Happy New Year

Louis

Those pictures in our last emails, that’s what I want to do. I’m sitting here thinking about it.

Christian

What was I thinking? About his sexy arse, that’s what. I always remember him arriving home from the beach in those boardshorts, Slobber of the lips. And then I got to slide those pants down and he tasted so sweet. I wish he'd come over.

SMS 12noon. Hey Jamie (T), what r u up to? Do u want to hook up? – Christian

Happy New Year everyone! – Rachel

9pm…

I’ve got a repetitive strain injury in my forearm from masturbating for 8 hours. Damn speed! I’ve been through the porn collection, I want some flesh.

SMS. 9pm. (Tom) I’ve woken up and I’m cranky. Where’s my dope cow? – Christian

I called Manny, he wanted me to go over to play. But with my right arms and 8 hours on the job, I had to say I was too tired. Why didn’t I call him today, to get him to come over here? Too scattered, too single minded, too out of it to get it together. And I was pretty driven off to bed (does that make any sense?) as soon as Mark and Luke left. I wish Manny had come over in the morning, which would have fixed all of this nonsense.

SMS 9.30pm. (Tom) Only kidding before. ☺ What’s going on? Why so quiet? – Christian

Tommie

I'm beginning to fret about you – not that I'm in any state to entertain you.

How was Perry's? (Did you arrange a clandestine meeting for me and Wes, so I can plough his arse raw?) Where are you now? What are you up to? (I'm not at all sure if you can even access your emails at the mo)

You sms’ed me approx. midnight New Years Eve and then nothing. I was at the Peel till 7am so I'm pretty sure you were not there. Maybe you went off to some trashy sex venue and have been distracted ever since. I suppose you may be asleep. Or, is Perry's party still going, it's not beyond the realms. (Perhaps, I'll call the ever reliable D)

Anyway, I'm good, awake and feeling...er...um, okay. Sore arm. (repetitive strain injury from masturbating. Bloody speed) Bad cough.

The music at the Exchange was ridiculously bad. The first song after the midnight none sense was the Macerana, then it went down hill from there. The Peel was okay, the music wasn't much better, but still better. The Peel was busy, but certainly not packed, even if I did get there at 2am

M and L went home around 10am.

☺ Christian

Now I have a boy – blond and muscled, no less – offering me Special K and Speed to pep me up so I can go over to his Flinders Lane apartment to fuck him up the bum.

What to do?

Christian

SMS. 12.02am. My address is apart xx no xx Flinders Lane come in off Spring St park b4 the intersection last stairs on left… and a button suck you at 12.30 – Zack (0404 xxx xxx)