Kuba was a Czech boy that Marek brought to my window one day. He’d been homeless at the station before that. He stayed in my flat for a couple weeks, and we fucked around a lot.
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Triff Kuba
My new rent-boy flatmate either found a cheaper place or one better suited to his orientation, whatever that might turn out to be. I was going to ask him to…
Beendet mit Marek
At least that’s what I told him about ten minutes ago. In response to his taunting me with this: “Oh GB, don’t cry. Don’t cry.” Please don’t think I was…
Kuba checks out Pinocchio
He didn’t like it. He liked the music at first, which featured Paul van Dyk and other music I only vaguely recognized, but once the DJ settled in and started…
Kuba quizzes me on character
Kuba went down a list of punters at the station today and asked me what I thought of them. It seems he’s had a lot of offers. I didn’t have…
Koitus interruptus
Vasile came into the flat about an hour ago while Kuba and I were having sex, the sort of sex we’ve been having where rough-housing — and I do mean rough —…
Kuba nannte mich eine Fotze
So I threw him out. Kuba had been behaving strangely yesterday, beginning with a small beer-drinking session we had with Vasile’s Irish girlfriend. She and Vasile had had a big…
Weit offen
The first thing I noticed was that the door to my room was busted. I’d already kicked out a third of it during a violent tirade against Bryan, leaving it in woody…
Over before it began
I don’t expect him to come back. Kuba, that is. But if he does, I’ll be more or less happy about it. He told me he would, with earnest, wide-eyed…
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