All Singing, All Dancing

The gravel crunched under their feet.

"Your aunties loved me," said Jimmy, drunkenly. "How many of their nephew's gay lovers have they danced the waltz with, I ask you?"

"You even won over Aunty Greta," slurred Warren. "She told me to never dare to enter her house with the stink of my boyfriend's cock on my breath."

"What?" said Jimmy.

"She whispered it, spitting each word, clearly," said Warren. "Like an old witch from Macbeth. I could hear the hate..."

"Fear," said Jimmy.

"No, hate," said Warren. "Two thousand years of blind, Christian faith oozing into my ear like poison."

Jimmy shrugged. "She didn't know any..."

Warren laughed. "I played with her son Domenic when we were made to share a bed together on holidays..."

"Do you think she knew that..."

"No," said Warren. "Not a chance."

"Domenic with the pregnant wife?" asked Jimmy, motioning his head towards the reception room behind them."

"Yeah," said Warren. "He was the instigator, he's a couple of years older than me."

"The whole world is gay," said Jimmy. "You know that, don't you."

"Crap," said Warren. "But you certainly won over old Greta."

Warren grabbed Jimmy, pushing him backwards against a car, kissing him. Warren's hand went up between Jimmy's legs as his tongue slipped into Jimmy's mouth. Jimmy moaned.

There was loud coughing. Aunt Nina and Uncle Leno.

Warren jumped away from Jimmy, who slid to the earth on his arse.

"Varren," said Leno's baritone.

All that was audible from Nina was tutting.

The two elders made a wide berth of their nephew and Jimmy.

"Good night," said Warren.

The two boys stood and sat in silence.

"I don't believe that," said Warren looking after his retreating relatives, as he slid to the ground next to Jimmy. "It's a sign." Warren looked at Jimmy. "Maybe he can smell it?" Warren looked back towards his retreating relatives. "I can't believe that."

"It was Uncle Leno?"

Warren looked at him with a faraway smile. Warren looked away. "In a bathing box at Mornington," said Warren. "He told me I was a big boy... and was asking if I could keep a secret... before I felt his hand slide into my speedos." Warren looked at Jimmy with tears in his eyes. "He pulled me off, with my uncles and aunties right outside the door."

"Oh," said Jimmy, hushed and quiet.

"It's all right, you see, I liked it," said Warren. "Wanted him to do it again. That was my torture." Tears rolled down Warren's face. "I wanted to, after that. But he turned me down. I wondered what I'd done wrong."

Jimmy hugged Warren. They were still. Jimmy kissed Warren's neck gently, he was salty and smooth. Jimmy nuzzled Warren's hair with his nose and breathed Warren in.

Warren pushed Jimmy away. "Come on, let’s get out of here."

Warren stood taking Jimmy by the hand

Aby

I went to Bolago to hang out with Ab. She's off to Sydney Monday. She's been collecting her stuff from the various people she left it with. Nothing had been looked after very well, except for her car, which she said was in perfect running order.

"I must have known something when I left it with Pete," she said.

It was weird to see Shazza, as we call her big, black 4WD, again.

Of course, I didn't get going until midday, but that's just me. So we had the evening together, at least. It was good to see her. Shame she's gonna live in Sydney.

Two years Ab's been away. It made it feel like just yesterday, watching her driving off up the driveway, in the twilight.

Albert Einstein and Religion

Albert Einstein described belief in God as “childish superstition” and said Jews were not the chosen people, in a letter to be sold in London this week.

As a Jew, Einstein said he had a great affinity with Jewish people but said in the 1954 letter they “have no different quality for me than other people.”

And he continued: “The word God is for me nothing more than the expression and product of human weaknesses, the Bible a collection of honourable, but still primitive legends which are nevertheless pretty childish.”

In the German-language letter to philosopher Eric Gutkind, he also observed: “For me the Jewish religion like all others is an incarnation of the most childish superstitions.”

People with Coffee

People with coffee, whose taste buds are too fine, grabbing, me, me, me, the human race is sublime.
Coffee seems to be the 'IT' accessory in the mornings.

"I need coffee before I kill someone," said cute Daniel, with his curly black hair, blue eyes and trousers that bulge.

Secretaries with vacuous looks and disposable cups in their hands, negotiating lifts with giant handbags.

Harassed lawyers with travel bags on wheels,

couriers with mobile phones screaming at everyone,

fat security men standing on the spot, hoping for trouble, no doubt.

And me, in my track shoes, having walked all the way, trying to avoid them all.

Ugly But Cute

You know those boys, who really should be plain, but some gene just manages to frottage against another gene and, despite all, he turns out to be adorable. You know, mouth too big, eyes too bulbous, nose the wrong shape, chin too strong, ears too big, but despite the flaw, or because of it, somehow the light manages to shine on the visage in such a way that he is a head turner.

