Murray & Bruno
Murray and Bruno dropped over, it was good to see them. The two of them have been overseas holidaying, it was time off, now, that Bruno has finished his degree.
Murray and Bruno, are the cutest couple of boyfriends I know, I reckon.
Murry is a cop, a gay cop.
Murray was on duty one night and Bruno was brought in for suspected prostitution. Bruno always laughs at this point in the story, gets uncomfortable and, generally, asks for the telling of the story to cease, before Murray gets to the, um, point of the story, not that Murray tells that story, much, any longer.
"I'm not really ashamed of it," said Bruno, once. He shrugged. “I was a couple years older than the other guys at uni, I’d given up work to go back to study. I was giving it away every weekend, anyway. Some guy at a bar offered me $200 to fuck him and it seemed like an easy option to get a few of the luxuries I’d been used to.”
“So, what happened?”
“When I tried to hock it one night out, high on crystal, the only way I got the nerve, under cover cop. Stupid. Naïve. I might as well have been wearing a sandwich board… Still, I met Murray.”
Bruno had done a mechanics apprenticeship and then went back to uni to study business. His mother always said to him, “What’s this mechanics caper, eh, Bruno. You go to university and get a real job and then I won’t have to worry about you.”
“It was all kinds of sus,” said Murray. “The arresting officer wasn’t supposed to be undercover…”
“He was a big, closet homo, I tell you,” said Bruno. “He arrested me after I had his hard dick in my mouth.”
“I took over from the arresting officer when he suddenly came down for nausea, or something.”
“Big weak stomach fag,” said Bruno. “The whole thing reeked of homophobia.”
“I’d been out all weekend snorting crystal and not getting sex,” said Murray. “Then this hot hot wogboy gets bought in… I had a woody instantly.... didn't go down the whole time I was interviewing him.”
“The copper was smoking hot,” said Bruno. “I was high, I didn’t care, I wasn’t taking it too seriously, it was a joke, a laugh, I wasn’t no ho. I probably I should have been.” He shrugged. “But, I was cheeky and flirted.”
“He was coming onto me,” said Murray. “In this masculine, macho way. My head was spinning. I’m sure it kicked my e back in from two days before.”
There was a cross over in shifts at the station and for a little over an hour, Murray was the only policeman on duty.
“I wasn’t expecting anything to happen,” said Bruno. “So, when this hot copper said, “Come down the changing rooms and you could make this go away.”
“Bubble butt, broad shoulders, I don’t know why,” said Murray. “I decided I was game, if he was.”
“He was instantly with me,” said Bruno. “He said that he’d need my raw arse to make if disappear completely.”
“I thought he was a straight boy willing to give it up to clear his name,” said Murray. “I was hooked.”
“I like to bottom,” said Bruno. “And ever since, as a young teenager, I sat on my policeman uncle motorcycle cop’s lap when he bought his new BMW bike around to show me.” Bruno’s face cracked into the trade mark cheeky smile, as though he was remembering a time long passed. When he focused again, he couldn’t get the sly grin off his face. “I’ve had a policeman fantasy ever since.”
“I had no second thoughts about fucking a straight boy raw.” Murray shrugged. “Why?”
Murray has one of those wide, flat on the top, extra thick, bend like a banana, cocks that is always rock hard.
“He grabbed the back of my head and pushed it forward, as he slid his cock into my arse, as I clung to the urinal pipes, never have I been filled like that…” said Bruno. “I was in love.”
“He took it all in, with one slide in, right up to my balls, I could sense that he thought I was going to stop, give him time to adjust, but I didn't. Then I just held it there, as his wail started down low and crescendo’d sharply as he exhaled all of his breath out.”
“I thought he was some straight copper on a twisted power trip,” said Bruno. “I was hot for him… open.” He blushed.
It wasn’t until a week later that Murray came face to face with Bruno at a gay bar, just like that, that it all came clear. Murray said it was an epiphany moment, where his fantasy around Bruno shattered and it all came into focus for him and he wondered how he could have got it so wrong, instantly replaced by the infinite number of possibilities that opened up in front of him with the new Bruno, the gay Bruno.
