Best Gay Erotica 2005 by Richard Labonté

Author:Richard Labonté
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Cleis Press Start
Published: 2012-09-24T04:00:00+00:00

Sometimes I ponder whether what I do is actually a crime. It’s this doubt, on reflection, that makes me stop short of murder; murder is a crime, without question… but what I do? If the “victim” never takes you to the police—when, in fact, they tend to leave your house almost as serene as they’d been when they’d entered it—are they a victim at all? Rather like Schrodinger’s Cat, it’s not a crime unless it’s witnessed as such. Surely. But then that would equally mean that Casey’s stepfather was entitled to rape his boy-charge—so long as Casey never complained. And as far as Casey’s stepfather is concerned, Casey never complained. He saved it until now, until the likes of me came along to offer comfort and sympathy, a father figure. History repeating….

As I hang him up again, the gentle fuck over, he doesn’t bother to so much as wriggle; I’ve broken him, finally. He’s mentally and physically sick of the challenge to be anything more than an object for me. He can’t imagine how much more than that he is, which is perfect beyond words. His head hangs forward, the golden ringlets aspiring to the floor like a waterfall shielding its almost paradoxically calm inner sanctum. There’s a barely perceptible shudder running around the muscles of his entire body—first his right thigh, sending a current through the down, then up the contour of his waist; a twitch of the fingers; a slight, involuntary shake of the mane. He shakes it for me even more as I reach through and fondle his soft balls, whisper his name….

It’s fully dark as I settle down on the sofa again, tapping future memories into my laptop. I stop to turn the heating up a little. The lack of nourishment over several days has left him cold as well as weak; I can almost hear his teeth chattering.

I was in a band when I was in my late teens and early twenties. We got some attention and it was only fifteen or so years ago; it’s not as though I have no clue about the lifestyle. I was the lyricist and singer, just like Casey, but I soon became bored; I never found my musical soulmates, I suppose—people who’d wait for me to write something I loved and love it too. It’s not a problem, because so many artists ask for me in a guest capacity that I still feel connected to the music world without the pressures. And I still enjoy the perks of celebrity status, including the few peculiar ones of my own making. I never liked performing anyway; as a poet, you don’t have to do too much of that.

Casey, on the other hand, loves to be on stage. He must have mentioned it at least once in every mail he sent me. Not that I needed to be told, in the first place; you can see it from any live footage. He’s not a cock rocker—just a plain old-fashioned singer with a big voice and leather jeans, belting it out and making love to his audience between every song.

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