A Gay Homoerotic Homosexual Tour of Boston

In the afternoon, Handsome and I decided to go downtown

We took the Red line train from Harvard Station

The train stormed through the underground tunnels like a cock being thrust into an ass canal

Inside the train, Handsome and I were holding hands

We were happy we'd found each other, happy we'd found love

We'd almost given up, thought we were incapable of loving and being loved, thought we were emotionless

But Love found us

As we were heading toward the Park Street station, a group of Buddhist monks danced past our seats chanting 'Jai Guru Deva Om'

At that moment we looked out the window at the opposite train speeding past ours and saw the reflection of our souls sitting in its seats, looking back at us

We got up and headed toward the Parkman Bandstand, inside which I danced pirouettes for my lover, balancing on the fin of a mechanical shark

We visited the 'Soldiers and Sailors' monument on Flagstaff Hill, overlooking the skaters on the Frog Pond

I told Handsome that the exquisitely phallic monument is dedicated to all the gay soldiers and sailors who found love among each other and against the odds

I was lying, of course...

We crossed Charles street to the Public Garden

We crossed the Lagoon Bridge

We went on a Swan Boat ride

As our thighs rubbed against each other, they caused my cock to grow

We bowed to "The Angel of the Waters" statue

We strolled down Commonwealth Avenue hand-in-hand, admiring the Victorian mansions and townhouses, gardens and statues

He stole a kiss from me as we passed under a blooming steel magnolia tree and my cock became hard like steel

The mere sound of his voice, his wanton voice made me hard

We prayed at the First Boston Unitarian Universalist Church, where the Bishop sanctified our love by placing his palms on both our heads as we knelt before him

We turned left on Dartmouth and again left on Huntington

We walked up Mass. Ave

The afternoon sun made the pavement and the bus stops and the people otherworldly

We reached the Mass. Ave bridge and went down to the Esplanade

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We viewed Boston from the Skywalk Observatory

We walked all the way around, his hand in my backpocket

As we were bathed by the afternoon sun, overlooking the Charles , the Esplanade and MIT, we locked our lips, there , in front of everyone to see

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The rays of the afternoon sun were glistening on the surface of the Charles

The cruel summer sun bathes our bodies

The dinghies were gliding on the water

We headed down to the Esplanade

A shirtless young men with an exquisitely shaped triangular back passed us by, jogging

We walked the expanse of the Esplanade, the warm sun hovering above us

We passed the Hatch Shell

Went to north end today to find paul revere house - stumbled upon st Anthony festival, were a statue of St. Anthony was covered with dollar bills, paraded and placed in a makeshift shrine for people to worship - many italians

We took our coffee at the Cafe Graffiti in the North End

We slipped, I and then he, into the bathroom, where Handsome 'took' me from the 'south end'

When we sat down in our wooden chairs, Handsome whispered in my ear so that it was slightly audible to the nearby customers 'Did I just FUCK you in the bathroom?'

When we where finished we wrote on the brick wall 'H + X = L.F.E.'

Next we strolled down Newbury Street to the Boston Architectiral College, which was designed in a quiet "Brutalist" (my baby took me aside to a cool, shadowy corner and fucked me brutally, it hurt, I ached and I ached for him, his cock filled my asshole real good, it felt so good against my pulsating prostate) manner - exposed concrete in and out (our souls were exposed to each other, like our bodies, too, he fucked my brains out), light-filled studios (all was light, all was serene, all was pure, time stopped, it stopped for us, for our love, our immaculate love) and a nicely sculpted stairway (like our sculpted, hard bodies)

He walked down to the Proctor Building, which enthralled us with its elegance and charm

So enchanted was I, that my right nipple stood erect and Handsome had to lick it to give me some temporary relief from the aching beauty I was feeling inside

...and there we were on Beacon Hill, our hearts: breaking; forced to glitter, forced...TO BE GAY

Then, we strolled around Beacon Hill, and walked across Acorn street, the most photographed street in Boston