I saw an ugly but cute guy this morning, who smiled sweetly when he caught me checking him out. I gazed down at the front of his pants, instinctively, as I waited to cross Bourke Street. He filled those, somewhat too tight, pants well; nicely bulging, thick thighs framing the bulge. His eyes looked down too, then he looked straight back up at me and blushed and smiled. The traffic stopped, I walked towards him, his eyes following mine.

Riding in Trams

How many of us had parent(s) who said they couldn't ride backwards in, in this instance, trams?
"Oh no, I can't ride with my back to the front, I'll get giddy, or vomit, or have a break down, or...” what exactly?

What exactly did happen to those poor folk who had to ride with their backs to the engine? Nothing. Nothing at all. Somewhere, way back, some idiot got the idea that it was bad for them, after which they claimed the vapours if they did. And then, of course, they passed it onto their kids, like all good parents do. I say that kids heard their parents say it and then they have just accepted it for themselves and have claimed the same thing.

A woman got on the tram this morning and, as it turned out, there were no seats vacant facing forwards. So she stood and waited. When a forward facing seat become available, she, nearly, pushed people out of the way to get.

I nearly laughed at her, as her expression said that she thought she had really achieved something, but as her seat was the one facing me, I didn’t. Maybe I smirked a bit.

Cucumber Sandwiches

Sunday Morning

The sun was shining into the room. Christopher woke and rolled over to see Titania, with her eyes open.

"Good morning," said Christopher.

"Good morning," said Titania.

They gazed at each other.

"What now?" said Christopher.

Titania laughs.

"I come to Australia, I fuck an Aussie boy, I go home," said Titania. "Vhat else is there to do?"

Christopher pulled her towards him under the sheet. "Where do I come?" He rubbed his naked body on hers and kissed her. "Where do I come on the list of excellence."

Titania laughed. "You men, all the same, all ze vorld over."

She kissed Christopher and rubbed her body against his.

"And don't you thank us for it." He kissed her stomach and blew raspberries. She whimpered and squirmed. "Where do I come?" He slid over her and kissed her neck. She gripped his shoulders and whimpered again.

"Christover," she said breathlessly.

He pushed himself against her. He felt enormous against her. She fitted in his arms, she felt small and delicate. He kissed her.

"Ah!" She kissed back stronger.

"Am I the best?" he whispered in her ear.

"Oh, aahh!"

"Am I second best?" He kissed her other ear and pushed her legs apart with his.

"AahH! Yes!"

"Where!" He pushed against her.

"Oh!"

"Do!" He slid his body along hers.

"AHH!"

"I" He chewed her neck

"AAHH!"

"Come!" He licked over her chin to her mouth.

"Oh, YES! You come..."

"Where!"

She started to laugh. "It's very nice Christover." She groaned loudly. "Oh yes, very nice. Don't stop!" She put her hand over his mouth.

He was getting too hot. His head began to spin. He threw himself off her. He lay on his back, breathing heavily, with the sheets settling again.

"You okay?"

"Yes, sure," said Christopher. "Too much."

"How long?" She sounded alarmed.

Christopher laughed at the sound of her pleading voice. He loved it when girls...

Suddenly he rolled over and looked at her, his eyes sparkling.

She thought she was going to explode, if he stopped.

He looked like a big cat crawling towards her, such were the muscles in his shoulders, arms, the look on his face. She couldn't believe how much he turned her on.

His hard-on swayed underneath him; she wanted to come; she didn't think she'd ever seen a cock as nice as his. She liked Aussie boys, she now knew.

He slid over the top of her, she was so beautiful. He felt powerful. She spread her legs and he slide right inside her. He'd never known a girl to be so open and so wet.

She made chocking noises in the back of her throat, as her nails dug into the skin on his left shoulder. He wondered if he had even fallen in love with her, as he pushed his cock in further, without retracting it. Her teeth chattered in his ear. "Ah!" Gasp for breath. "Ah!" Gasp for breath. "Ah! Gasp! "Ah, ah, ah, ah...

He held her tight.

I love this

Saturday Night with Ab

I was supposed to be going out with Aby. She's back from OS. Good to be back, she said.

All everyone mentions when I talk about her is her credit card debt. It's so unfair. I hope she has told people and it isn't me who has spread the word? I don't usually fall for that, but maybe...

Aby lived with Josh in Berlin for a few months and I had him live with me for a few months and his behaviour was the same with both of us. We both wanted him to go before we came to the end our respective time. So, of course, I emailed him and told him. He said he was much better now, thanks.