Oh, really, wow! Murray has a fondness for wogboys and a very masculine one like Bruno pushed all of his buttons. His mouth fell open.
Bruno, a bit out of it, momentarily, thought Murray had come looking for him.
“You’re gay?” said Murray.
“Yeah. Sure.” Then Bruno had his epiphany moment too. Murray was gay too.
“What did you think I was?” asked Bruno.
“Oh… um, not gay.”
Murray took Bruno to a fuck club and made out with him with abandon.
They have been together ever since. They are like two straight boy buddies hanging out, which turns the gay boys on hugely. The guys are so turned on to them when they find out they are boyfriends. Despite many a gay boy down the pool competition wanting to share their charms they have been, pretty much, monogamous ever since.
They have just kind of included each other into their lives, without any big announcements, without making a big deal of it. Murray’s parents were surprised, but have now accepted the two boys into their lives.
“It’s like we got another son,” said Murray’s mum.
Bruno’s parents never speak about it and won’t have it mentioned, Murray is simply Bruno’s buddy and it is left at that.
“Ma, I’m trying to tell you I’m gay.”
His mother was silent.
“Ma?”
She looked, if anything, defiant.
“Ma?”
“I hear vhat you are saying, Bruno, but don’t ask me to understand,” she said. “Do not speak about this with you father.”
“It was like my straight son suddenly started dating another straight boy,” said Murray’s Dad. “They didn’t seem gay, I never ever had that thought about Murray, which is what I found to be so confusing.”
Murray and Bruno have bought a double fronted weatherboard in Brunswick. It’s a dump, worst house in the best street, sort of stuff. The previous owner had lived there for fifty years, ten as a widow, nearly all of those 10 years with cats. They play handy men on the weekends, it’s all overalls and tool belts. You’d say the house is now mid renovation.
“Moving along quicker with a second pay packet,” said Murray.
Bruno has a vegetable garden and a dog.
Murray works hard and is very ambitious.
Bruno has just got a job as a junior accountant at an international accounting firm. He’s a bit more laid back than Murray, but he knows he has to do well, wog parents expect it.
They are adorable together, they act like best buddies, like two guys out to have fun. They go bungee jumping and parachuting and snowboarding together. They call each other mates, not usually boyfriends, although they do occasionally. It’s all blokey stuff with the two of them, and then, just out of the blue, they’ll kiss each other, it’s kind of like a bolt, such a turn on, I have to say. I’ve always had the hots for Bruno, but since Murray is a long term buddy from my uni days, I don’t really think about Bruno like that.
But Bruno down at Wye River in those tangerine high sided speedos, completely tanned, strolling out of the water, all wet and dripping, to be introduced to me for the first time, will go into my mental photo album of all-time keeper mental snap shots.
They work hard, they play hard.
I remember once this serious lesbian said to Bruno that he and Murray should give a Chinese orphan a good home, as they were a committed couple in a long term relationship of five years... it was their duty to prove the world wrong. The look on Bruno’s face was I-don’t-even-understand-what-you-are-saying. He’s definitely just a boy with a fun agenda. Both Murray and Bruno have the same ethos on life, Work hard and earn lots of money so you can buy big toys and go on boy’s own adventures.
Recently, their status was evened out, with Bruno leaving uni and getting a job.
They dropped over. Me and Steve and Tommy were sitting together on the couch, hanging out, watching dvds, shit-faced on pot. Tommy and I ganged up on Steve and he finally relented when he had our two adorable faces pointing towards him, pleading.
“Okay.” Smile. “Roll me a joint.”
I don’t know what’s going on between Tommy, Steve and me. Nothing is going on, nothing has ever been talked about, but Tommy, strangely, fits into Steve and my life. I don’t know what I’m talking about, what this even means, but it’s just a feeling I get, when I see Steve and Tommy look at each other adoringly. I’m sure I’m not imagining it, because it’s not something I’ve ever wanted to imagine; seems like nothing but hard work and a good way to, possibly, fuck up a good relationship. Maybe, I’ve just got too much time on my hands to think.
