布拉格的出租男孩》前言,第一部分 - 免费版
房间里所有的租房男孩都开始围着我转,我吓坏了。
June 3-18; July 12, 2005 I’m writing now through the power of a stolen credit card. Radovan, the first real friend I made among Prague’s rent boys, recently showed me a spot where the city’s pickpockets dispose of their castoffs once they’ve removed the crowns, euros, or pounds — or kroners, in this case —
Most of my rent-boy pleasure the past week or so have been enjoyed vicariously with Americans Paul and Marty — the guest house I’m staying in at the moment doesn’t allow rent boys at all, not even during the day for an hour or so. The proprietor, Ron, though gay, is somewhat judgmental concerning the
Finally got an apartment! I sign the lease tomorrow so I’m not celebrating until then. Nevertheless, I had my first boy over, whom the rest of my friends here have dubbed Ambulance Boy. He’s the same shaved headed thang I procured for Paul and Marty on a previous night and since they made him cum
Radovan is becoming a huge, albeit, charming and sexy, drain on my finances. Whenever he comes over I abandon all hope of getting anything done and all hope of holding onto the Crown notes I have in my wallet. Two days ago, he rang the doorbell and asked “It is all right I come up
Went out with a bunch of Americans, a Brit and a Greek guy who lives in Budapest — all of whom were staying at either Ron’s or Bob’s guest houses. After dinner we headed off to Pinocchio’s, of course. Typical crowd, although Bob latched onto a blonde-haired, young, muscled beauty whom I’d never seen before.
I’m sitting in the Globe Bookstore (“an expat institution” says Lonely Planet) accessing the internet once again. Radovan is off baby-sitting a very cool American guy whom we’re trying to persuade to shake off the Pentecostal guilt of his past and enjoy the delights of readily available and cute Prague boys. He’s accompanied by an