Thursday, August 04, 2005

Pay the Piper

 Subject: expenses


Ab

Here's a breakdown of the bills and rent owing

Rent $480.00

Telstra $74.63

TXU $119.66

Origin $104.5

AAPT $37.50

City West Water $72.85

Christian


It was raining when I left for work. Wintry wet.

I think I fell in love on the tram. He looked like a fair wog-boy, but he wasn’t. Blue eyes. Gorgeous hair. Grey flannel trousers that hugged him so well. A distant look in his eye, to be sure. Head phones.

He had a stillness. Sureness about him. Strength. Assuredness.

A Starsky and Hutch Jacket and a back-pack. Kind of a cross between Luke and Dougle. Gorgeous hair. Beautiful eyes. Not as fair as Luke. More Dougle’ stature. But fine like Luke.

And then he got dragged off by a ticket inspector, at Queen Street. Hardly a salubrious start to a relationship.


Subject: expenses


hokey pokey,

are the bills/statements at G st? i'll pop ova.

hey i hear you had a date?

hoo? hoo?

Ab


SMS. 21.14. (He-who-shall-never-be-mentioned) Sorry, I was having a slash. 9xxx 3xxx – Christian


Subject: expenses


Yes, all the bills are on the pile on the study floor. I have paid them all. Pay them when you can. I’m not going to lose sleep over it. I don’t want you to stress about it.

But you could come and get your stuff out of the top room, though.

...sometime later... Sorry, I got sooooo distracted I almost laugh when I think about it. Manny called, poor lamb has fucked his back at the gym. It might mean hospital, sweetie. Surgery quite possibly.

And then the beautiful Sebastian arrived. There he was beaming through the study door when I looked around. Ah....um...what? Angelic and devilish, all at the same time. You gotta love it.

And then the sexy Tony arrived, a boy who Tim sees, who I thought was Sebastian, initially. Are you keeping up? So, two nice surprises, if you get what I mean?

Can you tell I’ve had a joint, or two?

Manny on the phone sounding husky, Sebastian beaming at me and Tony smouldering. Pig heaven, I tell ya!

I was sitting on the floor rolling joints at the coffee table, every time I looked up I seemed to be, inadvertently, I swear, staring straight into Tony’s crotch. I just couldn’t look at him in the end. But, I guess you really don’t want to hear...er...read that.

Oh yes, my date.

I spent a good part of the Saturday afternoon with a sexy Italian, Camine, lying on my chest, as he flew his kite, in the middle of an oval in Parkville – just near the commonwealth games village…who would have guessed it was there, behind the red and yellow sticks… blue sky, sunshine. Glorious. At one stage, I got caught with my hand up his T-shirt playing with his nipples. The old couple came from nowhere, I swear. A few minutes later and I could have had my hands down his pants. The old dear gave us a sideways look, as it was, as we dissolved into giggles. I swear, it was for five minutes only though, out of three hours, mostly we just talked and chilled out. (Only I had smoked dope, although I'm sure he had taken speed the day before) I swear them old couples, they have smutty radar for it. Filthy old things. At any other time the oval was completely empty…still, we floated on an emerald pond of grass.

Then he cooked me dinner, watched Big Brother with me, sucked my dick.

He’s half Italian, the other half wasn’t specified.

It was all good.

However, he unnervingly reminds me of another friend, which I found a bit disconcerting.

But he was very nice. Handsome. Sexy. Dirty. (Finally one with a foreskin!) (Not that I really care, but I think it is all a part of the wog-boy curse. Affliction. Condition. The last three wog boys that I’ve had have been with, sans foreskin. I was beginning to think it was a conspiracy.) Flies kites, what’s not to like.

But doesn’t drive. Has an odd relationship with his flat mate, which made me feel uneasy. Reminds me too much of my other friend, all the worst traits. And, if I had to say, a bit girlie.

As Italian – that’s the language – comes floating out from the lounge. (from Sebastian, on the phone. Are you keeping up?) Now I’m going to go and smoke another j and gaze wistfully – read slutily – at Sebastian, as we chat.