Of course, Murray was straight onto Tommy, he has the wogboy thing big time.
“And who’s’ this?”
Tommy leant forward and extended his hand, “Tommy.”
“Murray,” said Murray all breathless and low. Fixed gaze too long. Snap out of it, engage with everyone else. Chat, chat, look over to see Murray snatching glimpses of Tommy. Look over to see Tommy snatching glimpses of Murray. Subtly. Snatched. Nothing going on there.
Tommy was taken with Murray too, that was clearly obvious. He got all interested and eye-fluttery with everything Murray said.
Bruno is so sexy. He’s always had the hots for Steve. A couple of times when he’s been really out of it on drugs, he’s fixated on Steve, telling him in gory detail what he wants to do to him. I can spot the signs now, he gets all flushed in the face, with no expression – well, that straight-lipped wired look – glancing at Steve, saying things only Steve can hear.
Bruno is pretty fine, gushes Steve...
“So, how does Tommy fit in?” asked Murray.
“Tommy lives over the road.”
“This looks very cosy for just the boy who lives over the road.”
“Baby poof... learning the ropes,” said Steve. Steve has a way of bluntly shutting down conversation that probably shouldn’t proceed. But, it was the first time I’d heard Steve give Tommy a position.
“Nice to meet you Tommy.” The idiot grin. I could almost imagine the saliva dripping from Murray’s chin, as he said nice to meet you. I could picture the chin tremble.
After a few moments and maybe a cup of tea round, Murray managed to be sitting next to Tommy, being all alpha male. Tommy was drawn, interested and soon they were taking quietly to each other and Tommy was blushing and trying to not look really turned on, you know, “the idiot grin, again,” so I had a pretty good idea what Murray was saying to him.
Well, well, I was surprised, I had not seen predator Murray for years, not since before Bruno. Oh, I’d seen predator Murray plenty in the years I known him; he is square-jawed, drop dead gorgeous, he’s attracted everybody. I’ve sometimes wondered what it would truly be like to be that good looking, I always concluded, just normal, I guess... but at an intensity that us mere mortals will never understand. I’ve seen plenty before who have been into Murray buzzing around, who clearly Murray was interested in. He’s been completely monogamous to Bruno though – other than a handful of threesomes the boys have had – he’s told me on many occasions.
“We’re not strictly monogamous, Bruno and I,” said Murray. “We’ve got no agreements around it.” Murray shrugged. “But I’ve, just, never wanted anyone else, after I met Bruno.”
“How many guys have you been with since meeting him?”
“None,” said Murray. “Other than when it’s been with Bruno too. Never on my own, I’ve just never wanted to.”
Bruno and Steve and I chatted and laughed. Bruno is so dry and mater of a fact funny. He’s a boy who is so completely in his own skin, because he has this great love, this great life, all sorted, success happening. It’s a natural, endearing smugness a guy in Bruno’s position just naturally has.
I thought, wickedly, that Murray would be perfect for Tommy, decent, kind, sexy. It would be more experience for Tommy, controlled, clean fun, which is what he needs. He needs a few more men under his belt.
Sorry, Bruno. Let’s hope that Murray was telling the truth, because Predator Murray’s eyes were flashing, just momentarily red; split second, burn on burn off, immediate, both at once, just glimpses of, there but gone, there but gone.
They’d bought bikes, one of the things Bruno having a paycheque had changed.
“A Kawasaki something,” said Bruno, looking pleased with himself.
Murray always had a bike, but it had been languishing in the shed, with no one to ride with.
“I took mine down and got it serviced and registered again,” said Murray.
They both smiled, looked at each other and smiled more.
It was gorgeous seeing that attracted look on Tommy’s face, it made me feel pretty clever, seeing him mixing in gay circles, just as Pippa had asked me, indirectly, to do. It didn’t have to be me who he experiences it all with, but it felt powerful to be the person who opened the gate. It made me feel all warm and gooey inside. I touched Steve’s back, rubbing it gently. He smiled at me, rubbing my leg as he did and then was back into the conversation.
Even if nothing happened, it’s still Tommy experiencing his power with other men.
