Introduction: Very few of the postings on Nifty are written in verse. And yet poetry enjoys a time-honored tradition in the history of erotica. After receiving a lot of positive feedback to three of my earlier Nifty postings "The Cowboy Song," "Seven Sonnets for a New Lover," and These six poems do not form a single sequence as in the previous posts; they were written at different times, under different circumstances, and employ different poetic forms. However, they share a celebration for the visual enticements of the male body. . DECEPTION Im in the closet everywhere. The world thinks I am straight. I know Im lying. I dont care. The benefits are great.

I have continued to keep in touch with Tim and Lester via email, and occasionally I see one or the other in the chat room. For many months things continued according to the established routine I described in parts and . However, lately there have been some significant changes, so I decided it was time to bring my readers up to date. Both boys do enjoy hearing from interested men, so again I encourage you to contact them directly: Tims email is toyboynymailcity.com. Lester is littlelestermailcity.com.

If I were writing my version of the Trojan War, it would be a little different from Homers version. Instead of choosing the loveliest of three goddesses, in my version Paris will have to select the greatest fucker of three gods. Zeus, Mercury and Apollo all fuck Pariss little mortal ass. Zeus, who has been fucking mortals all over the world, fucks him doggy style. Mercury tells him to lay down and spread em and does it missionary.

Its a day of celebration in the Benningham home. Its little Walshs first birthday. Well, not really. Since he was born on February , he wont have an official birthday for three more years. His parents decided to celebrate today so Walshs uncle can be there. Proud father Michael is capturing the festivity with his new video camera. His wife has prepared a delicious leg of lamb.

All weekend, I pondered the events of the previous few days. These boys had amazingly prolific mantools and it was a real pleasure to me sucking them off in such abundance. Of course they were bathing me in humiliation, but that just made it all the more exciting. I was loving it, and I knew the rest of the semester was going to be wonderful. But I was also beginning to realize I truly loved these young men.

Mike asks, "Is that all he bought you? One lousy hamburger?" The brothers nod. "For both of you?" "Yeah, they get their own kids big meals. All they want." The younger boy is now talking through sobs. "I was so hungry. I grabbed one of Sissys french fries when I thought they wasnt looking." "And thats when he hit you and called you a thief.

Friday, I could hardly keep my mind on Shakespeare. I somehow got through my lecture and with ten minutes to go dismissed the class early. However, one young blond coed insisted on asking me a series of questions about her term paper topic. As much as I tried, I couldnt seem to shake her. Finally I broke free, and could once again get my mind on English for Jocks. I made a pit stop where I locked myself in a stall and jacked myself to

The next evening, about nine, I walked over to Reggies place and knocked on his door. The sound of scurrying inside was followed by the door pulled open a crack. "Mr. Cunt??" "Hi, Reggie. Werent you expecting me?" Reggie was pulling a bathrobe around himself. "No, fuck. Look. Im kinda tied up right now. Yoo picked a helluva time to cum here. I dont know what yoo want, Man, but maybe yoo can cum by tomorra.

It was only December , but it was already "beginning to look a lot like Christmas." Malcolm sat at his dining room table and tried to work on the Christmas cards, yet again. He had so many people this year to send to. There were all his Mothers friends, to whom he sincerely wanted to wish a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year, after all the kindness they showed to him last spring during Moms final illness. Malcolm practically lived at the hospital, thinking his presence would give Mom the will to fight the brain tumor. But she seemed to be in such distress.

By Monday, I was really getting excited about the prospects for English . When the boys arrived, several greeted me as Herb. They had all spent the weekend reading various Nifty stories. More actual reading than any of them had done in years, maybe ever. They kept bubbling over telling me and each other what stories turned them on and which ones were shit. Of my own work, the IOK story seemed to be the one they found most accessible.