Hung Over

6am.

I woke up in bed with my shirt on and the doona pulled up around my ears. Yay! Er! Dressed, lying where I fell. Lovely. It paints a pretty picture, now doesn't it. Gorgeous I haven’t done that for such a long time. I can’t remember how long ago? Dry mouth, croaky throat, my undies stuck up the crack in my arse. Stiff neck, back and legs. Foggy head, really lucky if it doesn't ache. I don't usually get the head ache thing, but usually I drink lots of water before I go out to it. Last night I drank no water. I barely got up the fucking stairs to my room. It was all spinning, it was all going wup wup wup wup. Don't spin too fast, don't change direction too quickly, don't move your head so fast. Not so fast. Not so fast.

Oh, what time is it?

SMS. 7.36. In bed with a Burmese snuggled under each armpit, heads on my shoulder purring. In trouble 4 txting u last night and ignoring… – Rachel

SMS. 7.39. Andre! Bloody men! Off to work I go tra la la la la! – Rachel

SMS. 7.45. Ah, bloody men! I got soooo drunk last night that at the end when I just went out 4 air, I just had to walk away – christian

SMS. 7.45. That’s ugly – Rachel

SMS. 7.46. Have a can of coke. That’s my hangover remedy – Rachel

SMS. 7.54. Left before I got ugly. Woke up in bed with my shirt on. Feeling okay, a little shaky. Got to drive to Bolago 4 a wedding now – christian

SMS. 7.57. Didn’t smoke tho – christian

I played on gaydar for a while and talked to PJ Mark.

SMS. 8.44. (PJ Mark) I’ve run out of messages, come over – christian

I thought Luke said to me that it was a lunch time wedding for forty people, so I had to get going. No staying home to play with PJ Mark.

I was on the road by 9.15am.

SMS. 9.32. Proud of u! So is Chrissie! (Rachel’s next door neighbour) – Rachel

SMS. 10.03. Just turned the phone on! – PJ Mark

SMS. 10.05. Grrr! Soon, huh? – christian

(Tom)

I don't hate you. I will never hate you. But I will ache with grief every single day of my life, if you die.

And if we both live until we're one hundred, I will never think you as hopeless... maybe, a drug addict.

christian

hehehe

of course i know you don’t hate me sweet man J

Tom

PJ & Me

PJ – Cock need sucking?

Christian – Sure does

PJ – How big????????? I ammm a little drug fucked!!

Christian – You teasing yourself with thoughts of how big?

Christian – Drug fucked Even better

PJ – Where is it to be 80 or your place?

Christian – Have you been fucking around all weekend?

PJ – Yep! I call it practising!

Christian – Well, maybe not. I’m just not sure if we’d be on the same level. I’m stoned.

PJ – Another post pone! You always do that to me!

Christian – It’s just that I’m not sure if I want to sleep with all the other guys, too! If you know what I mean.

PJ – I do. Fair call! Been safe tho and only had quality!!!

Christian – Sure. But I’d rather be the first than the last. It’s a shame. I’ve got the house to myself. I wish I could have watched you.

I thought about PJ’s gorgeous face, and his straight boy attitude and it made me hard and I, of course, relented.

And I messaged him back.

Christian – How could I resist you? You still wanna come over?

It took a while and I thought he’d fallen asleep, or passed out, but then…

PJ – Wow, you sure know how to make a boy hang on. Yeah, sure, I wanna still come over.

Christian – Come over then. 

PJ arrive some time later. It was going on 4am by then. He was really smiley, and happy, but really out of it too. 

He lay down on my bed and promptly passed out. I pulled his clothes off him and held him naked in my naked arms listening to his breathing, listening to all the sounds he made as he slept. It was nice. Lovely PJ.

His cock and balls were still sticky with the remnants of lube, and god knows whose cum, I rapped my hand around them and fell asleep, listening to him breath, feeling his warmth, nuzzling my face into his neck and hair, surprisingly he smelt sweet.

PJ's Keen

I got home late, hours after PJ left me his message. My stomach buzzed as I read it. I could feel myself twitch.

17.19. Christian. I’d like to undo yr fly, slip u out of yr jocks & suck u off until u blew in my mouth - PJ.

Aussie boy PJ. Cute. Sandy-haired. Masculine. Nice nipples. Handful and then some. Gorgeous smile. Beautiful eyes which sparkle. Lips just made for kissing.

We always seem to miss each other, don't know why. The universe always seems to be against us, in one way or another.

23.23. Hey PJ, I didn't sign back into g/dar until now. Sure I’m keen. How could a boy ignore a message like that! Christian.

Pity! What that boy does to a pair of jeans, not to mention what he does to a pair of jocks, from the front or from the back. He tucks under, thick and solid; curves into the middle from both sides, from behind, with a finely furred line. Solid thighs, narrow hips. Hairy legs, fine hairy line up his stomach to his lightly hairy chest.