Murray and Bruno are riding to Queensland, before they have to return to work. A couple of weeks.
Murray and Bruno, are the cutest couple of boyfriends I know, I reckon.
Murry is a cop, a gay cop.
Murray was on duty one night and Bruno was brought in for suspected prostitution. Bruno always laughs at this point in the story, gets uncomfortable and, generally, asks for the telling of the story to cease, before Murray gets to the, um, point of the story, not that Murray tells that story, much, any longer.
"I'm not really ashamed of it," said Bruno, once. He shrugged. “I was a couple years older than the other guys at uni, I’d given up work to go back to study. I was giving it away every weekend, anyway. Some guy at a bar offered me $200 to fuck him and it seemed like an easy option to get a few of the luxuries I’d been used to.”
“So, what happened?”
“When I tried to hock it one night out, high on crystal, the only way I got the nerve, under cover cop. Stupid. Naïve. I might as well have been wearing a sandwich board… Still, I met Murray.”
Bruno had done a mechanics apprenticeship and then went back to uni to study business. His mother always said to him, “What’s this mechanics caper, eh, Bruno. You go to university and get a real job and then I won’t have to worry about you.”
“It was all kinds of sus,” said Murray. “The arresting officer wasn’t supposed to be undercover…”
“He was a big, closet homo, I tell you,” said Bruno. “He arrested me after I had his hard dick in my mouth.”
“I took over from the arresting officer when he suddenly came down for nausea, or something.”
“Big weak stomach fag,” said Bruno. “The whole thing reeked of homophobia.”
“I’d been out all weekend snorting crystal and not getting sex,” said Murray. “Then this hot hot wogboy gets bought in… I had a woody instantly.... didn't go down the whole time I was interviewing him.”
“The copper was smoking hot,” said Bruno. “I was high, I didn’t care, I wasn’t taking it too seriously, it was a joke, a laugh, I wasn’t no ho. I probably I should have been.” He shrugged. “But, I was cheeky and flirted.”
“He was coming onto me,” said Murray. “In this masculine, macho way. My head was spinning. I’m sure it kicked my e back in from two days before.”
There was a cross over in shifts at the station and for a little over an hour, Murray was the only policeman on duty.
“I wasn’t expecting anything to happen,” said Bruno. “So, when this hot copper said, “Come down the changing rooms and you could make this go away.”
“Bubble butt, broad shoulders, I don’t know why,” said Murray. “I decided I was game, if he was.”
“He was instantly with me,” said Bruno. “He said that he’d need my raw arse to make if disappear completely.”
“I thought he was a straight boy willing to give it up to clear his name,” said Murray. “I was hooked.”
“I like to bottom,” said Bruno. “And ever since, as a young teenager, I sat on my policeman uncle motorcycle cop’s lap when he bought his new BMW bike around to show me.” Bruno’s face cracked into the trade mark cheeky smile, as though he was remembering a time long passed. When he focused again, he couldn’t get the sly grin off his face. “I’ve had a policeman fantasy ever since.”
“I had no second thoughts about fucking a straight boy raw.” Murray shrugged. “Why?”
Murray has one of those wide, flat on the top, extra thick, bend like a banana, cocks that is always rock hard.
“He grabbed the back of my head and pushed it forward, as he slid his cock into my arse, as I clung to the urinal pipes, never have I been filled like that…” said Bruno. “I was in love.”
“He took it all in, with one slide in, right up to my balls, I could sense that he thought I was going to stop, give him time to adjust, but I didn't. Then I just held it there, as his wail started down low and crescendo’d sharply as he exhaled all of his breath out.”
“I thought he was some straight copper on a twisted power trip,” said Bruno. “I was hot for him… open.” He blushed.
It wasn’t until a week later that Murray came face to face with Bruno at a gay bar, just like that, that it all came clear. Murray said it was an epiphany moment, where his fantasy around Bruno shattered and it all came into focus for him and he wondered how he could have got it so wrong, instantly replaced by the infinite number of possibilities that opened up in front of him with the new Bruno, the gay Bruno.
