Slovak Pavel

Scattered updates about friends, rent boys, rent-boys-who-are-friends and more

My life’s about to take another weird turn but that’s why I’m here after all. I’ll say more in a few days. However, I’ve been wanting to write about several things: 1. How Honza, the boy who incorrectly stood me up for biznisThe sex business; sex for money; prostitution This spelling convention was introduced to …

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Pavel to the rescue

“Today: two biznisThe sex business; sex for money; prostitution This spelling convention was introduced to me by a very personable, cute-as-hell straight Roma boy who hung out…,” PavelPavel was a straight, early-20s Czech rent boy who had a girlfriend and eventually a baby boy. He was the closest thing I had to… grins and says …

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Pavel in black-mesh sports briefs

Holy fuck, does my crotch smell like jizz! Usually does really, even when I’m not getting laid this much. Jack-off junkie, that’s me. I have a habit of slipping my hand down my shorts, either scratching my pubes or cupping my balls, takin’ my fingers out and smelling them. The combo of ball sweat, jizz and piss — yum!

Slovak Pavel

Originally published on September 9, 2003 in Prague, the Czech Republic. I was here only two days and had my first boy, passed on by my American buddy, ChrisChris was undoubtably my best friend among the sexpats in Prague. He was a 60-something antiques dealer who moved to Prague mostly to escape the…, whom I …

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