John Galaor

it all depends on the meaning of the word gay. In some cultures, like around Mediterranean shores, being gay, in he old known word being a fag, was to play a passive of feminine role. Like sucking dick or taking it up the ass, or jerking someone's dick. In other cases, like in Muslim countries in the past, it was a fag only an adult playing a passive role. But as many young boys or adolescents were sodomized this was considered a hazard of age, they had to endure. This do not tainted at all the reputation of this adolescents. It is farther north, and in higher classes, that reputation was at risk in either position you played, top or bottom. Then, in the southern countries, to take up the ass was meant to be a fag, or a gay in modern language. Then, you have to have a great interest for experimentation and knowledge, to risk your reputation by taking up in the ass. It is very difficult to settle this question. Then, if being gay is being submissive, and prone to obey another males, then it is easy that a person find himself in the position of become an "insertee". While the ordinary dominant male, has a vocation of being an "inserter". Then, being sub-dominant or submissive makes one a gay? Then the question of "he liked" being taken up the ass. It this occurrence natural? Anybody who is has his prostate massaged by a hard dick feel pleasure? Or only a few persons have this kind of sensibility? It is very difficult to study this, for it involves a lot experimentation with real people, both confessed gay or straight. As for being attracted to other males... this is real complex. Are only the gays attracted to other males? We are social animals, and many males that consider themselves straight had a great admiration and subordination for some natural leaders, that are mostly tops. Then, how far can go in their submission ordinary guys towards their leaders? So, you see, that this is a very complex question.

I had the idea that I made a Review of your story, Frostina. But as I do not see any in this page, I must be wrong. Then, I will mend the omission here. Wow! It's amazing! You had won, 17 reviews so far. This had made me recall of Mark Spitz that won 7 gold medals in the Olympics. I do not feel comfortable adding another praise to the general clapping of so many people. I feel better when praising the works of lonely or forgotten authors that are not blessed with popularity. I do not feel very well among the crowd, nevertheless I am adding another praising review to the general applause. The merit of the story is greater being your first.

A wonderful tale, Hugh. I loved it. I have to confess I never had read a story about vampires before, for I thought they were not mainstream literature. Well, I do not know yet if they are mainstream or not. In this story, your style suits more to my ability to read, or my tastes as a reader, than in other I read recently. If I would not liked the story I would not had read more than a few lines. And I would not be praising this story either.

Tending the Sheep Just in the morning, Gyalo awoke me to go soon for herding the sheep. It was still dark outside and we did our morning prayers in a short flash. He had made a small fire to heat some water, we washed our faces a little with our wet fingers and muttered our after washing mantras. Then we did our breakfast of crisp bread with some slices of lard. We had them taking small sips of warm water with a pinch of salt. For from these mountains we get not salt and we can get si

it is difficult to argue this concept, the Alpa Male. What makes an alpha male? It can be the look? But what look? Everybody has his own look. To be cute, or to be a beauty, is not the stuff of being an alpha male. Then, what is? It can be a complex of variables. On a hand, probably the the main point is the amount of testosterone in the blood. The normal spread is between 1000 and 200 ngr/dl (nanograms per deciliter) Then it is not the same thing to have 1000 than to have a level of 200 Then, there is the oxitocine. This hormone is also important to make friends of both sexes. I have the theory that these hormones play a role in our behavior and also on our social success and acceptance. Then in this story of the hormones, we have nothing sure. in the sense that a part are defined by the genetics, and other part is define by epigenetics. Then environmental circumstances alter the genetic program of a fetus, or a small kid, making him different. For the environment has altered the basic program in some form. This question is nothing more than a lot guessing theories. Is too complex a theme. Then, while the levels of testosterone are defined in part by the genetics, if conditions of environment are against this person, the levels of testosterone would be depressed just to a point. Then the habits of life, also define our levels of testosterone. Then more sport we do the most testosterone we have in blood, simply because we need it for the development of muscles. Basically, lust has a relation with testosterone, but the need of it for hard sports, lust has not many opportunities to appear. So, the sportive types can show a low level lust compared to other males less sportive. Then, to define the alpha male is rather difficult among humans. For it needs an undetermined combination of brawn and brain. But not only brain, but social skills as well and that has a relation with the oxitocine. Oxitocine make us loving persons and lovable at the same time. Then, the exact formula is unknown yet. There is also in the role of human beings, the signs of social rank, as determined by the our clothes and our car, and even our way of speaking. There is a way of speaking of high class. In the same way that there is a lower class language, or a nerd language, and other classes of language. Then anyone can disagree with all this. Nothing is sure, all arguments can be challenged. John Galaor

