Just the three of us.

After the night at OZ, TDC and I met up with the boy wonder, who we came to know as Gavin. He wondered into our apartment an hour after TDC called him, we sat and watched the TiVo of QAF. He laid his head in my lap an I gently ran my fingers through his soft brown hair, TDC lay at the other end running his hands over Gav's legs. I reached down to let my lips touch his. His lips where soft, he wrapped his arms around me, he pushed me back against the couch as he sat up and straddled me, TDC stood behind him letting his hands run over the from of the boys jeans.

Then a tornado of flesh.

Standing at the foot of the bed Gavin on all floors TDC's hard rod deep in his mouth, I position myself to enter the tanned child. Slurping, slapping, and moaning fills the air. TDC pulling away from gavins mouth slides under him lubing his cock up, pulling himself onto it. If you have never done this, its rather nice after you get a good rhythm going.

Afterwards he fell asleep between us, and has been sleeping on the couch every night there after. A hundred dollars rent a week and par of groceries.. I suppose it will work out for now, just another chapter in my screwed up world. What ever will mother think.

Oz.

On the opposite side of town from my humble abode with TDC stands a mammoth club, Oz. This is a gay wonderland full of young hipster speed freaks, old dried up queens, fat transvestite, and every other kind of flaming fag you can imagine. Occasionally I even follow the yellow brick road myself, mingling with the semen soaked boys and queens, letting myself join the "Real" gay community. Though I find myself often frustrated with these bois. Alas, I let TDC convince me to travel the yellow road this weekend.

Whenever I'm caught between two evils, I take the one I've never tried. -Mae West

So here I am in the middle of a dance floor TDC pressed against me from the from and other boys periodical pressed against us, lost in some hypnotic club tune, shadowed forms everywhere pulsing and pressing, the constant smell of alcohol and cigarette smoke burning its way into my nostrils. Hands groping, mouths meeting TDC kissing and nibbling one side of my neck as an unknown twink like boy kisses the other ours hips never stops moving, other boys stand to the side watching as our hands explore each others bodies, as the music pulled to a dead silence for the leader of the drag world to take stage, TDC and I pulled the twink along with us to a table and exchanged info. He was leaving as he had to work the next morning we plan on meeting up with him again tonight though, i'll have to let you dear readers know how it goes, I am hoping to bring back a good report.

Hitting the streets.

Footing back into the alleys of Vieux Carre, the constant smell of coffee and grime, listening to the darkness around me. The buildings seem to be crowding each other and the narrow streets. Cast-iron and wrought-iron balconies overhang the sidewalks, providing minimal shelter from the wind and the slow constant drizzle that is this town.Peacefull looking inviting courtyards can be glimpsed down narrow alleys or carriageways, and the smells of shrimp remoulades and seafood gumbos waft from hidden kitchens. Cathedral Bells echo through the background of this grand city as I just keep footing on, the only thing really on my mind is Vanilla Vodka and a hot body.

Then he steps from a warm doorway from the corner just ahead of me.

He stands there staring at me as if he has been waiting there all night, he smiles a familiar smile, a smile I could see with my eyes closed if I tried hard enough. His blue eyes burning little holes into my fragile soul, he never takes his eyes off me as I finish my steady pace to be inches in front of him. "Bonjour cher." His voice shatters anyresistancee I might have had. "You have been around Victoria for to long, you start wearing lipstick and Idon'tt think I can see you anymore." I was lieing through my teeth, nothing could make me not want to feel this boy pressed against me. "Vamp wasn't expecting you the other night, I told him you where his gift for being a good boy." He smiles almost innocently, something I am sure he could never be. "You know very well you just wanted me in the middle of you two.." I must admit I did want that a little too, but I would never tell him.

"Now come on someone gave me an idea today." I grabbed him by his arm as we made our way back through the allies towards Marigny, towards a little adult theaters that specializes in "Alternative Lifestyle" movies... "So long had you been on that corner?" Jason just smiled.

After my night out galiVAMPing.

In my automobile last night was a red rose with a letter attached, I can hear the oohs and aaahs coming from cyberland now, I never really understood this concept. Why take a living thing, cut it so it can die slowly, and give it to another person so they can marvel at it until it dies a few days later. Don't get me wrong, I may seem cold and heartless sometimes, and sometimes I am, but I can be sentimental I love to cuddle, I still have old birthday cards and all that, but why kill a perfectly good rose just so someone can look at it for a week?

TDC more then made up for his lack of being gift savvy when he got home from work, he gave me a much better gift.

I was laying on the couch from a fresh shower, nothing but white boxers on, watching T.V relaxing from the days events, when he walked in we exchanged pleasentries as he disappeared into the bedroom. When he re-emerged from the room his shoulder length blond hair was tucked under a cap, and there is nothing like a boy in a cap, as long as the cap is the only thing he is wearing. He pulled me up fro my spot on the couch and began running his lips over my neck and shoulders, nibbling lightly as his warm breath washed over me, as he ran his masculine hands over my chest until finally slipping them into the soft cotton shorts. As he ripped those shorts down wards I swear he growled as he pushed me onto the couch and pulls me forward by my hair to suck on his rod. )For those of you who don't know TDC has a thing for his balls being plays with, it can get him off like that.) So, of course had to take him all the way into my mouth, before releasing him so I could take turns sucking and licking on the two globes that hung below...