He unbuttons his jeans and slides them down over his thighs. I lie back on the bed and he kneels over me. He loves fingers. You should see his handsome face... as my lubed fingers... slide... up... his... arse. "Oh yeah," he says. It is all warm and smooth up there.

He leans down and kisses me passionately, with his Aussie Boy good looks and his charm. He smiles that smiles, cheeky, warm, only eyes for me, then our mouths and our lips meet, tentatively, touch like for the very first time, every time, and we kiss. He is nice to kiss, good at it, like he really means it, really wants to connect. I lose myself in his kiss.

We kiss while he takes the lube in his hand and rubs it on me, up and down my cock. Then he kisses even more passionately as I slide inside him. His breathing gets harder, just like his dick, he has a thick cock, his intensity gets stronger, I can feel every cell in his body buzz as he takes my cock all the way inside him.

He groans. He has a sweet gurgle in the back of his throat. He screws up his face as he tries to sit down on my cock even more.

That carefree Aussie boy with a face like sunshine, wantonly pleasures himself on my hardon. He shakes all over as I repeatedly slide into him. He pushes down on it. 

He loves it. He says so. “Oh yeah, just like that. Oh yes, that.... feels… amazing.”

We kiss like we want to eat each other. Then we do eat each other.

Day 4

Tom
Miss. Good morning. How are you?
Day 4 of quitting smoking. I have to lock myself away from temptation for the weekend. I have to stay away from Bolago because of the sweeties that can be found there. I have to stay away from G, who called to say he had pot last night. I have to stick to my diet and not slide into any food substitution thing.
I think I'm going to go pump up the tyres on my bike and go for a ride.
This is a very intense, unrelenting feeling. You want it to stop, but it’s like being on one of those adrenaline pumping rides at the show. You have to sit on the edge and hang on, you have to ride it out, it won’t be over until it’s over, no matter how much you wish, you have to endure it to it’s bone rattling conclusion.
I've kind of tricked myself into liking the feeling. It actually feels like I'm tripping - it's the same body hums as that.
Unlike tripping, I'd like it to stop now.
christian


OK miss breath deep...
Hey, I was planning on coming over round 6 to go to the footy, and coming back with Glenn before taking him off to the laird...
Was also planning at staying in yr house tonight...
Would you prefer that I didn't?
xTom


All of that would be just fine. Come stay, I'm not that precious.
I don't have to wrap myself in cotton wool, or anything.
But you will understand if you have to go outside to smoke, hey.
christian


Thanks Christian.
I'm very happy to smoke outside, do it all the time in Ding.
See you round 6ish...
Mayhap you would like to come to the Laird with Glenn W. and I round 10.30?
Tom


Yeah, I might come to the Laird. Maybe. See how I feel. I'm feeling a little stressed and it maybe too soon to go into a smoky environment. I'll see. It'll be over in a week, certainly by next weekend.
I'm going to take myself off for a bike ride now. Exercise is the one thing that takes the gnawing feeling away.
Check out “Wog Nuts.” Twenty-year-old wog boy who wants me up his arse. It's tempting... but 20?
christian


Yes 20yrs old, but very tasty indeed!
Ride away Miss, fresh air is good, I hear ☺
Tom


SMS. Hey Jamie, that phone number you gave me yesterday got me through to Lorna at meals on wheels – christian

Tom stayed the night. He went to the football with Glenn W. and then to the Laird.

I went and had hot, furious sex with PJ. Straight to his room, tearing each other's cloths off, on his bed on him, cuming all over each other, pulling my clothes back on over the sweat and cum on my body so much so that they stuck to me, and then leaving before he could light a cigarette.

I went to bed at midnight.

Crashpad

Hey Christian, Hope you had a good day.

Thanks for the crashpad.

Goodness what a day/night – your lips would purse Miss! Umm…no Europe trip for me this month.

Now I’m off to have Amy Thompson’s cervix biopsy with her (long story) and Perry’s for dinner. Pop in?

see ya

Tom ☺

14.58 U didn't answer my last few messages so I ended up having a tug in bed. Damn. So sorry. – PJ

15.15. I did answer, but 10 mins later after going to the shops, when I got back. Oh well, some other time – christian

16.26. Really hope so – PJ

17.00. I wished I’d seen you tug – Christian

17.15. I’d like to have shown you - PJ

I made soup and Tom came over after having dinner with Perry and Wes. (Perry had a black eye, given to him by Wesley, for saying something reprehensible) Tom was going to crash the night rather than face his parent’s after his weekend of drugs and boys. (He got in at 7am this morning) We watched Queer as Folk together and then Tom felt brave enough to face Fred and Gina.

Tom said that Mark Philopousos had every right to punch Pat Cash for saying that Philopousos lost the tennis because he’d been up the night before playing – the inference was with Delta Goodrem. I disagreed.