Starting a new Life. The next morning the continuous ringing of a bell was awakening me. This was to me a very unkind sound as I was still sleepy. All the boys were in a hurry putting on their red tunics. I was like stunned, not fully awakened, but Angi appeared already clothed with my red tunic folded in his hands. “You have to hurry up and put on your tunic”, he said. I recalled then that the tunic had passed the night under my mat. He smiled nicely at me and said, “You best hurry o

The Sad Departing The day I had to go to the monastery was very sad. I was leaving behind my friends and my mother, but also my brothers. I would miss frolicking in the bed with my brothers and cousins that come home often. For all we share the same place to sleep, all wrapped in the same blankets and other clothes for sometimes the nights are freezing. But the worse it would be for I will miss my favorite sweets made with sampa flour, butter and honey. So, at the coursed morning, m

This is a life of an older adolescent that was put in a monastery in the mountains of Ranya-Kushy for undisclosed reasons.

Well, you are great, man! I loved it. I really mean it. It is not often that I read something so well written. Sometimes... I had to confess, I could not read more than a few lines of a story. I feel sad, for in such a case I cannot shower the author in praises. When I have nothing pleasant to tell to an author, I shut up. Your story creates a flood of expectations. It had made me read faster, in eagerness to see what would happen in the next chapter. Thumps up, man. I loved it.

The next day. It was a little sad when the young black left. All the detainees were freed and the jail remained now almost empty, with only seven persons in. The Spanish people went back to sing and one of them, the most short and slender was doing some dances wearing only his underwear. Some of the Spanish soldiers there, were watching him with mild leering eyes. I am not sure if any of them was lusty enough to use him during the nights. I felt not any attraction for the slender boy. I

Thank you very much, Andy. I had been working to find out errors and correct them. The problem is that I commit many errors writing even in my own language. The trouble is that perhaps I read too fast. Then, the eye reads by jumping. It makes two or three jumps per line. So the mind fills the space between the words it step on. So, to really correct a story, one needs to read very very slowly.

I found the first page or so a little fuzzy, but then the story got a faster pace and was full of thrilling. It was a nice story in itself. But I found the end a little too sweet. I missed in the story a little the boiling of lust accepted that it would contained by the pressure cooker of civilized manners. In general, I give you an A- for the story.

This could be a sound reasoning. the purpose of love is sexual gratification. Then, even if one can get some pleasure in a virtual context of long distance, by chatting in typing mode, or by phone, the prospects of a future pleasure can fade, unless one puts some date for the realization of the dream. Other reason to the failure of LDR could be, that one member of the couple, would find a suitor to love nearer him. Then if you had real flex to enjoy, you do not need the virtual one.

it could involve more problems that having little time exposed to natural light. In winter we tend to live more time indoors and the physical exercise can be almost non-existent. Then, if you couple a working time indoors with staying indoors at home later, we had not time for physical exercise. This could depress anyone also. All the depressive person I had known were not much involved with exercise. It is the typical problem of who was first the hen or the egg. People do not walk outside or go to a gym because is depressed, or he gets depressed because he do not exercise enough. Then, either way, short daylight hours and cold conditions, can keep you hidden at home, doing nothing more than watch TV. Too much time watching TV and not walking outside can also beget depression. I had a relative that enclosed himself at home watching TV all the time, and he ended up with a horse size depression.