This is actually a private way and considered dangerous to cross, but we CROSSED it anyway, hand in hand, heart to heart

Handsome and I visited the House of Odd Windows on 24 Pinckney Street

We pondered on the oddity of our love flourishing in a time of adversity and anguish

But then again, as they say, pain binds you closer to people than pleasure

We walked down Cambridge street and sat at the Au Bon Pain on the corner of Cambridge and Grove for some coffee and milk

We had some milk and then I sucked my baby's milk out of his cock under the table, while the sunshine bathed us from outside the window

Handsome and I visited the North End today; we had pastries at Dr. Pasquale's pastry shoppe.

As we were in the middle of our pastry, Dr. Pasquale hurried out of the kitchen and with a worried face told us 'You're in danger, children, your love is in danger'

We strolled down makeover street, stopped at Mama Maria's for lunch.

The angelic, fat Mama Maria came over to our table and warned us 'You're in danger, m children, your pure love is in danger - the hideous Dr. Harrison is plotting against you'

We stopped at St. Leonards Church, the first Catholic Church in Botolph, and prayed outside in the Peace Garden, overlooked by the statues of the Saints

My baby and I passed by All Saints Way in the North End

We knelt down to pray for our love, pray that it would last

The cool breeze from the alley of the saints sanctified our love for Eternity

He offered me a long-stemmed rosa rugosa rose from the bed near the Waterfront

I kissed his hand as I took it and then he shoved it up my ass with the thorns and made me bleed profusely and made my heart bleed as well - bleed with love

Then he fucked me, fucked me hard up my bleeding ass until he eviscerated me completely and as the intestines hung out my bloody ass, I thanked him - for loving me so hard

There, at the edge of the Custom House Block, looking to the open sea, the cool sea breeze blowing through our youthful soft hair, we blew each other - we blew each other hard, baby, in celebration of our youth and vitality

We visited the New England Aquarium, where we kissed deep -with tongue- in front of an exhibit of sharks and piranha fish, as a studly, shirtless seal trainer was doing his thing one level below

Beautiful

As we were strolling by the Ames building in downtown Botolph, Handsome and I, we noticed a handsome young man standing under the Romanesque arch at the entrance of the building, a tall, built, young man, with a yummy orange sweater, black tie, white shirt, and black pants and shoes

Handsome f*cked him right then and there in front of the building as the passerby s looked on unaffected. The young man then whipped out his cock and stuck it in Handsomes ass. That's how Handsome lost his virginity

Handsome and I visited the State Street Block building, one of the most beautiful buildings in Botolph

Its impressive Italianate detailing and vigor reminded us both of the detailed vigor of our young bodies

We stripped right there and then, in front of the admiring public and stood naked in front of the Block

Both our erectile tissues were engorged with hot blood

Handsome's immaculately white manhood, which measures at nine inches, was upward curving and traversed by thin blue veins resembling the blue waves in white marble

We just stood there, immotile, like the cilia in Kartagener's syndrome, like two perfect neoclassic statues, out immaculate youth frozen in time

Today, Handsome and I headed downtown to visit the Old State House, where the Revolution began

We kissed lightly as we stood outside on the 'Freedom Trail' plaque

We strolled inside the museum hand-in-hand, we marveled at the cocked hats and the phallic bayonets

He bought me a collection of commemorative revolutionary farthings and schillings, as a memento of our visit and our love

Handsome fucked me so hard, brutally, outside the New Brutalist City Hall building, relentlessly, I yelled, I screamed, I gasped, he fucked the air out of my lungs, I bled out of my lungs, he was relentless

We visited the concrete-lined plaza of Government Center, where the Howard Athenaeum once stood

This theater featured the first Italian opera ever performed in Boston

By the 1900's, the 'Old Howard', as it came to be known, featured vaudeville, burlesque and eventually, striptease

'That's how buildings decay', Handsome told me '...before they die...'

'It's the same with people', he continued, '...with men - their bodies whither and die ad sometimes they haven't had the chance to use them for pleasure'

He pondered for a few seconds, before adding 'Isn't it wonderful we found each other to fuck, before that happened to us?'

