Kuba was a Czech boy that Marek brought to my window one day. He’d been homeless at the station before that. He stayed in my flat for a couple weeks, and we fucked around a lot.
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Rencontre Kuba
My new rent-boy flatmate either found a cheaper place or one better suited to his orientation, whatever that might turn out to be. I was going to ask him to…
Fini avec Marek
Du moins, c'est ce que je lui ai dit il y a une dizaine de minutes. En réponse au fait qu'il m'ait nargué avec ceci : "Oh GB, ne pleure pas. Ne pleure pas." S'il te plaît, ne pense pas que j'étais...
Kuba regarde Pinocchio
He didn’t like it. He liked the music at first, which featured Paul van Dyk and other music I only vaguely recognized, but once the DJ settled in and started…
Kuba quizzes me on character
Kuba went down a list of punters at the station today and asked me what I thought of them. It seems he’s had a lot of offers. I didn’t have…
Coitus interruptus
Vasile came into the flat about an hour ago while Kuba and I were having sex, the sort of sex we’ve been having where rough-housing — and I do mean rough —…
Kuba called me a cunt
So I threw him out. Kuba had been behaving strangely yesterday, beginning with a small beer-drinking session we had with Vasile’s Irish girlfriend. She and Vasile had had a big…
Grand ouvert
The first thing I noticed was that the door to my room was busted. I’d already kicked out a third of it during a violent tirade against Bryan, leaving it in woody…
Fini avant d'avoir commencé
I don’t expect him to come back. Kuba, that is. But if he does, I’ll be more or less happy about it. He told me he would, with earnest, wide-eyed…
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