Arssi surprised me the other day by asking for biznis — pestering and pleading is more like it — and also by being willing to kiss and suck. He cleverly sold himself better than the other gypsy boy in the station whom I’d been eyeing, pointing out that I would have to pay him, Arssi, […]
He must have thought I followed him in but I didn’t. I just picked the cabin that, when I looked through the glory hole into the next one, showed me the nicest cock. And the cock was his: A tall, bearded, long-haired, and if I had to guess, pot-smoking and pot-bellied mid-twenties guy, the nondescript
I’m due for “some small biznis” with my friend and helpmeet, Arssi, later on tonight at the sex shop. One night last month, when we both felt we’d exhausted the possibilities of the station — there were no clients and no boys — Arssi suggested we go to the sex shop together. “GB, long time you, me
A grainy black and white image: A short Roma boy — with thick, wiry black hair cropped short; appearing around 25; stocky with a small ring of fat around his middle; softly defined, slightly hairy pecs and arms; solid shoulders — he sits in an old wooden school chair in front of a television, his
On a lighter note, I got a great blow job in the sex shop last night. Everyone has been telling me that the sex shop has been busy lately, but for some reason I haven’t had much luck. Last night though, I looked through the glory hole and before I even noticed the decent cock,
From the day I met Marek, I stopped going to the sex shop. I suppose this lends credence to the claim that my promiscuity was an end-run around intimacy. I don’t know about that. I just know that I lost the taste for anonymous dick. Oh, it could have something to do with the fact
There are shit boys, shit men, and also shit biznis. If you know a boy is an asshole, you never take him again. Boys make the same judgments about men, and so do I. But the last one is the worst because you can’t always see it coming until it’s too late: The boy’s got
“Is there still cum on my face?” I asked Chris while wiping my mouth again, feeling around on my face for any patches of dried semen I might have missed. We were sitting on the benches outside hlavní nádraží, dishing. About ten minutes earlier I’d taken the biggest load I’d had in a while out
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