I nodded

I thought of the old closeted gay man I'd met at Aardvark, who spent his whole life poring over specimens

What did he achieve?

He lost his vigor, his youth, his vitality...his chance; to find happiness in the arms of another man

And now he sits there alone in his office cubicle, still poring over specimens and drooling over any young man that happens to come into his office

Or I remember that other established scientist, Head of the Department, Head of this, head of that - and all he really wanted (it was so easy to tell), was to give some head

I remember him bending over and directing his asshole towards me when I was in his office, unconsciously (or consciously ?), hoping to get fucked

How sad, how pitiful...as if a strange young man he'd just met, wold suddenly, out of the blue, strip off his pant and sodomize him

He married, fathered a son, done everything 'right', everything his circle expected him to do... and he was unhappy

Because all he really wanted was to break loose of that circle and join a jerk-off circle with other men

But he didn't, he lost his chance, his time, his allotted sex-slot

Anyway, in that hollow plaza with the perfect acoustic, which reminded me of Handsome's hollow asshole, in front of the courthouse, I sang to him, I sang 'O mio babbino caro' from Puccini's Gianni Schicchi, wrapped in a white linen tablecloth

Yes, white, because although we'd fucked so many times, we still remained pure, our hearts remained pure, even though our asses may have been violated and our cocks drained again and again

The cool Springtime breeze circulated in the hollow plaza and erected our already stimulated nipples, as the indirect sunlight bathed our naked flesh

At Faneuil Hall we met up with this strapping young man, a native Bostonian (and you know how manly they make men in Boston), hard as a rock, abs, pecs, cock busting out from every which direction of his gray dress pants and blue cotton shirt, a true angel of a man

He fucked us both

We moaned and groaned and he just kept on ramming us with his meat stick, he was insatiable, just reloading and fucking again and again without even messing up his clean-cut black short parted hair

He worked for the CIA, he was a bad-ass mother fucker, he fucked us up REAL good

We visited Kings Chapel on the corner of Tremont and School Street

I was taken aback by the beautiful organ in the gallery at the back of the Church

King's Chapel was the first church in America to use an organ

The one in the church today, its sixth, is the first mechanical action organ made in America in the previous century

Once outside the holy ground of the church, my mind turned to the erotic

That organ reminded me of Handsomes beautiful upslanting organ that glistens in the sunlight

We went across the street to the Omni Parker House and we fucked

Then we went next door to 'The Last Hurrah', the birthplace of the Boston Cream Pie, were Handsome fed it to me off his finger

As we were standing outside Borders bookstore and cafe, browsing the books on the outdoor shelves, I saw this stunning young man standing a few feet from the revolving entrance

A young man in his twenties he was...

He was with relatives, his parents perhaps...

He was tall and wearing jeans and a purple athletic jacket.

He had blond, wavy hair. Regarding him was like regarding the arrival of Springtime. It has as if he heralded the arrival of Spring. Such was the transforming power of his beauty, and although I'm straight, I couldn't help but be moved by his beauty

I remember this classmate I had in my final year of high school, with whom I was infatuated.

He was tall, dark and beautiful

He had penetrating, hypnotic eyes, a chin dimple, and crew cut, pitch-black hair

He looked a little bit like Harrison Ford, but better

His name was Achilles and he had beautiful long legs

The Irish famine memorial outside Borders Cafe reminded me how my heart hungered for love...

Then I made a mistake

I whispered something into Handsomes ear

He was shocked

That revelation signed the declaration of the condemnation of our sacred love

'La mia condanna ho scritto'

At that moment, over half of the nearby John Hancock Tower's 10,000 crystal panes detached from the building and
fell crashing to the ground, like tears from the moon

Likewise, our love was shattered forever, never to be again

It was all over

'aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa... tutto e finito...'

I ran into the night towards South Station in a flaming long red dress and took the first Peter Pan bus out of Boston