Ciao


I reckon Sebastian would have a foreskin. I reckon Sebastian would have a sexy cock. Imagine him in his jocks. I’d love to see him in his jocks. I’d like to flirt with him, but you just can’t with straight boys, they just don’t get it. It’s not their thing. Like screaming into a vacuum.

Tim and Tony retired to Tim’s bedroom. Why even try with a straight boy, when you have someone as sexy as Tony. Paler jeans. Tim was pumping us with dope, for his own dirty devices. His crotch was more apparent, the more stoned I get. God, does Tony look hung!

Sebastian and I had a very esoteric conversation, about life and freedom and change…as he lay back on the couch…breath-taking handsome face… beautiful smile… intelligence… interest… captivating… legs… bulge…beautiful. I know what I was thinking, at least some of the time. By my fifth joint, I was there, at moments. Melt.

Imagine holding his cock in my hand? That face smiling, that soul giggling. That heat. Touch. Feel. Life. Wog-boy skin. Yum. Imagine gently sucking it into my mouth. It would be beautiful. Completely connecting. Experience everything.

He’s just so gorgeous. Inside. I mean inside. The package doesn’t hurt, but he’s just such a nice guy, so easy to talk with. Good energy. Funny. Happy. Interesting.

I did wonder about the esotericness of the conversation, at times. I wasn’t sure of the intensity some times. I couldn’t help but gaze at his crotch…it is something to be admired. He couldn’t help but noticed. I never make eye contact straight from there, that’s too much. You have to look away first. He was smiling whenever I looked back. Turned on, slightly. Embarrassed. It’s hard to tell which, sometimes.

Late in the night, he lay back in the couch and let me gaze at his gorgeous bulge, for quite some time. It was beautiful. He allowed my attention to go there, unchallenged. Just a flushed smile, look of embarrassed inspection, but he didn’t move. Bunny in the headlights.

I just shouldn’t do it. But if I have a beautiful man in front of me, I can’t help but look at his good bits. I’m gay. I’d love to get it on with him. It’s in the gene. Certainly in the hand-book. Beautiful boys get the attention.

(Do I have to add the disclaimer, once more for those who don’t get it – this is just a wank, Sebastian’s a friend and I don’t really want to get off with him.) (That’s the last time I’m adding the disclaimer) (Okay?)


Subject: expenses


get to bed you little minx.

and yes of course i kept up, i am affluent in your language or have you forgotten that already? bitch.

went and saw the new todd solodz movie tonight and there was this one bit where a babies leg was poking out of a dumpster and a guy opened the bin and pulled out the doll and all its hair was burnt and its faced was kinda smashed and in black texta across its chest was a satanic star and the words 'fuck me' and it had a green glass bottle shoved up its arse... ah i laughed and laughed.

nighty nite :)

ps will fix u up next week with some moola and will grab some more stuff from up stairs. i left it there as an excuse to come over a lot and hang but strangely enough Tim kinda vibes me out. dont know why really...

curse this blasted paranoia.

Love Ab


I reckon Sebastian is metrosexual enough to like the sensations a mouth can give him. He could keep his eyes closed and never know. Except, I reckon guys give better head. More strength.

He saw me gazing at his crotch last time he stayed. I’d taken drugs, my inhibitions were lowered. And he’s back tonight simply saying he had to come and stay and go out.

I’d drink his spoof, happily.

Dream on, hey?

It’s after midnight. I’m waiting for him to come home drunk.

It would feel good. I would be enthusiastic.

Yum!

I should go to bed.

I’m having an ice-cream and a joint instead. Why won’t TattsLotto call to ask where to send the six million?

I’d get Manny the best specialist there was.

I’d visit Tom every day.

I’d have breakfast with my mother.

I’d study architecture and performance writing.

But I think I enjoy novel too.

I’d study history and religion.

Existentialism.

I’d go to gym. Have more romantic sex.

The sun would always shine.

I just need time.

The key is turning in the front door.

He’s home. He’s so beautiful.


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