Taxi Zum Klo, Queer Life as It Should Be
If Taxi Zum Klo is a success here in London there is hope for this country, for the future of queer culture, and there will be somewhere else for young queer artists to turn to for inspiration, a place of joyous sex and kind relationships and fun, somewhere that is not the dreary middle-class shit … Read more
Things You Don’t Remember
(Ong) He remembered my name. He remembered the day, about six months ago, when we lay in bed together after sex – he’d driven up from South London, it was a Sunday – and the window had been open and all you could hear were the birds chirping; the weather was unseasonably warm and a … Read more
Kill Me
It happens in the group-sex area of the sauna. It happens after you’ve made eye contact, gawked intently at each other. It happens after you’ve started to kiss, after you’ve felt his body against yours. You have always been a slut for those tall smooth boys, the Polish-looking ones, with the lean, solid bodies, hairless … Read more
A Quiet Place
We kidnap him, me and the two Polish bouncers. They’re big guys, 6’3″, maybe more, and broad, chests like fucking barrels, and we shove the little guy into the back of the van, just him there with the two bouncers, and me up front at the wheel, and we keep heading East. The plan was … Read more
A Substantial Cock
I see the two Spanish guys first, but with him I take my time. No need to hurry. There’ll be more guys in the gym, but I’m here in the locker room, I’ve just arrived, and I walk in and there they are, all three of them naked. The two Spanish guys – beautiful in … Read more
A Man in My Bed
Young men – can we ever get enough of them? Especially the tall slim ones, the agile ones, the ones whose skin is soft and pliable, who are uninhibited, who are driven my pleasure and hunger. I meet a lot of them during my visits to London’s subterranean haunts of promiscuity. How refreshing these young … Read more
