Daniel is 24 and a station mainstay, having lived there for about 5 years, so he tells me. It’s almost certain he’s using drugs of some kind, although I haven’t inspected his veins or anything. I know he smokes a lot of weeds but who knows what else goes into his body. Paul told me […]
Pavel did not fuck me and his friend didn’t answer Pavel’s “bzzt bzzt” at the door; so, when Pavel comes back, we just do nor-mall, non-chemically enhanced biznis. [I learned the correct spelling today from a new station boy; more on him later.] Again, Pavel wouldn’t take any money for it, which is frustrating, both
Daniel gave me a sweater yesterday, making me look away as he pulled it from his backpack. “Please… no looking … present for you.” It took me about two hours of intermittent and not entirely serious cajoling to get him to admit that he stole it. It’s a generic acrylic sweater that’s actually not bad-looking
Line ‘em up and suck ‘em off. That’s been a fantasy of mine for a while; and so, what with the steady supply of boys Daniel’s been bringing into my house for possible biznis, I decided to indulge it. Daniel-Number-Two is a bit of a chunk and very solid. (There are three Daniels in this
O pinto de Daniel-Number-Two fica tão gordo e suculento quando ele fica duro (o que leva cerca de três lambidas e cinco segundos) e sua jocularidade é tão desarmante que eu posso perdoar a quase totalidade de sua quase me derrubar com sua mão febrilmente masturbável. Eu tive que atrasá-lo manualmente algumas vezes porque seu estilo é completamente o oposto ao de David e porque eu estou tentando fazer com que eles, bem, cronometrem suas doses de esperma.
I woke up with a cock in my ass. Well, really, about one-third of a cock up my ass since, unlike what some of my peers have told me about theirs, my ass has only gotten tighter with age. More than just being awakened suddenly, it surprised me because Daniel hasn’t really been interested in
Radovan has been sleeping on the sofa bed, uneventfully, for the last few days, but today he got a little weird. Daniel stays here full-time as well, earning his keep, somewhat, by mopping, cleaning, shopping and cooking. I figgered there was gonna be some territorial scuffling and there has been, although their behavior toward each
Daniel went MIA yesterday – after my poetic burst yesterday about making choices. I didn’t say they were the correct choices. The choices I seem to be writing about most are the ones whose consequences are completely out of my control. He had started gathering the pieces of clothing strewn around the apartment and puttingthem