well, this chapter is even better. I like the story from the start, but I had some problems with the mechanics of the story. Then, the second part was better. And now the third part is quasi perfect. It is at some millimeters of perfection. I was going to say some micras, but I dont want to exaggerate. Well, he end is a little bitter-sweet. Like our heart is gripped or something. As a reader I felt like Robert. I am not sure if this thing can continue, or we just know that everything is lost forever. In the case, it explains the rare way the first part started. You got a great story here, JMH I wish you a great success for the future.

well, man. If my former review of chapter 1 was not quite enthusiastic, this one is my opinion a smashing chapter. I do not know it Americans call smashing to a very thrilling story. Here you have embroidered here a sort of masterpiece, man. I was really impressed. It is much better, I was caught in surprise. I cannot say more praises, for it could looked excessive. Thanks, man, for the story.

well, JMH I think you deserve a review for this story. It is very moving, very well written, even if I rarely say that, for I am a fastidious perfectionist. Then to be perfect... as I like the stories, this one needs a couple of minutes more boiling. Nevertheless, it is not common to find such gripping stories. I would check other works of you. I am sure many of them would be hits.

A lovely story, Myr. I have to concede you a master in literature. Quite nice and easy to read. Wonderful. And now for the criticism of me, as a reader. I ignored some of those Saxon words you uses so often. Any way, I had not read Harry Potter. This explains my ignorance on this words. Well, I met a small error when you write <<Draco started writing around moaning in obvious pleasure.>> I was a little puzzled for some seconds, for English is a foreign language to me. Then I thought, it must be "writhing". A typing mistake. I make lots of them. Then, I had a lot of fun surprises. I had been watching a little some scenes of Harry Potter in TV and I thought a few times, these two boys need to turn all this hate into love. Thye deserve to f**k each other. Well, I have to mention the phrase you used in this story, <<As soon as Harry pulled off from Draco's now rock hard dick, he used his wand to cast a lubricating spell on it. He then shuffled forward a bit and sat on Draco's dick. Harry's face screwed up tight in the sudden combination of pain and pleasure he felt.>> That paragraph was great. I envy your mastery, Myr. Real good "Harry pulled off from Draco's now rock hard dick, he used his wand to cast a lubricating spell on it." A lubricating spell, it is priceless. I was disappointed to see this story has not any review. Then, here is mine. English is not my language, but I can discern when I have a lot of pleasure reading and when not. So you deserve a "sash of honor", or even the "order of the garter" pour le merit. Thanks, Myr for the nice minutes you gave me of pleasure.

Conversation after work At five o’clock in the afternoon Dave and Jimmy finished their work. They went walking home to have a dinner and a shower. They accorded to meet at a cross with Gwendaline street and the main road to go back to a rent room with breakfast they had paid for a week. Dave was happy. He had a weird full satisfaction in his body. He felt... sort of realized. “I am eager the night comes again.” Said Dave. “What for?” Replied Jimmy. “What could it will be f

Jimmy had arrived recently from the Pacific islands of Kiriwati. Then he starts working in a building site in the island of Cambria where he met another boy, two years older Dave, who shows a proverbial bulge in his trousers. Then, after some days of Dave wooing Jimmy, they passed their first night together in the single bed of a rent room. The day after, they had a conversation that is the stuff of this story.

That is a wonderful story, Myr. I cannot believe the elegance of your write is so real. Even if the background of the story is what I call pseudo-archaic, and I never read this sort of stories.... I was totally gripped into reading. I was prisoner of the expectations your telling was creating. That made me realize I am learning a lot from your stunning ability as a writer. I cannot believe it. I had been reading stories that caught me in a tight grip before. But they were using a lot of fireworks and special effects. You had caught me with a minimal effort, with an unbelievable easiness. I have to thank you for this story.

