EROTIC FLASH FICTION 2015

Good evening. My name is Ernesto Sarezale, Erotic Award winning poet based in London (UK), and this year I am starting a new little literary  project: Erotic Flash Fiction 2015.  Each month I will be flashing at you a new installment of "erotic flash fiction".

In my favoured interpretation of this exciting modality of "short short" narrative, each piece will be less than 500 words long. Sometimes as short as 70 or 80 words. Short but sexy. 

We start in January on the upper deck of a London bus. In February we find ourselves at the Gents in a pub in Brixton. March takes us all the way to South Beach in Miami. April takes us to a different type of beach in the Miami area: Haulover Beach. May finds us in the seaside outskirts of Rome, in Lido di Ostia. In June, we find ourselves in the dark in Barcelona. July gets sweaty in the North of London. August witnesses a Dionysian scene in the Balearic Island of Formentera. September finds us in a park in Chicago on a sunny day. October and November are also hot and sweaty in a gay sauna in Central London. In December the temperature rises in a prison-themed sex club in San Francisco.

• December 2015 - In a sex club in San Francisco
• November 2015 - In the same gay sauna in London - pt2
• October 2015 - In a gay sauna in Central London - pt1 
• September 2015 - In a sunny afternoon in Chicago
• August 2015 - On the road in Formentera
• July 2015 - A public park in North London
• June 2015 - In a gay club in Barcelona
• May 2015 - By the seaside in Rome (Ostia)
• April 2015 - By Haulover Beach in Miami
• March 2015 - At a gay strip joint in South Beach
• February 2015 - From inside a cubicle at the Gents
• January 2015 - On a London bus

Erotic Flash Fiction: December in San Francisco

THE QUESTION WAS: HAVE YOU EVER SUCKED OFF MORE THAN ONE BLOKE AT THE SAME TIME?

It was December 2001 in a prison themed sex club in San Francisco. I was wandering around the fantasy locker room, wearing only a pair of short rubber chaps – with nothing underneath – when I was approached by a blond, fit, young man in tight blue jeans. He was topless. His muscled smooth chest and his masculine demeanour fit to perfection the American Beefcake stereotype. He got close to me and, looking at my uncircumcised cock, he asked with a smile: “Can I touch it?” I could not turn down such a polite request. One thing lead to another and soon he was out of his Levis & briefs, allowing me direct access to his beautifully shaped cock, balls and buttocks. We snogged and sucked each other off. We were soon joined by another boy wearing a white jockstrap. He was one of the handsomest men in the club and, as it turned out, also possibly one of the best hung. I suddenly found myself being the filling of a delicious sandwich. I kissed one boy, then the other. One of them attempted repeatedly to enter my arse. I gently refused. Then they kissed each other. I got on my knees. The task was probing but I finally, just about, managed to accommodate in my very small mouth those two massive cocks at the same time. I hardly touched myself but I came almost immediately. I got up, sweaty, and walked out of the scene, even if one of them kept pulling me towards them. When I looked back I just could not believe that those two beautiful men – who were now sucking each other off – had actually shown desire for me.