understall007
On the Prowl
Right when the web broke into Europe (93-94) I met a guy from LA in a darkroom here. We had sex and apparently I made an impression on him. Not sure how it is now, I don't have public sex or one night stands anymore. But as young colt, I was pretty much of a bugger. from what some men told me, one difference, even back then, was that I did have "personal" sex, even in a darkroom cabin. I mean, the foreplay, the attention I gave the other, not just use him as fuck bag.
At the end, he told me that he writes accounts of his real encounters and asked my permission to write about ours. I agreed and he sent me the text in an email. Don't remember his name, I was always a sucker remembering names. Whether he published in periodicals or as stand alone, can't remember.
What I liked about the story was that he wasn't using words that most wannabe erotic writers do. No offense, these days someone will be offended because the sun rose in the morning. I mean no disrespect, only say that because erotic stories with glistening cock heads and moist tight assholes didn't do shit for me. His story was an eloquent account, with detail that an artist would put in his work to transmit an idea/feeling. Almost as a documentarist, the way he wrote was sincere and the erotic note was coming from just what happened.
And the question: are there writers out there who still do this? (please no women writers pretending to be males, pretending their story is true!)
I love auto biographical books written by hookers or city sluts, things that really happen. In that way I feel like being part of that, that I've been there and met even more guys, in more events, than I already did. But that learning doesn't come from me beating off while reading the subtitles for a porn flick but from the description of the hunt and man-man interaction. Probably a notion less familiar this day and age.
Thanks for suggestions!
At the end, he told me that he writes accounts of his real encounters and asked my permission to write about ours. I agreed and he sent me the text in an email. Don't remember his name, I was always a sucker remembering names. Whether he published in periodicals or as stand alone, can't remember.
What I liked about the story was that he wasn't using words that most wannabe erotic writers do. No offense, these days someone will be offended because the sun rose in the morning. I mean no disrespect, only say that because erotic stories with glistening cock heads and moist tight assholes didn't do shit for me. His story was an eloquent account, with detail that an artist would put in his work to transmit an idea/feeling. Almost as a documentarist, the way he wrote was sincere and the erotic note was coming from just what happened.
And the question: are there writers out there who still do this? (please no women writers pretending to be males, pretending their story is true!)
I love auto biographical books written by hookers or city sluts, things that really happen. In that way I feel like being part of that, that I've been there and met even more guys, in more events, than I already did. But that learning doesn't come from me beating off while reading the subtitles for a porn flick but from the description of the hunt and man-man interaction. Probably a notion less familiar this day and age.
Thanks for suggestions!