Monday 27 March 2006

Reading In The Park

I was in the park reading, Dead Europe, Christos Tsiolkos. Good book, it kept me captivated.

The grass was green, the sky blue, a gentle breeze blew.

A school boy from the local catholic boy's school was playing soccer, on his own. The blue tail of his school shirt hung out over his arse. His shirt was unbuttoned and his school tie was pulled to one side. I could see the hairs on his chest.

A cute wog-boy to be sure.

I looked back to my book, not thinking any more about anything.


“Hey mate,” said a voice. I looked up, the soccer player was smiling at me. His foot was resting on top of the white ball. “Do you play ball?”

My mind reeled with a hundred answers.

“Shouldn't you be in school?” I said.

“Sure,” he said, with a huge smile. “But I'm not.”

“Why not?” I said.

He let his head tilt to one side. “It's my eighteenth birthday. I should be able to have the day off on my eighteenth birthday, shouldn't I?”

I refocussed on him. Eighteen, I thought. “Too big for school, huh?” I had to admit, he was sexy.

“Too big today.” He smiled and seemed to point to his crotch, but I assumed he was pointing to the soccer ball. “We could play ball?”

“It's not the type of ball that I'm used to playing with…” I looked him up and down, unashamedly. “But you're close.” I couldn’t help myself. It just came out before I’d really thought it through.

He looked down at his fingers. I think he got it. He seemed to blush. He started to kicked the ball around with his foot. He kept looking up at me, with those big eyes. Stealing glances. Wanting eyes. Intent. Hopeful.

I knew what those eyes were saying.

“My names Carlo,” he said. “What’s yours?”

“Josh,” I said.

“You dribbling in front of me?” 

“No, that's basketball,” he said. He laughed, and blushed.

“Oh course, I knew that,” I said.

“So, you wanna play?” He looked at me so intently, I was pretty sure he was using the euphonism.

“I’m not much of a soccer player.”

“You just have to kick it.”

“You make it sound so easy…”

“It is easy,” he said. “All you have to do is give it a go.”

I contemplated giving it a go momentarily, it’s not often I get such an invite, if ever, but my danger danger Will Robinson voice went off in my head. “Oh, I don’t think I’m much of a soccer player, sorry.” I should have given it a go, I thought.


He practiced his fancy leg work, kicking the white ball from one foot to the other, in front of me.

“Okay,” he said.

Then I watched him kicked the ball back to the green lawn where he was to begin with. The kid had good form.

I smiled and went back to my book.


Sunday 26 March 2006

Personal Responsibility

What is with all those stupid forty kilometre an hour speed limits? If we just taught the pedestrians to keep off the road, or if parents put some effort into their kids and taught them the road laws, instead of whinging that being a parent is too tough, we wouldn't need reduced speeds.

Of course, we could solve the child obesity problem by raising the speed limit and making the little fat fucks run.

I’m not really sure why there isn’t education directed at pedestrians, rather than slowing cars down all the time. Surely, if pedestrians stuck to the rules that would go a long way to solving the, um, what problem is it that we are trying to solve? Surely, if pedestrians aren’t on the road, they wouldn’t get hit by cars? Logically. I haven’t heard too many reports of cars being on the footpath. You know what I mean.


Sunday 19 March 2006

Threesomes

Matt and I went to the sauna, last night and picked up a pretty wog boy. Big brown eyes and a keen attitude. Handsome face, nice arse.

We'd had a shit load of meth, Penny bought it over, Saturday morning. Her treat, 'cause I'd been so good to her. 

I’d been good to her? What? I didn't throw her out of the house when she lived here when couldn't even grasp the smallest shred of consideration for her fellow human beings. We’d wake up with stoners and druggies Sunday morning on our couch who Penny had bought home, the names of who she didn’t know, she having disappeared to her room leaving them to it. It took many repeats of this, and much explaining before she got it. 

I guess that’s what she meant, but, you know, who cares.

Pipe?

We had Viagra to counter the effects of the meth. It’s not that either of us really need it but, of course, it is just nice to know. Take a whole one and my head spins, much more so than on recreationals.

A pretty wog boy, who we took turns in fucking. He loved Matt and my big cocks, couldn't get enough.

He wanted to be split open. "Tear me apart with your hard cocks," he said. “You two have great cocks,” he slurred.”