Aby's probably going to live in Sydney, she says Sydney will keep her on her toes more than Melbourne. She says it's too easy to get too relaxed in Melbourne.

Tonight was supposed to be a farewell drink, before she heads back to the Emerald City.

Is that stood up twice in two nights? I think it is?

No Jack

Jack didn't call. Mmmm? I've got his number, I could have called him. But? Six foot four? If he called me, I'd go out for a drink, but really, he's too tall for me, let's face it.

Cute, though. Sensuous. Good kisser. I kissed him for hours. Big and gentle. Smiles a lot. Laughs easily. Packs his jeans. Felt good in his arms. But, too tall.

Am I stupid, or what?

If I'm going to top a guy, I like him to fit into my arms. I like to, at least at some point, listen to how much he is enjoying what I am doing. At 6 4, his mouth is too far away from my ear. But he did like it. He liked it a lot.

Four eyes

I got glasses. I was starting to struggle at work and I was concerned I was going to start to misread employment contracts and documents. I'm the one who is known not to make mistakes - amongst a group who bugger things up all the time, although I guess I've written about that before, huh? It crossed my mind that I'd start messing things up too.

I was going home every night with a pain between my eyes, which is the real reason I decided to give in and get specs.

They're great, I can see things. When I look down, I look like I have really big hands. I'll go show Charlie - nothing on that front - I said. Bec laughed when I told her.

But, how do you keep the bastards clean? Fuck me, I'm always touching them and smearing them with my fingers. Bec says it'd because I take them off and on all the time, as they are only for reading. The cleaning thing is a pain in the arse!

The Effect of Marriage on the Y Chromosome

Three men: one just started a relationship, one in a long-term relationship, and one cheating with a partnered man, are chatting about their relationships and decide to amaze their men. That night all three will wear leather S&M style, black boots and masks over their eyes

After a few days they meet again.

The engaged man said, 'The other night, when my boyfriend came home, he found me in a leather harness, tight, leather boots and mask. He said, 'You are the man of my life, I love you. Then we made love all night long.'

The cheater stated, 'Oh Yes! The other night we met in his office. I was wearing a leather harness, chaps with nothing underneath, boots to my knees, a mask over my eyes and a leather raincoat. When I opened the raincoat, he didn't say a word. We just had wild sex on his desk.'

The long-term relationship guy then said, 'The other night I got myself ready, leather vest, super high boots, chaps tight across my hips, a leather cape and a mask over my eyes.

My husband came in from work, grabbed the TV remote control and a beer, and said, 'Hey Batman, what are we going to have for dinner?'

 

Demetri

Don't you just love,

big, solid Greek boys,

first thing in the morning.

Strip the suit jacket away,

pull off his tie

unbutton the white cotton.

Shirttails,

olive skin,

hairy thighs,

big feet,

black socks.

Big smile.

Shake my head.

Toothy grin.

Lift doors close.

“Good morning,” I say.

“Morning,” says Demetri.

Fresh and clean.

Good morning world, I think.

Demetri smiles at me.

I smile back.

I want to whistle,

but, of course, I don’t.

Big Brother

So, Big Brother is back on. Yeah! I admit it, I'm a Big Brother watcher. It's the only one I watch. Actually, with watching, So you think you can dance, with David (dancer) and getting sucked into Australian Idol, because of Mark (singer), Big Brother is not the only one I watch.

Channel Ten has me all wrapped up for most of the year, thinking about it. How did that happen?

Any way, that being said, Big Brother's Big Mouth is on tonight. We might get to check out some of the boys weeners. Who do you think has the biggest?

Kiss Me

You big purple devil... and who doesn't like kissing a devil

Coming Out

The stones of the car park crunched under Jimmy's feet. They both have to wear tuxeedos, Warren's mother had insisted.

"He your dyate to cousin Nika's wedding... or what?"

"Yes, Ma," said Warren.

"Well!" She threw her hands in the air. "I no want the family to thyink us poor. Wear the tuxedo, for your mother." She grabbed Warren by both sides of the face and kissed him on the lips. "You, luv your mother."

"He's my b..."

"I know, I know." She put her hand up to his mouth. "How many times do you have to tell me."

"Well, ma." Warren could hear his voice whine like he did as a kid.

She pulled him towards her and she whispered. "You no have to tell so many people at Nika's wedding... about you and... it okay, if it what you want. Not your fault, you can't change it. But, in family." She put her finger to her lip. "okay..."

"No ma."

She hugged him tight. "Be good boy."

They parked at the back of the car park on purpose.

Jimmy kissed Warren passionately. Warren's stubble was prickly on Jimmy's lip. Strong, hard mouth kissed him back. Wog boys, you gotta love them, thought Jimmy.

Warren slid his arm through Jimmy's. "Let's go."

