Off to the Country

7am

There was someone on the couch as I went to grind my coffee. It was Lisa. Bzzzzzz! I grind my coffee anyway. Well, you will understand that nothing gets in the way of coffee, it is a universal truth.

The light is dim and still and silent. Morning light. It's always difficult when someone has crashed on the couch. Still? What can they really expect? I sit quietly on the couch. My coffee cup makes a definite clunk when I put it down on my wooden coffee cup. 

I make a mix. The multi seems exceptionally loud. There is not real way to work a multi quietly, not really. And it has to be done. It is beyond my control, as they say. That thought makes me giggle. I bring my hand up to my mouth as though that is going to stop the giggle. Even the rolling machine makes a defining clack as it closes and shoots my joint out the top.

I light my joint, and sit back. I sip my coffee. I gaze at Lisa for no real reason other than she is there. It's quiet and still.

I take so long between drags that my joint keeps going out. The light makes loud click, click, click noises as I re-light it.

I've smoked 3 joints. It’s 8am.

Lisa didn't stir on the couch, she'd been too drunk to get herself home. She was sleeping ugly. You know how drunk people often sleep with a distorted snarl on their faces, or ooze saliva, or snore like an injured pig? Lisa had the distorted snarl.

I thought about Manny and him saying, “Come play with me,” last night. I thought about him still being in bed. I decided to get my shit together and visit him on the way to Bolago. Suddenly I want to kiss his lips, suck his nipples, suck his cock.

I called him and told him to stay in bed. He was still in his jocks when I got there. He got back into bed. I got in with him. He’s so gorgeous to have sex with. Kissable. Adorable, olive skin, white sheets. He smells good and he tastes nice.

His beautiful arse feels good with my hands around it. I kiss him and tell him how sexy he is. He groaned as he came all over me, on his bed, on his back, in the gentle morning light.

We did it again, as we sat in the lounge.

SMS. 12.28. Morning. Just had a hot time with Manny… my foot won’t stop shaking on the accelerator. On my way to Bolago – Christian

SMS. 12.30. Stop texting while you are driving! - Tom

Party pooper, but I guess he is right. I'd only ever text on the open road, not that that makes it okay, I'm sure. I can't really text around the city, not that I'd want to, as I drive a manual car.

It was hot driving up to Bolago.

The function was in full swing when I got there. I felt tired. I decided to have shower number three before I changed into my black gear.

All the usual suspects were working.

Matt, the new boy, has a really hot arse, even if he is eighteen. He’s nice.

Aby and I always suss out the talent. I’d already noticed Mr Blue-Eyes, one of the guests. What gorgeous blue eyes.

Later in the night when he was drunk, Mr Blue-Eyes was very friendly. He told me I looked after him well. He was very touchy, after his wife went to bed. I told him he was my best customer. He told me he loved that.

"I'm here to look after you all night," I said.

"I'm looking forward to it," he replied, smiling crookedly, holding my gaze, drinking his umpteenth beer.

"My pleasure," I said all breathy. The sound of my voice almost made me laugh, I sounded like every juiced up diva you've ever heard.

"Do you kick on after this?"

"Sure," I said. "It's hard to go to sleep straight away, after this."

"I suppose you have to be in the know," he touched his nose, "to get invited?" He smiled. His eyes twinkled.

"Oh, um." I smiled. He smiled. "Something like that," I smiled.

I gazed at him, he wasn’t hard to look at, as he danced on the dance floor, later. He danced sexy as he stared at me staring at him. That wanton smile, as if he hadn't noticed me looking, he danced his sexy dance, I’m sure, just for me.

Ah, straight boys, they love to flirt with gay boys, which is okay, I kind of like flirting with them too. Our big, strong, straight boy brothers. It's sexy in its own way, you know, breaking down the barriers, even if it takes alcohol to facilitate it.

I saw him stagger off to his room, sometime after that.

SMS. 22.29. Thursday 2 far away… – Rachel