I Might As Well Get Shitfaced
I pickup my laptop and headed back inside.
Once inside, I wondered why I had gone inside at all. "I might as well get shitfaced," I said to myself. I only have a small amount left, so you might as well just keep on smoking it like a train, you are only going to come off the rails once.
I can't smoke inside. Amanda came around for tea and cake, she revealed her motive when she arrived. A 22 year old Vietnamese student who needs a room, "At least for the first term," said Amanda. Oh, some charity Amanda is caught up in. He had some where to live, but it fell through.
"Darling, he is obviously one of you..."
"One of me?"
"Oh, you know." She waved her limp wrist in the air.
Sadly, I think I clutched my pearls, at this point, and I could have squealed I maintain it was just an inhale of air. "I'm sorry."
"Oh darling, don't be dumb..."
"dumb?"
"Theatrical."
"I'm theatrical?"
"Oh no, well, obviously not you darling," said Amanda. "But he is. One of those."
"We don't call people that in this house."
"No wonder you never know what is going on," said Amanda. "More tea?"
"Mum, even in your," I made obvious parenthesis in the air, "stella existence, what part of leaving a gay twink for me to watch over..."
"Rear, dear, rear."
"I"M SORRY?"
"Raise as your own. Don't be dramatic."
"How is THAT a good idea?"
"Darling, you only have to give him a room, anything after that is clearly up to you."
"What are you saying." My mother, the potty mouth.
"You have plenty of spare time on your hands, now you have stopped work." She held her hands up. "Idle hands dear, idle hands."
"I ask the question again, how is this..."
"Darling, don't talk nonsense," said Amanda. "You are the only one with a spare room. Be generous. I thought I'd raised you better than that."
She headed off to "feed your father his dinner, he will be wondering where I am."
I just got shit faced after that. I went out to Jumbo for a second purchase. I I thought I was going to see anything that resembled Jumbo with his kit off, I was sorely mistake. Note to self, see Jumbo in future Mondays after weekend. It is very quiet here at 8am, shit faced. Daniel has gone to work.
"Quick Josh, what day is it?" Daniel, oh so humorously, asked me this morning, as he was leaving.
I'd been up since 5am, I'd had a couple by then. "Will you be home for dinner," I even heard myself, "honey?"
"No Josh, I'll be working late all week."
"Oh honey, I never get a chance to blow you any more."
Daniel took the toast he'd been holding between his teeth for the short drive to work. "Really, Josh? I've got food in my mouth."
"You're no fun," I said. "I might have to troll that thing they call the internet fro someone who is more fun..."
"Just keep it in your room. Out of the lounge room, out of all communal rooms," said Daniel "And don't leave all the doorhandles in the joint slippery with lube, that really creeps me out."
I've been smoking one long steady joint for two hours. My head is just beginning to spin nicely.
I usually have a pull mid morning, in the lounge room. Lately, I've been getting off on hot straight couple porn, it is my latest fetish. Note to self - must befriend hot, straight couple to try with in real life. My mind always goes back to that New Years Eve in the city, when that hot guy asked me to come home and fuck his girlfriend, she fantasised about having two guys... but I turned them down, 3am, Bourke Street Mall, where people were beginning to prey on other people, who were giving in and saying yes. It was too hot for me and I made my exit on the next available tram.
I looked back at their faces both posing the question why? as I slid away on steel wheels, And I have always wondered, what if?
So if Junior Tran, who appears to be very comfortably with being gay, wants to rub cocks... who am I to turn him down. If it was mutely advantageous, I have learnt from passed housemates that it can, if everybody is just relaxed about it. Although, I am not seeking that out, it is not my first though when thinking about housemates.
It can work with some house mates, and some never. It has to be done on a case by case basis. I reckon if we kept it secret.
And I still want to have a pull. In the lounge. I'll hear him coming, these are creaky old houses.
Even Bruno has taken to his kennel.
Once inside, I wondered why I had gone inside at all. "I might as well get shitfaced," I said to myself. I only have a small amount left, so you might as well just keep on smoking it like a train, you are only going to come off the rails once.
I can't smoke inside. Amanda came around for tea and cake, she revealed her motive when she arrived. A 22 year old Vietnamese student who needs a room, "At least for the first term," said Amanda. Oh, some charity Amanda is caught up in. He had some where to live, but it fell through.
"Darling, he is obviously one of you..."
"One of me?"
"Oh, you know." She waved her limp wrist in the air.
Sadly, I think I clutched my pearls, at this point, and I could have squealed I maintain it was just an inhale of air. "I'm sorry."
"Oh darling, don't be dumb..."
"dumb?"
"Theatrical."
"I'm theatrical?"
"Oh no, well, obviously not you darling," said Amanda. "But he is. One of those."
"We don't call people that in this house."
"No wonder you never know what is going on," said Amanda. "More tea?"
"Mum, even in your," I made obvious parenthesis in the air, "stella existence, what part of leaving a gay twink for me to watch over..."
"Rear, dear, rear."
"I"M SORRY?"
"Raise as your own. Don't be dramatic."
"How is THAT a good idea?"
"Darling, you only have to give him a room, anything after that is clearly up to you."
"What are you saying." My mother, the potty mouth.
"You have plenty of spare time on your hands, now you have stopped work." She held her hands up. "Idle hands dear, idle hands."
"I ask the question again, how is this..."
"Darling, don't talk nonsense," said Amanda. "You are the only one with a spare room. Be generous. I thought I'd raised you better than that."
She headed off to "feed your father his dinner, he will be wondering where I am."
I just got shit faced after that. I went out to Jumbo for a second purchase. I I thought I was going to see anything that resembled Jumbo with his kit off, I was sorely mistake. Note to self, see Jumbo in future Mondays after weekend. It is very quiet here at 8am, shit faced. Daniel has gone to work.
"Quick Josh, what day is it?" Daniel, oh so humorously, asked me this morning, as he was leaving.
I'd been up since 5am, I'd had a couple by then. "Will you be home for dinner," I even heard myself, "honey?"
"No Josh, I'll be working late all week."
"Oh honey, I never get a chance to blow you any more."
Daniel took the toast he'd been holding between his teeth for the short drive to work. "Really, Josh? I've got food in my mouth."
"You're no fun," I said. "I might have to troll that thing they call the internet fro someone who is more fun..."
"Just keep it in your room. Out of the lounge room, out of all communal rooms," said Daniel "And don't leave all the doorhandles in the joint slippery with lube, that really creeps me out."
I've been smoking one long steady joint for two hours. My head is just beginning to spin nicely.
I usually have a pull mid morning, in the lounge room. Lately, I've been getting off on hot straight couple porn, it is my latest fetish. Note to self - must befriend hot, straight couple to try with in real life. My mind always goes back to that New Years Eve in the city, when that hot guy asked me to come home and fuck his girlfriend, she fantasised about having two guys... but I turned them down, 3am, Bourke Street Mall, where people were beginning to prey on other people, who were giving in and saying yes. It was too hot for me and I made my exit on the next available tram.
I looked back at their faces both posing the question why? as I slid away on steel wheels, And I have always wondered, what if?
So if Junior Tran, who appears to be very comfortably with being gay, wants to rub cocks... who am I to turn him down. If it was mutely advantageous, I have learnt from passed housemates that it can, if everybody is just relaxed about it. Although, I am not seeking that out, it is not my first though when thinking about housemates.
It can work with some house mates, and some never. It has to be done on a case by case basis. I reckon if we kept it secret.
And I still want to have a pull. In the lounge. I'll hear him coming, these are creaky old houses.
Even Bruno has taken to his kennel.
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