Keilor Park Drive
I was driving down the Calder, coming back from the shack, sun shining, car purring and I saw a sign that said Keilor Park Drive. Of course, I have seen it many times, but had I ever really looked at it? It was like something I didn't know. I have no information on that. It was somewhere I had never been and somewhere I would probably never go.
The closest I had was Jason from Glenroy. Not that that is really close at all. Is it? I have no idea. I laughed to myself, am I an inner city ghetto dweller? I hadn't thought about Jason in ages.
I met him in the city, on one of those endless city visits that seventeen year olds seem to make. He was a tough looking straight boy, I assumed, in the bog for a piss. He had that look in his eyes, though, I couldn't believe it. He seemed so straight and so tough, but he kept looking at me with ‘the look’ in his eyes we all know so well. Then he followed me out to the basins.
It wasn’t until he nervously said, "Do you know some where to go?" that I really knew I wasn't imagining it.
“No,” I said.
Then the toilet door opened and a slightly scared looking effeminate boy exited with sideways looks in our direction.
Jason motioned to me with his eyes to go back into the toilet.
He was hot and we did filthy things together in the CentrePoint bog. The old guys were looking over and under the cubicle from either side.
It was a hell of a trip, to his place when his parents were at work. It could have been one of the first times I had left the safe confines of my own suburb and my mother's bosom. In the holidays, it didn't matter how long it took.
Not long after I'd got my licence, I ventured out to his place, as one of the first things I did. As a horny eighteen year old, driving across town for a shag, it became apparent that there was a lot I didn't know, as I found my way through a multitude of suburbs that I never knew even existed.
It was the first time we did it in a bed, his bed. He was keen, not nervous at all. We took turns in fucking each other.
It was funny to think that there was a whole group of people who I would never mix with, never meet. Strangers in my own city who lived in and around Keilor Park Drive.
Keilor Park Drive.
The closest I had was Jason from Glenroy. Not that that is really close at all. Is it? I have no idea. I laughed to myself, am I an inner city ghetto dweller? I hadn't thought about Jason in ages.
I met him in the city, on one of those endless city visits that seventeen year olds seem to make. He was a tough looking straight boy, I assumed, in the bog for a piss. He had that look in his eyes, though, I couldn't believe it. He seemed so straight and so tough, but he kept looking at me with ‘the look’ in his eyes we all know so well. Then he followed me out to the basins.
It wasn’t until he nervously said, "Do you know some where to go?" that I really knew I wasn't imagining it.
“No,” I said.
Then the toilet door opened and a slightly scared looking effeminate boy exited with sideways looks in our direction.
Jason motioned to me with his eyes to go back into the toilet.
He was hot and we did filthy things together in the CentrePoint bog. The old guys were looking over and under the cubicle from either side.
It was a hell of a trip, to his place when his parents were at work. It could have been one of the first times I had left the safe confines of my own suburb and my mother's bosom. In the holidays, it didn't matter how long it took.
Not long after I'd got my licence, I ventured out to his place, as one of the first things I did. As a horny eighteen year old, driving across town for a shag, it became apparent that there was a lot I didn't know, as I found my way through a multitude of suburbs that I never knew even existed.
It was the first time we did it in a bed, his bed. He was keen, not nervous at all. We took turns in fucking each other.
It was funny to think that there was a whole group of people who I would never mix with, never meet. Strangers in my own city who lived in and around Keilor Park Drive.
Keilor Park Drive.
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