget it.” | “i could do it myself, you know.” “what.” “the knife.” “jesus.”

mystery achievement

one i got the job because i was a gay man who knew how to keep his mouth shut. it’s a rarer quality in these days than some might think. that’s not the entire reason, but it’s a good place to start. the real beginning was with kevin. now, kevin did not show up at the bars all that much. i might see him there maybe once a month. but he always spoke to me, and i remembered him

Photograph

i have always had a thing for dark-eyed men. i don’t mean italians or greeks or the others with mediterranean blood. i mean the ones with dark circles around their eyes, or eyes that are slightly sunken in their faces. the ones who look like they haven’t been sleeping well. the ones who have a haunted mournful look. even the ones who look like they’ve been in a fight. black eyes

Real

i got off the chatroom because i’m not a fuckin’ whore, like those other guys. yeah, if your name is holepig, i’m talkin’ to you. yeah. right. if i stay in both friday and saturday night, it drives me crazy. i really only regretted friday night because that’s my dancing night. who was it? martha graham? “wherever a dancer stands ready, that spot is holy ground.” ----------- the

Spider's House

do you know how to get to spider’s house? xxxxxxxx i do. xxxxxxxx does that make me special? not really. a lot of guys know how to get there. but then a lot more guys have heard about it—and want to go, badly—and don’t know where it is. xxxxxxxx if you’re really pestering someone, they’ll eventually get tired of you and give you the directions. but they know that you’ll never

Stuff

“that’ll be $150 for two guys.” “fine.” “per hour.” “fine.” moving is such a bitch. you collect stuff. this lamp from your first apartment. this couch from your first lover. this bed from your third lover. these dishes, those cd’s. and it’s all important. when you move, you have to take it all with you. after a while i learned it was better not to bother

summer sun

i. by that august, i had been with doug for two years. not ‘with’ in the sense of living with him. but i had been his boy for two years. i had had one daddy before. but now i was with doug. ii. it was early august when he told me that we were going away for the weekend. so on friday afternoon i was packed and waiting for him when he drove up to my apartment building. we

the best years of our lives

he and i had been lovers for a while. i had left my first lover for him. there may have been some bad behavior on my part. my first lover was out of town and i had picked up the one who would be my next lover in a bar. we got it off and hit it off and started meeting on the sly. many lies and excuses for lateness to the first lover, of course, so that the new one and i could

the ghost of danny boyd

i open my eyes and look out into the dark of the bedroom. i don’t think i have been asleep. maybe i have been. i had been drifting, trying. as the few seconds pass i separate the blocks of black and grey, identifying them. those long lines are the curtains, that square is the chest, the silver whisper is the mirror. their blurred edges and indistinct borders blend the dark and

The Hold

i’m gonna quote a line like, like, from, from, uh, yeats i think it is, like from him, and that’s called the best lack all conviction while the best are filled, no, no, it’s the other way around, the best lack all conviction (laughs) and the worst are filled with a passion and intensity now you figure out where i am.” lou reed live—take no prisoners (1978) — my apartment was the

the quiet boy

“come here.” “what?” “come here.” “why?” “because i said so, you stupid fuck.” “oh.” “stand here.” “here?” “yes.” “ . . .” “ . . .” “now what?” “shut up.” “yes, sir.” “ . . . ” “ . . . ” “ . . . ” “ . . . ” “take off your pants.” “yes, sir.” he did. i got on my knees in front of him and began to suck his cock. it went from soft to hard right away. well, i’m a good

The Sound Of His Voice

one .. “you’re going to listen to me and do everything that i say.” his arms were stretched forward, palms flat against the wall on either side of my head. he leaned into me, emphasizing the words with his steady gaze. i kept looking into his eyes. .. maybe i should go back a bit. .. it had been a rough couple of months. i had been dating this one guy for a while—four dates,

this week

the complexity of the ngor mandalas mirrors the complexity of vajrayana ritual. the combination of the intricate image and the equally involved literary texts associated with the mandala, as for all vajrayana ritual, means that the task facing the devotee would be overwhelming without the direct involvement of the guru as a guide through these layers of religious worship. —robert e.

to...

my friend john lived in a village west of oxford. every year or so, when i made a trip to london to visit my publisher, i would tear myself away from the museums and the theaters—and the bars and the british men with their sweet and sexy accents—to visit him for a few days. after several weeks in the city, it was nice to get away and savor some quiet country life. and i did

Triangle

“does he HAVE to be a virgin?” i wondered. adam looked at me. “if he does, we’re shit out of luck here.” i scanned the bar. “this is a pretty tacky bunch,” i agreed. “monsters everywhere, and very few gods.” “i haven’t seen a god in here for ages.” “for that matter, i haven’t seen god himself in here for a long time either.” “i see god when i’m dancing.” “yeah, well. that’s

up against it 1999

“anything worth doing, is worth doing in public.” —joe orton: up against it (1967) (title and opening credits. music: the ad libs, “boy from new york city.) (scene: florida, summer.) (fade up to four young men in a convertible). nick: man, i can’t wait to get to the beach. jeff: yeah, it’s hot. drew: it’s too fuckin’ hot.

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