Ich war erschrocken, als alle Mietjungen im Raum zu kreisen begannen.
June 3-18; July 12, 2005 I’m writing now through the power of a stolen credit card. Radovan, the first real friend I made among Prague’s rent boys, recently showed me a spot where the city’s pickpockets dispose of their castoffs once they’ve removed the crowns, euros, or pounds — or kroners, in this case —
Your homeless situation says that you’re somehow no longer human because you couldn’t or don’t know how to make your way in the world; that you belong outside but not even with the comfort of straw given to barnyard animals or the dignity to lie down to sleep just like any other dog can anywhere
“RICK THANK YOU HE WAS EXCELLENT. AND DOES EVERYTHING……AND I MEAN EVERYTHING.” Win, a British punter and station denizen That was the SMS from Win I got this morning, vibrating against my thigh as I lie in my spat-sak in the frosty -10 degree morning. Another satisfied customer. Camp Chris and I met Ondra around
Was hat es mit den heterosexuellen Jungs in der Tschechischen Republik auf sich, die einen Hintern haben?
They’re masculine as hell, won’t suck, don’t like to kiss but when you stick something in their asses — like a tongue, like fingers, like a hard, queer dick — they turn into submissive, if sometimes wild, fuck-toys with willing holes. Chris seems particularly good at finding this sort of boy. Last night Josef came
The most beautiful gypsy boy in the station jacked off for Chris and me tonight. Or at least he tried to. He got about 85% hard and went at it furiously for about ten minutes while sitting on another couch diagonal from us. But first he trotted eagerly over to Chris naked, without being asked,
“Who’s that?” Chris asked me for what was probably the tenth time that evening during one of our many regular cruises of the station, referring to a boy — really, the promising boy-like silhouette — we could just barely make out 100 meters away across the corso. I turned my head and squinted. “Oh, that’s just
Chris was not as pissed as I expected him to be about the theft of his camera. He was planning on selling it anyway and I coughed up the cash immediately, saving him from having to put it on eBay, I guess. When I started counting out the 2500 crowns, he told me I was