They hadn't gone to the ceremony, Warren's mother raised her eyebrows and Warren decided not to push it.

"You come to the reception," she said. "Not in god's house, though." She crossed herself.

It was at the golf club. All the families had done well, now they all outdid each other at weddings. Warren and Jimmy stood in front of the main entrance - white, Victorian, Italianate. Sparse gardens. Marble stairs. A cool breeze blew. They were out of the shade and cover of the one hundred year old oaks. There was a band inside the house.

"What do your lebo uncles think of the number 1 male heir being gay?"

"You're about to find out," said Warren, as he headed up the stairs. He looked back, smiling lovingly. Grand French doors over looking the eighteenth hole.

The room was a giant glass house. The tables were formal, white cloths, red napkins. A dance floor in the middle, with tables around it. There was a water feature in the corner and terrace outside, beyond the rear french doors,

They were being announced. They waited their turn, in the queue.

"They say I'm a filthy homo, but they say, secretly, that all men are poofters," said Warren. "Uncle Tito went to jail for five years for drug dealing. So have a few others." Warren made, subtle, cock sucking head movements. "What were they supposed to do for five years, was what all my uncles said."

"They all knew?" asked Jimmy.

"They all talked openly about it, with just the guys, and beer," said Warren. "See if you can guess, afterwards, which uncle diddled me as a fourteen year old?"

The couple in front of them stepped away and they were at the head of the queue.

"Warren Green and Jimmy Westbro," were announced.

Jimmy smiled at Warren, he looked pleased. "Nice touch," he whispered.

Everyone clapped and the two entered the room. They headed straight to the bar.

"It's the aunties who say I'm heading to hell for living outside god's law," said Warren. "They are praying for me."

"What about me?" said Jimmy. "Aren't they praying for me? Aren't I just as much at risk of." He pointed downwards.

"Two beers." Warren laughed. "You are Satan, my friend. You came along and lead me down the path of unrighteousness. The favourite son."

"I did not," said Jimmy. "You did. It was the other way around..."

"Well, unless you are planning to go tell them," said Warren. "My aunties don't know that."

The barman put the two glasses down in front of them.

"Well maybe I should just..."

Warren handed Jimmy a glass of beer.

"They want you to burn in hell, my friend," said Warren. "They want me saved."

Jimmy exhaled strongly through his nose. The two surveyed the room, side by side.

"When are you going to tell your parents?" Warren asked.

They stood by the dance floor. "Shall we dance?" said Jimmy.

They were silent. They both surveyed the room. Muscular, well-groomed young men. Mixed race, in this setting.

"They're all looking at you, now," said Warren. "Thinking poofter. Can you feel it?"

Jimmy shook visibly. "Don't say that, not now, not here."

"I'm kidding," said Warren. "They don't know. Just mum and dad."

The band started a waltz.

"But, I'm not afraid," said Warren.

"I don't believe you," said Jimmy. "We're all afraid."

Two couples ventured onto the dance floor. "Come on," said Warren.

Warren grabbed Jimmy by the hands.

"Hey," said Jimmy. "What?..."

"You be." Warren laughed," the girl. Follow me, I leant this shit, as a kid."

Warren lead Jimmy in a waltz, right into the middle of the dance floor.

"I don't believe you, sometimes," said Jimmy.

"I told you I wasn't afraid."

Warren could see his mother and father standing, looking grim-faced, beside the dance floor, as he spun in three four time.

 

Come Down

I have an eye infection and two cold sores. I feel a wreck. David says it's from the crystal meth last Thursday. He confirms it, with a dismissive hand and without-question attitude, when I doubt it.

I've resorted to hard drugs to beat it, Valtrex. And lip ointment.

I've been going to bed early and sitting up until 2am, 3am watching teev, tits and arse on SBS, don't know why. So I haven't had much sleep, all week. But I didn't tell David that. It all stops tonight, I'm getting good sleep from now on. (also eat well, do exercise) ... {ha, ha}

I'd smile, but my mouth hurts too much.

1st of May

When I was small, and Christmas trees were tall,

we used to love while others used to play.

Don't ask me why, but time has passed us by,

someone else moved in from far away.

Now we are tall, and Christmas trees are small,

and you don't ask the time of day.

But you and I, our love will never die,

but guess who'll cry come first of May.

The apple tree that grew for you and me,

I watched the apples falling one by one.

And as I recall the moment of them all,

the day I kissed your cheek and you were gone.

Now we are tall, and Christmas trees are small,

and you don't ask the time of day.

But you and I, our love will never die,

but guess who'll cry come first of May.

When I was small, and Christmas trees were tall,

do do do do do do do do do ...

Don't ask me why, but time has passed us by,

someone else moved in from far away.