Oh, really, wow! Murray has a fondness for wogboys and a very masculine one like Bruno pushed all of his buttons. His mouth fell open.
Bruno, a bit out of it, momentarily, thought Murray had come looking for him.
“You’re gay?” said Murray.
“Yeah. Sure.” Then Bruno had his epiphany moment too. Murray was gay too.
“What did you think I was?” asked Bruno.
“Oh… um, not gay.”
Murray took Bruno to a fuck club and made out with him with abandon.
They have been together ever since. They are like two straight boy buddies hanging out, which turns the gay boys on hugely. The guys are so turned on to them when they find out they are boyfriends. Despite many a gay boy down the pool competition wanting to share their charms they have been, pretty much, monogamous ever since.
They have just kind of included each other into their lives, without any big announcements, without making a big deal of it. Murray’s parents were surprised, but have now accepted the two boys into their lives.
“It’s like we got another son,” said Murray’s mum.
Bruno’s parents never speak about it and won’t have it mentioned, Murray is simply Bruno’s buddy and it is left at that.
“Ma, I’m trying to tell you I’m gay.”
His mother was silent.
“Ma?”
She looked, if anything, defiant.
“Ma?”
“I hear vhat you are saying, Bruno, but don’t ask me to understand,” she said. “Do not speak about this with you father.”
“It was like my straight son suddenly started dating another straight boy,” said Murray’s Dad. “They didn’t seem gay, I never ever had that thought about Murray, which is what I found to be so confusing.”
Murray and Bruno have bought a double fronted weatherboard in Brunswick. It’s a dump, worst house in the best street, sort of stuff. The previous owner had lived there for fifty years, ten as a widow, nearly all of those 10 years with cats. They play handy men on the weekends, it’s all overalls and tool belts. You’d say the house is now mid renovation.
“Moving along quicker with a second pay packet,” said Murray.
Bruno has a vegetable garden and a dog.
Murray works hard and is very ambitious.
Bruno has just got a job as a junior accountant at an international accounting firm. He’s a bit more laid back than Murray, but he knows he has to do well, wog parents expect it.
They are adorable together, they act like best buddies, like two guys out to have fun. They go bungee jumping and parachuting and snowboarding together. They call each other mates, not usually boyfriends, although they do occasionally. It’s all blokey stuff with the two of them, and then, just out of the blue, they’ll kiss each other, it’s kind of like a bolt, such a turn on, I have to say. I’ve always had the hots for Bruno, but since Murray is a long term buddy from my uni days, I don’t really think about Bruno like that.
But Bruno down at Wye River in those tangerine high sided speedos, completely tanned, strolling out of the water, all wet and dripping, to be introduced to me for the first time, will go into my mental photo album of all-time keeper mental snap shots.
They work hard, they play hard.
I remember once this serious lesbian said to Bruno that he and Murray should give a Chinese orphan a good home, as they were a committed couple in a long term relationship of five years... it was their duty to prove the world wrong. The look on Bruno’s face was I-don’t-even-understand-what-you-are-saying. He’s definitely just a boy with a fun agenda. Both Murray and Bruno have the same ethos on life, Work hard and earn lots of money so you can buy big toys and go on boy’s own adventures.
Recently, their status was evened out, with Bruno leaving uni and getting a job.
They dropped over. Me and Steve and Tommy were sitting together on the couch, hanging out, watching dvds, shit-faced on pot. Tommy and I ganged up on Steve and he finally relented when he had our two adorable faces pointing towards him, pleading.
“Okay.” Smile. “Roll me a joint.”
I don’t know what’s going on between Tommy, Steve and me. Nothing is going on, nothing has ever been talked about, but Tommy, strangely, fits into Steve and my life. I don’t know what I’m talking about, what this even means, but it’s just a feeling I get, when I see Steve and Tommy look at each other adoringly. I’m sure I’m not imagining it, because it’s not something I’ve ever wanted to imagine; seems like nothing but hard work and a good way to, possibly, fuck up a good relationship. Maybe, I’ve just got too much time on my hands to think.
Of course, Murray was straight onto Tommy, he has the wogboy thing big time.
“And who’s’ this?”