well, if you think you are weird, I am a Martian. An alien from outer space or something. I am moved first by lust. Then, as the question of living with someone, never was by my mind. Perhaps I am too... I do not believe in a stable relationship. And never tried any. I believe it could easily degenerate in abusive behavior. As for companionship... I am not sure this even could work. Then only bond between two males, I do not know about females, is lust, while is high or in the point of boiling up. I remember of a time when I was in something similar to a relationship. I was in prison them, for nearly a year. We were like 40 people sleeping in a ward during nights, and resting sitting on the floor, when we were not on the yard, walking around. The first relationship I witnessed was that of an old inmate, who sort of married to a young boy, that could be as old as 18, at most. The boy looked very young and had a very cute face. Then, someone pointed them to me and said, "they are married". I was a little shocked, for I am talking of a time... like fifty years ago. I was a young boy then. Well, this couple as afar as I know was stable. The boy was like a girl. I mean he looked girlish. He had thick lips, that is a fetish for me. I love think lips. Well, the man looked like a thug, and he had a reputation as being a nasty character to be feared. One day as I walked up and down in the ward, I saw the head of the thug was laying on the thighs of the boy. It seemed that... I saw something weird and I turned back over my steps. The peculiar thing saw was... the thug was s***king on the d**k of the boy. It looked like the boy had a member of good size. It was not real big, but a lot bigger than mine anyway. Well, this was not the case I was going to tell. But it was a stable relationship. My case started as... well, after my first week of inactivity in the ward... I was full of lust. And the place was full of males. I had not any sissy manners, but I did not want to be called a fagot or something. I was scared with this prospect. During the nights, we spread out our mats for sleeping. Then, one of the night I was specially horny, I started to jerk off the boy next to my bed. He was sleeping and I had real big and hard member in my hand. I was very excited jerking it up. Then, then boy awoke as he was going to have an orgasm. Perhaps he was dreaming of being f**king some chick. As he awoke, he felt like stunned. He was in prison, and his d**k had the hand of someone jerking it up. He was about to start making a fuss shouting "here a fagot" or something. But he reacted in time and shut up. Perhaps he feared his reputation could be tarnished if people new that a gay was jerking his dick. He would be the dartboard of jokes for the rest of his time in prison. During the day he told to another mate of his case of me jerking him while he was sleeping. I do not know what the talked. But in the evening, a guy who had the bed in the site in front of me, arranged with the boy next to him, to change his bed site for mine. Then, the new guy asked me in a whisper, "you like c**k, don't you?" I said, yeah. Then he commented, "it's all right. Any time you need it, you can get mine." Ok, was my reply. Then, after the light was switched off, my hand reached for his c***k and I started to play with it for a while. Then, wehn he was horny, he said to turn on. I did and he fu***d my ass. We had been in this relationship for ten or twelve months. A very stable relationship. But this arrangement was kept a secret. We were not friends, neither we have similar tastes. We never walked together or chatted. So we were living as if nothing was happening between us. I suppose he was a petty thug, and it was not a badge of honor to be known as having a relationship with a gay. It is not a question of brag about this arrangement. Of course, the relation was not perfect. I had to bear my own lust during several days. For I got the idea that his lust was not as great as mine. And I feared he would be tired of my demands. Other aspect of the unbalance was that I would love he would had played with my d**k and even let me have his ass. But as any self respecting thug, I assumed that he would not accept any of this fantasies of my mind. I assumed that he saw him as being a top. But I have the theory that he was not. He was rather tame, and short. He had not a strong brave character. I am sure, that a big man with a strong character would had used him as a bottom. Then the trouble in a relationship touches many crucial points. Not only a question of character. Not only a question of tastes. But also, it is a question of lust. When the lust is unbalanced in a couple the relation is heading to the reefs. I was not really a 100% bottom. It depended on some cycles. But mostly, lust was my commander. And that put me in dire straits a few times. John Galaor

Thank you very much. I was in page of editors but I do not see when I can post my story to be corrected.

thank you. I will try to determine what parts can of the story are awkward to correct them. If you are so kind, you can point any of these clumsy parts. I believe that a story should be as easy to read as possible.

Memories from a night in jail First Part A long, long, time ago, I had fled the Spanish army and ran out to Tangier. Later, I was caught in Tangier by the Moroccan police and sent in two days to Casablanca. I was put in a jail with other five Spaniards held there awaiting to be released in two or three weeks. After this time, they let me to get out, after declaring to a judge I was a deserter of Franco’s dictatorship. The jail was a small room 12 by 12 feet large.