Marek was my biggest obsession while living in Prague.
Instructions for reading:
Click on a post. it will open in a separate tab. Read the post, then switch back to this index page.
First look at Marek
Second look at Marek
Wedding bells?
I’m sitting next to Marek in the Internet cafe, currently writing while listening to my Le Tigre station on Pandora. Marek’s surfing the net as well, looking up stock-car racing and sites…
Waking up with my sleeping bag on fire
Despite how cold the nights have been, Marek and I have been warm. There’s the three sleeping bags and then there’s our body heat. We hadn’t shared bags until last…
Marek says, I said
Marek says he’s been on the street since he was 15. He says his sisters – Jesika, GiGi, Fadi, and three others whose names I can’t remember, plus his brother…
Marek does biznis
Marek said nothing when he went off with the Czech punter. Not “can I” not “should I”, not any word at all. He smiled and raised his eyebrows at me…
Untitled
For the second time in 3 days, I watched Marek go off with a punter, in front of me. The emotional impact was mitigated by the fact that he looked…
Everybody wants Marek
Marek came back
He came back of his own volition. BB and I were sitting in the station Kavarna, and Marek appeared. He walked over and sat in front of me, smiled, said…
Marek doesn’t think he’s hot
While I was posting the last couple of flickr photos Marek again wanted to know what I liked about him, why everyone was always telling him he was hesky (handsome)….
Marek feels more real
I was formally invited by Eda, the former manager of Pinocchio Prague, to crash in his big loft-style flat until Marek and I move into my new flat sometime around…
Moving day
We got the keys today on schedule so Marek and I took what little belongings we have to the new flat. For me, it’s just my big backpack, full of…
Marek’s gone, or Adventures in Passive-aggressiveness
I could have written that headline two days ago, but I prevented him from leaving that time by refusing to unlock the door and by begging him not to go….
A knock on the window in the middle of the night
Actually, it was a knock on the wrong window; but I heard it anyway. You have one guess as to who it was. Arssi and I had just gone to bed about…
And Marek makes three
I’d like to write that everything is comfy and cosy and rosy, but there have been several passive/aggressive episodes over the last few days, the blame for which we should…
Back from the shower after fucking me…
with a whoop, Marek jumped into bed, over my prone body, and onto his side of the bed. As he vaulted, my hand reached up and grazed his torso. He…
Contradictions
Finally, the quantity and quality of attention and affection in the bedroom outweighs the phony violence and mock ridicule. In fact, Marek has become just as demanding (and giving) of…
The end…
Predictably enough. But honestly, I couldn’t have predicted it. Not with this boy. He was absolutely the least gold-digging station boy I’ve ever met. When I would give him pocket…
Aftermath
Anyone who’s had much contact with Czech station and/or rent boys knows that they have no shame. They can’t afford to, really. Breederboy‘s boyfriend Laco was furious the instant he…
Empty bed
I’ve been staying away from the station and spending most of my time alone. I have no desire to run into either one of the boys and have my emotions…
Another knock on my window
With a nauseating mixture of fear and hope I went to my window and opened the curtains. There was Marek outside waiting for me to answer his knock. I couldn’t…
Meta rent-boy issues
The only way — THE ONLY WAY — to eliminate risk when taking rent boys back to your flat or room is to simply stop taking them. Period. Doesn’t matter…
Miscellaneous maudlin updates
Ovi’s back in Prague, staying with me. He’s assured me that I don’t have to feel lonely because he’s around. He said this after I confessed how hard it has…
Sexy by proxy
After a drunken night at Pinocchio I came home to find Arssi watching TV. We drank a couple beers together and went to bed. I figured I’d just brush him…
Another lost tale about Marek
A friend asked me, the other night at Rudolfa, if I regretted how I handled Marek, if he and I were speaking yet. Most everyone thinks I should have just…
Whistling at the dark
Minutes after Ovi left for “work” at Pinocchio last night (his quotes, not mine), I got a phone call from him telling me that Marek was coming up the street,…
Marek looking for biznis?
Or looking for me? You decide. The day after I whistled at him on the street Marek was outside Montys, also owned by the Pinocchio mob (cough, cough) sters, calling…
Speakin’ in code
I’ve felt like I’ve been thinking and speaking in a completely different language than everyone else for the past two days. Before you remind me that I live in a…
The Prodigal
For those who have read this blog for a while, this boy needs no introduction. For everyone else, stay tuned. Still reeling.
