Introducing – Shaun Frisky’s Bookclub

Move over Oprah! I’m inviting you to join me in reading some of the hottest and inventive books around.
Words are sexy. Books are sexy. The thinking man is sexy. For me, books and sex are inextricably linked. Much of my adolescent knowledge about gay sex was formulated while frantically flipping through my stolen copies of Jack Hart’s anthologies. Ever since I was a teenager I’ve hung around the shelves of bookstores and libraries, looking to make eye contact with the quiet intense men who frequented them while flipping through a copy of some Genet near the Gay shelf. Several times I was able to tempt these bookish guys into the public bathroom so we could jerk each other off. During breaks when I worked at a Burger King my raunchy co-worker would climb into the backseat of my car so he could eat my ass out while I read William S Burroughs aloud. Later in college I’d suck off my hot eastern religion professor after he tutored me on the Vedas. For months I lived in the bedroom of a philosopher discussing Sartre and Wittgenstein in between bouts of dick swallowing and slippery ass fucking. I spent several months working for a website where I spent all day inside a penthouse filled with hidden cameras walking around in tight underwear, reading naked and jerking off in front of a camera for anyone who would pay to watch.
I’ve always believed that four walls, a book and a horny man are all that you need for a lifetime of paradise. Reading together in bed can be incredibly intimate and really get you in the mood… falling asleep in each other’s arms with the hard back at your side, it’s cover stained and the pages stuck together.
Watch out for listings about books that have found their way between my soiled bed sheets. Cumming next… Skin Lane by Neil Bartlett.