Tommy leant forward and extended his hand, “Tommy.”
“Murray,” said Murray all breathless and low. Fixed gaze too long. Snap out of it, engage with everyone else. Chat, chat, look over to see Murray snatching glimpses of Tommy. Look over to see Tommy snatching glimpses of Murray. Subtly. Snatched. Nothing going on there.
Tommy was taken with Murray too, that was clearly obvious. He got all interested and eye-fluttery with everything Murray said.
Bruno is so sexy. He’s always had the hots for Steve. A couple of times when he’s been really out of it on drugs, he’s fixated on Steve, telling him in gory detail what he wants to do to him. I can spot the signs now, he gets all flushed in the face, with no expression – well, that straight-lipped wired look – glancing at Steve, saying things only Steve can hear.
Bruno is pretty fine, gushes Steve...
“So, how does Tommy fit in?” asked Murray.
“Tommy lives over the road.”
“This looks very cosy for just the boy who lives over the road.”
“Baby poof... learning the ropes,” said Steve. Steve has a way of bluntly shutting down conversation that probably shouldn’t proceed. But, it was the first time I’d heard Steve give Tommy a position.
“Nice to meet you Tommy.” The idiot grin. I could almost imagine the saliva dripping from Murray’s chin, as he said nice to meet you. I could picture the chin tremble.
After a few moments and maybe a cup of tea round, Murray managed to be sitting next to Tommy, being all alpha male. Tommy was drawn, interested and soon they were taking quietly to each other and Tommy was blushing and trying to not look really turned on, you know, “the idiot grin, again,” so I had a pretty good idea what Murray was saying to him.
Well, well, I was surprised, I had not seen predator Murray for years, not since before Bruno. Oh, I’d seen predator Murray plenty in the years I known him; he is square-jawed, drop dead gorgeous, he’s attracted everybody. I’ve sometimes wondered what it would truly be like to be that good looking, I always concluded, just normal, I guess... but at an intensity that us mere mortals will never understand. I’ve seen plenty before who have been into Murray buzzing around, who clearly Murray was interested in. He’s been completely monogamous to Bruno though – other than a handful of threesomes the boys have had – he’s told me on many occasions.
“We’re not strictly monogamous, Bruno and I,” said Murray. “We’ve got no agreements around it.” Murray shrugged. “But I’ve, just, never wanted anyone else, after I met Bruno.”
“How many guys have you been with since meeting him?”
“None,” said Murray. “Other than when it’s been with Bruno too. Never on my own, I’ve just never wanted to.”
Bruno and Steve and I chatted and laughed. Bruno is so dry and mater of a fact funny. He’s a boy who is so completely in his own skin, because he has this great love, this great life, all sorted, success happening. It’s a natural, endearing smugness a guy in Bruno’s position just naturally has.
I thought, wickedly, that Murray would be perfect for Tommy, decent, kind, sexy. It would be more experience for Tommy, controlled, clean fun, which is what he needs. He needs a few more men under his belt.
Sorry, Bruno. Let’s hope that Murray was telling the truth, because Predator Murray’s eyes were flashing, just momentarily red; split second, burn on burn off, immediate, both at once, just glimpses of, there but gone, there but gone.
They’d bought bikes, one of the things Bruno having a paycheque had changed.
“A Kawasaki something,” said Bruno, looking pleased with himself.
Murray always had a bike, but it had been languishing in the shed, with no one to ride with.
“I took mine down and got it serviced and registered again,” said Murray.
They both smiled, looked at each other and smiled more.
It was gorgeous seeing that attracted look on Tommy’s face, it made me feel pretty clever, seeing him mixing in gay circles, just as Pippa had asked me, indirectly, to do. It didn’t have to be me who he experiences it all with, but it felt powerful to be the person who opened the gate. It made me feel all warm and gooey inside. I touched Steve’s back, rubbing it gently. He smiled at me, rubbing my leg as he did and then was back into the conversation.
Even if nothing happened, it’s still Tommy experiencing his power with other men.
Murray and Bruno are riding to Queensland, before they have to return to work. A couple of weeks.
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