I shouldn’t drink
Whenever I drink hard liquor — which for me, is Becherovka, the Czech herbal bitters liqueur made in Karlovy Vary — I lose something. Once, passed out on a night…
War drums
I don’t know if anybody is waiting for me to comment about certain posts on other blogs, and certain rumors going around Pinocchio and hlavní nádraží, about me and Marek,…
Pride
I just wanted to post one good thing today and that is: Valentýn got a job working security in a bank on Václavské náměstí. In a short time, he’ll be…
Marek’s video shoot
Ever since Marek came back he’s been talking about doing a video for me, for the blog. Part of it is just adolescent male desire to show off what he’s…
Free Video: Bi Gypsy Guy Marek: a short erotic portrait
No, this is not the 34-minute masturbation video I shot of Marek last week. That’ll go up soon. It’s a very short video of my camera, and my hands, gliding…
Masturbation Video: Bi Gypsy Boy Marek
The second coming of Marek
Although technically, this is Marek’s third coming, I consider the second attempt half-assed; so, we’ll just start from here. Marek’s back in my flat, for reasons I won’t go into,…
Bored with the blog
I have had such a hard time writing for the blog these days. I’m still writing — finishing up a short story, cleaning up the manuscript for The Rent Boys…
Being Marek’s bitch
I made Marek the same offer I made John last night: Pay 150 Kč a night to sleep in the flat or fuck me once a week for one week…
Blabbermouth blog readers
Well, it’s happened again. Marek came to my window yesterday and demanded that Valentýn give him back his little bag of clothes. I could sort of tell Marek was angry…
Guess who’s back in my bed?
Valentýn is still on the sofa; I didn’t move him back into the bed after John left. He’s not happy about it and has been sulking for days. Not only…
Vows renewed
It’s not that hard to make Marek horny. Usually it just involves the sun going down. He’s just not a morning-sex sort-of guy. A suck-my-piss-on sort-of guy, yes. But he’s…
Sex is a factory of affection.
I didn’t say that, although I wish I had. That dictum, uttered by an artist friend of Alfred Kinsey’s, has proved true for me and my friendship with Marek. It…
Marek’s porn fantasy
A loyal, and horny, reader suggested in the comments that he’d like to see a video of Marek fucking me, focusing, of course, on Marek’s butt. I broached the subject…
Fear of fish
Marek’s hallucinating now. There was a big discussion in my flat recently about Bryan‘s recent off-the-wall posts, not to mention his somewhat unhinged behavior in public. Marek overheard it and wanted to…
The state of my unions
The short of it is this: Valentýn is in my bed and Marek is not, and most of the time I have no idea where he is. He comes to the flat…
I’m a sucker for gypsy jizz
“GB, you want suck?” Marek said to me in a stage whisper from his laid-out position on the sofa. How many times have I heard that one? We had been…
Taking out the trash
Marek doesn’t want to admit that the problems we have are due, not to my love of beer, but almost exclusively to his being an ungrateful asshole. Today was a…
Two gypsies and a skinhead walk into a gay bar in Prague
I’ve recently cut down on my nights out at my favorite gay bar, U Rudolfa. Mostly because of money. Although beers are cheap there, if I want company when I…
There can be only one
You might have noticed I’ve stopped mentioning Valentýn in my posts. He’s not living with me anymore. Here’s the story. Valentýn was exceptionally affectionate during our night out at U…
All about eggs
The Czech slang word for testicles, as in Spanish, literally means “eggs.” Vejce. “Do my eggs,” is what Marek tells me when he wants me to suck his balls and…
A short history of violence, part 6, I think
I haven’t written the other parts yet. I will, I just haven’t gotten around to it. Whether I drink alcohol or not, I have a temper that occasionally manifests itself…
He likes it
His eyes were closed, but I could see Marek’s half-smile in the dark. Our noses were touching. His arm was flung over my back. My arm was around his neck…
The differences between
There are boys who do biznis, and then there are rent boys. What’s the difference? The difference is one of them fills my refrigerator up with food and drink, plies…
Finished with 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…
What to do about Marek
It’s an old issue, but now I’m not the only one feeling it. Although I told Marek we were finished I made a commitment not long ago — to myself…
Christmas is coming
If Marek brings up Vánoce one more time, I really am gonna cry. Somehow, Marek and I got on the subject of friendship. I was on the MacBook and not paying a lot…
Something drastic, like stealing
I suppose I should just get it over with and write this post. It’s no fun, so I hope you appreciate that. Marek acted out all day yesterday. He’s normally…
Marek: a fractured restrospective
flashback: “Why you angry me?” I asked him on the first night he was back. I was in my chair at the desk. He was sitting on the bed, legs…
Why I don’t see Marek anymore
For new readers: If you need to catch up on what Marek means to me, check out The GB & Marek Show! Amazing, my body’s reaction to seeing him. Autonomic and…
Near miss
For the first time, my stomach didn’t churn, my heart didn’t leap, my hands didn’t tremble. Nothing happened at all really, except a small spike in interest, when I saw…
Když jsme byli naposledy spolu — The last time we were together
Marek: A fractured restrospective – Free version
Flashback: “Why you angry me?” I asked him in Tarzan English on the first night he was back. I was in my chair at the desk. He was sitting on…
English 
Deutsch 
Français 
Español 
Português do Brasil 
香港中文 
日本語 
Čeština