I lived for 5+ years in Prague among that beautiful city’s rent boys — drinking, fucking, pimping, and writing my heart out.
Then, they deported me.
This is the full, untold story, Part One.
Originally published between September 2003 and March 2004.
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I took Joe’s advice — along with his very generous donation (thanks Joe and thanks to Barry, too) — and had myself a couple of pivos and a couple boys too. Here’s the first boy-story. I had woken up especially horny, so horny that I actually thought of wanking off instead of finding some boy. …
I might not get a chance to post the second boy-story because I’ll be cleaning up the apartment tomorrow and doing laundry in preparation for handing it over to the subletter. At this point I don’t know exactly where I’ll be sleeping. I have 600 crowns put back for a couple nights in a hostel/ubytovna …
“Morning? Love. Night? No love. Next day? Crazy. Monday? Stupid crazy.” That’s how DanielDaniel was a gay Roma boy in his mid-20s. He was my first live-in boyfriend in Prague. He was brown-skinned and a perfect mesomorph, although… More just described our relationship, as we lyed on the sofa bed, arms around, over, under each …
DanielDaniel was a gay Roma boy in his mid-20s. He was my first live-in boyfriend in Prague. He was brown-skinned and a perfect mesomorph, although… More has his head butted up against my waist, his arms around me, begging to spend our last 50 crowns to buy chocolate bars — he’s got the munchies after …
..and living in an ubytovna (the Czech version of a hostel), on the outskirts of Prague, populated 90% by Slovaks and Ukrainians — many temporary laborers and just plain poor folks — and, as far as I know, only two English speakers: Me and Eddie, Bob’s friend, and now mine. Rent for one month was …
I sold my Powerbook to a reader of this site. I didn’t get exactly what I wanted, and two days later another guy offered me 2000 Kč more, but I was grateful and at least I wasn’t hellerless. After three days of not being able to buy my own food, I was excited to have …
He had me all-hard all right and was using both his hands to pull and twist on me roughly, and his mouth and tongue to twirl and soften the suck. I was swaying backwards and forwards as he tugged on me for all he was worth. No lie: In no more than a minute or so, Vašek had yanked a nasty, loud, slightly painful, exhausting load out of my smarting, stinging dick.
My two changes of clothing are beginning to smell like my room in the ubytovna: like a nursing home that’s held a series of sweating, pissing human bodies who moved in and then checked out, or died. Now winter is back, after the warm spell of the last couple weeks, and I can no longer …
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