All About Sex

Sam rubbed moisturiser on my face, it was morning.

Pretty soon after that, the doorbell rang, just before 8am. Sam answered it, it was Dante. He was dropping his car off for Shane to take a load of rubbish to the tip. Shane had the car yesterday, he filled it full of rubbish, but by the time he was done it was after 3pm when the tips close. So, he has to go today.

Sam asked Dante about the "supplies." Dante will come over after work and he and I will go straight down there.

Sam came back into the room and told me all this as he applied eye oil to my eyes.

Sam left at 8am.

8:35 AM

Babe. I don't think there's any lube left, messaged Sam.

of either kind? I asked.

I think cream still have some. Can u check? asked Sam. If u r going to (sex shop), get the nipple suck like Tulli. But not that big

I've been naughty Christian, I emailed Jack telling him I'm sick, my mum is sick, my dog is sick and my car is sick. Is that very bad?

Bad, replied Sam.

I love that squeaky thing, I was coming back up stairs with coffee and muesli and Buddy wouldn't get off his lazy fat arse and come with me. He just looked at me as if to say, "Not a chance, buddy." Then one squeak of the squeaky thing and bam! He was straight up and following me

Hehe, said Sam.

Good little bulldog


We should consider min 3, max 4, said Sam. What do you think about the points?

What happened to the 2 points? I asked.

2 is boring, said Sam. The goddess talking

"Little pumpkin" just got up on the bed, I said.

http://www.redmondpie.com/heres-ashton-kutcher-playing-steve-jobs-in-jobs-biopic-

This look so much like ashton not like steve, said Sam. But woz said, "never happen"

http://gizmodo.com/5978777/woz-says-kutchers-steve-jobs-movie-scene-never-happened

8:51 AM

He is scratching around in the bed. I said "Hey, can you stop that." And he stops and gives me a very sideways, bulldoggy look.

He said, "what's wrong with you," said Sam.

We are sitting next to each other. Then he looks away and rolls over sideways. clunk

What u mean sitting? Aren’t you in bed?

Yes, I said. Yep, he is lying on your pillow

I see

9:00 AM

He's now stretched out on the floor in front of the balcony doors, like a good little bulldog

Good, you need to spend more time with him, said Sam. Are you going to (sex shop)?

I need to spend more time with Buddy?

Yeah... before tonight party

oh

Have u check the lube?

Settle down, it is not even 9am yet

Its 9 now, duh.

I should have said, don’t duh me, but I didn’t.



9:15 AM

I want to go home, pat pat Buddy, nothing to do here

Buddy zzzzzzzzzzzzz, I replied.


I went for a bike ride, in the lovely afternoon sun. The sun was shining, the second time this week. I have to get into a routine, I have to get back in shape, well, better shape than I now am in, anyway. I really don’t want to do blood pressure tablets.

I walked down to (sex shop) and bought lube and nipple toys for Sam. The nipple suction things came in different sizes. I guessed that Sam would have the small size, but I figured it was best to ask. He replied with, You don’t know what size my nipples are?

I said to the guy behind the counter, “My nipples are dead, they don’t respond to anything, so I don’t take much notice.”

“Mine too,” he agreed, “they are not connected. Oh, whatever I always think when people talk about them.”


Dante arrived at 4pm. We went to see the new “Guido” who was residing in St Kilda for the long weekend. I sat in the car in Fitzroy Street and text Sam as I waited. I wondered what Fitzroy Street had seen? I laughed at the possibilities… and truth is probably stranger than fiction. There seemed to be lots of old queens on bikes, their hey day clearly behind them and their medical lives fast approaching them.

You’d have to ride longer than the years you have left, I thought about a real old fat guy on a bike who rode by in leather shorts.

Dante asked me what Shane and Tulli were up to, as we drove down Queens Road. Dante said Shane doesn’t tell him anything.

Interesting, I thought, so it's not just me. I thought Shane was Dante’s best friend. Interesting, as I’ve never really thought that Shane treated Dante very well anyway.

Dante told me that Mark W. was buying the rest of the house from Shane. Interesting, I thought, I didn’t know that. That's where the money is coming from, but I don’t really care that much now. I’m thinking ahead about what I’m going to do. The house to myself, yay.

Sam was at home already, as I’d left a key under the mat for him, he wanted to come with us, but Dante was early. Sam had made tomato pasta. It was ready in two bowels on the kitchen bench. Come on quick, was his attitude.

Funny, huh? It’s what we all like, the promise of some filth, it is good for your psyche. Sam had got it with his first snort and his first puff. We all do. It is a truth nobody seems to talk about, in all the talk about it. It is fun.

The fun started soon after that, I think the sun was still shinning.

You know, I love porn about all the taboo subjects, I don’t know why. Brothers fucking brothers. Straight men fucking each other. At the direction of their girlfriends, or not. Straight twins having sex with each other, pissed or drug fucked. Gay twins doing the same thing… got to love The Peter’s Twins. Straight boys being seduced by gay boys, there is more of that than is possible to watch in one life time. Married men having gay sex behind their wives backs… ditto. Fathers fucking their sons, the daddy/boy fetishists cover that one nicely. (all adult sons, you understand) MILFS screwing their sons, mostly their son’s best mate, just as good. (Ditto, usually college boys) I find them all such a turn on.

I don’t know why? When I am high, I love it. But it is all still loving and sensuous, nobody doesn’t do anything that they don’t want to. And it is in the consensual sensuality surrender that the heat is created. It is still romantic, always, to a point, satisfying for every one involve. We’re not looking for reality here, clearly, it is fantasy always. Everybody has a good time in the end.

The good thing is, it doesn’t cross over into my reality, my real life. No, in my reality it doesn’t rate as anything, mostly abhorrent in some way. But in a fantasy life it does. What would Freud, Kinsey and the rest have to say about that?