Sunday, January 06, 2013

Nice tits


I wake up from a dream where I'm driving Colin's ashes somewhere, I have a whole trunk full of ashes and they're spilling into the backseat, filling the backseat and then pouring through into the front. Then I realize there's a law that no one can be in possession of any remnants of the bodies of people who have died of AIDS. There’s a siren in the background, and I'm wondering if it's music.

Did I tell you about the Buddy Line, 550-JOJO. I'm addicted. Although it doesn't work out so well when I actually meet guys because they're all pathological liars. The worst one was the guy who kept telling me that everyone's always lying, somehow that made me believe that he wasn't. He convinced me to go to Belmont and when I got there he looked like my grandfather, hulking and tasty. But I ended up having sex with him anyway because I didn't have enough money to take a cab back and I didn't want to get stuck there, what a mess. But, anyway, jerking off on the phone works okay and then occasionally I end up having an interesting conversation, with this one guy I even start talking about hustling and public sex and then he surprises me by saying you know, I'd really like to meet you.

So we end up meeting at Buddha's Delight, where usually I just have the hot and sour soup because everything else is so oily it makes me feel like I'm going to break out, but this guy makes a big deal of saying he wants to treat me, I should get anything I want, so I end up getting something disgusting and he keeps smiling at me but I can't tell if I'm attracted to him. He's kind of like some straight guy who never thought about being gay, except he’s gay.

We’re going over to the Pilgrim Theater, which is right around the corner although I've never been inside before. On the phone, he said it was the hottest place for public sex, but now it turns out that he's never been there either. It's seven dollars to get in — a glamorous old theater decaying on the outside and inside it's so dark that you can't see anything except a huge screen with blurry het porn. Everything smells kind of musty, but not as musty as I thought it would. Actually it seems kind of clean, but maybe that's just because it's so dark. We sit down in tattered velvet theater seats, and I'm trying to find someone to watch. This guy I'm with, Todd’s his name, he's watching the porn. The volume is up way too high, like they're trying to make sure that you don't hear anything else. It's a gang bang and this woman is getting fucked by five or six or seven men, no condoms in sight. I say I hope she's getting paid well.

Todd says: I can get into straight porn, it’s sort of alien, taboo. I say I guess I can get into it if I just look at the cocks. We’re looking around, still can't really see anything. We move to a seat on the other side of the aisle, way in back, where it turns out there's a huge group of people, some guy is giving blow jobs but it all feels too desperate. We go to the bathroom. Deep red paint on the walls, and there's no mirror, how am I going to fix my hair? I'm trying to piss but there’s someone on each side of me, jerking off, and then I notice the men behind me in the stalls without doors, their pants down and legs spread. I feel like I'm in some cautionary tale about the dangers of predatory men in public restrooms. I'm still trying to piss and this man reaches his hand under my ass, I move his hand away and say I'm trying to piss.

Todd comes over and touches my ass too, and at first it's kind of annoying but then I'm getting hard so he starts sucking my cock against the wall in the back with a huge audience, oh the looks on these guys’ faces, pain concealed as excitement. Then we go back in the theater and Todd and I are making out, but when I get ready to suck his cock he says it feels too exposed, which is kind of funny because he was just sucking my dick. We’re getting sweaty, so we take our shirts off, pants around our ankles. I say can we get arrested for this? He says I don't think so. And then we're both laughing, trying to arrange ourselves so we don't trip on our own feet, repeating things from the video where now there’s some hippyish woman getting fucked by some guy in his 50s with gray hair, a beard, and a potbelly, standing against a backdrop of the Hollywood Hills. He takes his dick out of her cunt and starts fucking her in the ass, then he pulls out and sticks it in her mouth, pulls out again and spits on her ass.

Todd says ew, so then I start pretending I'm going to spit on him to lube him up and I end up shooting all over his chest. Says he doesn't want to come, so we put our clothes back on and stop at some fancy new restaurant to wash up in the bathroom, the Brew Moon, I guess it's a brew pub. On our way out they say thank you for coming, and it's hard not to laugh. Outside someone yells nice tits! Nice tits! I say that's a new one, look over and Todd's laughing with me; I wonder if I have a new friend.

 

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