Ovi (hereafter Ovi-1) and I have a habit of talking to each other on Yahoo! Messenger, even when we’re only a couple meters apart in the same room. He’s finally realized that talking to me when I’m working, when I’m reading, when I’m looking at porn, when I’m in front of the fucking computer, really pisses […]
After about fifteen minutes of playing around on the bed, Marius refused to put out last night. “I don’t like sex,” he said. (It’s taken him about a week to noticeably improve his English.) WTF? Then what’s this hard-on in your cords all about? He elaborated further: He’s straight and he doesn’t like this biznis.
A visiting Spanish-speaking American boosted my relationship with the new Romanian boy. He spelled out my demands to Marius in Spanish, which Marius speaks well enough. Better than English or Czech anyway. The demands were these: either contribute to the flat monetarily — his week of gratis hospitality is over — or fuck me silly
I love boys’ asses. I like looking at ass and feeling ass. I like fucking ass. I love licking ass and I’ve never met a rent boy who didn’t like it, either. Poor Central European straight boys. I get the feeling that their girlfriends are simply not taking care of their boyfriends’ asses. I’m happy
We started drinking at Rudolfa at 5:30. A little early even for us. It was Arssi’s birthday, so he said, and he was turning 24. He’s changed quite a bit since I first sucked his dick. Back when I thought he was cute, before he got fat. In addition to treating him at Rudolfa, nothing
“You think maybe I am gay?” This is not the question Marius keeps asking me but it’s close. No, what he usually asks is something like: “This erection, is normal, no?” Meaning, his erection with me, at the drop of a hat, on the stroke of a shoulder, or a kiss on the neck. “But
Marius has refused to eat since I yelled about someone finishing off the loaf of bread the other night. Part of my anger stemmed from the fact that that was all he’d eaten all day. He refused my offer of sandwiches or pasta and instead continued to make Nutella sandwiches on white bread. It’s not
After going back to Romania to take care of his mother over Easter, Ovi’s coming back to Prague on Sunday, and he’s bringing another Ovi with him. Ovi-2 is superficially more my type than Marius. Plus, he drinks beer and gets drunk, which Marius only does when pressed. He says he doesn’t want money from
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