I think he may have taken something.

He gasped for minute breathes, so it would seem, as we double fucked him. I was on my back, he was straddling me, and Matt was behind him. 

“Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” He shook. He dripped with sweat. He groaned. And pushed back as much as Matt and I pushed forward. He kind of chocked on nothing when we were both inside him. 

“Oh cum in me, cum in me,” he demanded. We both had on condoms, so he could fantasise all he liked. We looked after him properly. We both came up his arse, as he spasmed like a wild buck his big fat cock spraying me with his cum.

He wanted our number so we could do him again just like that, but, he was just Sunday night recreation, nothing more. You know, more fun than the Sunday night movie, not more fun than cuddling up with my boyfriend later.

He was nice though, his name was Anton.

Matt and I showered afterwards. The hot water was good, washing off all the stickiness. I think it is my favourite part of the sauna, those big showers spraying all over me.

We headed off into the night afterwards, the fresh air refreshing, and soothing.

I put my arm around Matt’s shoulders as we walked to the car. I felt so attracted to him and what we’d shared. Boyfriends who share together love together.


Sunday 12 March 2006

Quiet Weekend

Matt came over Friday night and stayed the weekend, we had the house to ourselves. Time for a quiet, healthy weekend.

We went jogging Friday night, Saturday and Sunday. Shirtless, small shorts. We got whistled at, which made us smile. We ran well, we compete when we run, of course, we can’t help it.

Matt cooked the main course. I made a flourless chocolate cake and raspberry muffins.

We got DVDs and a bag of pot. I introduced him to weed, but he took to it really well. 

We were bleary-eyed and cuddled up late Sunday. Ah, good times.


Sunday 5 March 2006

Aching Head

Matt and I got really wasted last night. Of course, that's just the build up to when we get home.

We got pills from Penny, kind of unexpectedly. Bryce was there, looking like the gayest straight boy ever, as only he can. All those muscles and blond hair, and his shirt undone down to where? And the top button of his button up fly undone. It couldn't be, look-at-my-cock any more blatantly, really it couldn't. Talk about gay-baiting.

In an unfortunate drugged out episode, I once told Bryce that I really wanted to see him cum. He told me I was disgusting and not respecting him. Nyr, what did I expect, from the gayest straight boy on the planet.

Matt and I danced like men possessed. The music was good.

We got home late.

I licked Matt's arse and sucked his fat cock for hours, as the sun came up. I got kind of single-minded about it. He didn't mind, of course. Lying there like a prince. Ha ha.

I love all his pre-cum, he leaks like a ship going down. Man the lifeboats!

He sat on my face with me pulling his big hard cock like a handle as his balls slapped my chin, until he was so wet and eaten out that he backed all the way down my body straight onto my hard cock, which he fucked himself on until his beautiful big fat cock sprayed cum all over my chest, as I pumped a huge load up his arse.

Matt headed home this morning, he looked completely fucked. I'm buzzing, but fucked, stretching out in bed thinking I am just going to do nothing today.


Saturday 4 March 2006

Farting About

I was doing my computer art. I smoked pot all morning. Lost in it. Lovely!

At 2pm, I decided that I just had to get up and go to mum's, as I'd told her I'd be over. And I stood her up last weekend. So, I got ready and left.

When I was nearly there, I remembered that she said she was going out in the afternoon. Doh! Idiot! What a waste of time, served me right. But, I was nearly there, might as well pop in just in case she was home after all.

She wasn’t.

Now what did I come over here for, oh clearly the lawn. The lawn was in desperate need of a cut. My pace quickened. I got over my alarm phobia by marching right into the house and shutting the damn thing off. There! Done. Don’t be such a pussy in future.

I cut the lawn, quick as a flash. It’s not that easy either, as her front yard is terraced, four terraces to be exact. And there is a pond with gold fish. Not so many gold fish now a days though, just a couple.

After I was done, I sat in the kitchen and ate her cake and drank some tea. Then I and got out quick... before she got home.

There, done, now Mat and I can go out tonight. Yeah.

Right attitude, you question?

I visited. I can't help it if mum wasn't home.

Don’t get me wrong, I love my mum, she is the best mum in the world, but, I can’t have her cutting into my pot smoking time, now can I? Ha ha. You've got to get your priorities right in this world, if you are going to get anywhere?