Something Lost
It's funny thinking about Jason. He was fiery and passionate and beautiful. A northern suburbs boy. A tough, footy playing, beer swilling, straight as they come, but not straight at all, lad.
We kind of had a special bond, kids from different sides of the tracks make good friendship. Day time movie premises, we’d meet furtively. I bet they wouldn't show the hot fucking, skin on skin we knew. We couldn't get enough of each other's genitals, hand down his pants in the dark. Back to his place and we were always pulling each other's pants off.
He seemed so alive and his extended family seemed like a circus going on around him. Not a fucking clue about their boy.
The funny bit is that I have his parent's phone number. It wouldn't be so unrealistic that they haven't moved, they'd lived in that house for years.
They loved me. They thought I was funny. They were all so earthy, in away. They called me Jason's boyfriend, even though they never suspected. We were both kids in their eyes. I was different to them, so I was just Jason's buddy. School friend, that's how he passed us off. They'd give me Jason's phone number, most likely. They'd certainly pass mine on to him.
What would happen, do you think?
I live on my own. (brother Daniel doesn’t count, doesn’t care)
What if he'd never found love?
What if he was married, but had lost the love?
What if he was married... boys cheat, they all do. He'd come over to my place and fuck and feel no guilt. Guys don't feel guilty about that stuff. If it involves their cocks, they don't care about anything else.
We kind of had a special bond, kids from different sides of the tracks make good friendship. Day time movie premises, we’d meet furtively. I bet they wouldn't show the hot fucking, skin on skin we knew. We couldn't get enough of each other's genitals, hand down his pants in the dark. Back to his place and we were always pulling each other's pants off.
He seemed so alive and his extended family seemed like a circus going on around him. Not a fucking clue about their boy.
The funny bit is that I have his parent's phone number. It wouldn't be so unrealistic that they haven't moved, they'd lived in that house for years.
They loved me. They thought I was funny. They were all so earthy, in away. They called me Jason's boyfriend, even though they never suspected. We were both kids in their eyes. I was different to them, so I was just Jason's buddy. School friend, that's how he passed us off. They'd give me Jason's phone number, most likely. They'd certainly pass mine on to him.
What would happen, do you think?
I live on my own. (brother Daniel doesn’t count, doesn’t care)
What if he'd never found love?
What if he was married, but had lost the love?
What if he was married... boys cheat, they all do. He'd come over to my place and fuck and feel no guilt. Guys don't feel guilty about that stuff. If it involves their cocks, they don't care about anything else.
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