Before I knew it I was on my back seeing stars and praying to a make believe god that this feeling would never stop, I mean TDC isn't huge by any means, he's actually rather average but that boy can work me so good I feel tremors for weeks.

This almost makes me look forward to my next rose.

The slums of the Lou.

Three O'clock in the morning traveling by foot in parts of the city most people run from, I always have been fearless like that, taking in the scent of the rain that had fallen hours before and the unmistakable scent of a city that has become over crowded. Passing building after building, catching a neon sign here and there, glancing through the window of the G-Spot checking out the men, wondering what TDC is doing back at home in bed, where I should be. Walking faster, the cool night wind biting at my hands and nose, stopping shortly in front of the door, nock nock, waiting for Victoria to answer, slipping my hands inside my tight pants pockets. Counting the steps as I hear her come to the door, I have always done that, counted steps, weird Quirk I guess. Then she opened it, the big brown wig on her head seeming huge compared to her short trim body. "Bonjour, mon petit." Her voice come out far to masculine ruining the stream line image she has created for herself. "Not in full character I see?" "Shut up, or I'll leave you out there." she turned with out saying a word, clomping her way back up the stairs to main floor, her living room full of stale cigarette smoke, beer cans and the occasional half dressed boy. "Where is Jason?" as I look round the small hell hole, she just giggles and points to the far room. "Back there with Vamp, he said you could meet them back there." My shirt was off before I got to the door.

What is the worst thing you could hear while making love??? Honey, I'm home!

I remember my first time, But who doesn't.

I was sixteen, tall and skinny, six foot three 145 pounds of nothing but muscle, with shaggy brown high school hair. He was twenty three a little shorter then myself with a crew cut, a real manly man, with bedroom blue eyes and blond hair that ran down his chest to the hidden spot in his blue swimming shorts, where there was clearly a bulge as he pushed himself against my side in my grandmothers pool. The birds where silent, the world seemed at a stand still as we swam side by side for hours, flirting like little school girls, it seems almost childish now. This was different then the few chance encounters I had become accustomed to meeting certain places simply for a jerk or blow. He was a dazzling creature, the way he whispered he wanted to kiss me, the fear of someone walking out on us. The way his muscular arm wrapped around he as he slipped a large hand into the front of my shorts letting his fingers graze languidly over my erect cock. Pushing his fingers slowly through the dark hairs forested about the base of my member, I remember almost shooting at his touch. Then he took his own cock out, I remember as a teenager being happy with my cock, eight and a half inches isn't anything to frown at, but then I saw his cock, I learned later it was 10 inches, The first and last I have seen. He grabbed for my hand and place dit upon his rod, even in the cool of the water I could feel the heat emanating from it. We where like that for what now seems like hours, stroking each other slowly, waiting for everyone inn the house to disappear into the ethereal land of slumber, watching the reflection of the stars shine from behind his beautiful blue eyes.

When the lights all dimmed and the men of the outer world slept we slipped from the aqua wonder world, and there on the deck he pulled my trunks around my ankles and took all of me into his warm mouth, all the while mosquito's nuzzle dagainst my ear and drank there fill without any resistance. I can still feel his hands running through my hair as he forced a portion of himself into my mouth, sliding in and out to his own accord. I can't think of a night I haven't sat and though about the way he felt sliding up and down on my spit covered dick. At the time I didn't worry about the diseases he might have possessed I was young and in love, and those are the worst traits one can posses.. Don't worry reader he didn't have anything and neither do I, but he was perfect while it lasted.. If I knew where he was I would do it all over again..

A Letter of Introduction.........

Dear Reader,
I Regret to inform you this will probably not be a happy blog, full of puppies and happy little ditties of someone elses lyrics. I however do not regret to inform you this blog will probaly be full of sarchasm, wit, and the occasional X-rated extra carricular adventures of a young fag lost in America. If you find any of that to much for you I suggest leaving now, and if you kind that kind of thing interesting, what kind of fucking sicko are you? Hopefully a cute chiseled one...

Well then I suppose I should start at the begining, It all started two years ago, like msot of my friendships start might I add, with writhing and pressing and touching on the dance floor, he was more then gorgeous he was fucking hott, 17 blond hair, and abs as tight as Cher's implanted ass, for fun will call him TDC, To Damn Cute, Well TDC was a chance I couldnt resist so I had to have him repeatidly so I have and now two years later I share an apartment and to cats with him, not that its all that bad a bit domestic for me though, dont worry I find tings to keep myself amused. But thats for another post..

As this letter draws to an end I realize i have not really told you much about myself, I'm sure the post in the future will help aleviate all your questions, until then just imagine the best fuck you have ever had, that was me..