The wedding’s back on

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 in the bedroom. Preferably both.

It seems a fairly simple arrangement which several homeless boys have taken me up on in the . . .

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