I'm Interested in People

I'm interested in people, you know, always interested in what they do? Or is it truer to say that most of the time I’m interest in some people? I prefer to observe them from afar.

Oh, you know, I like the people I like? It’s true. Generally, they are the ones with the XY gene, it’s true. I’m not sure if that is misogynistic, although some people may say so, as much as it is, perhaps, specialist.

But it is truer to say that as long as they don't interfere too much with my life generally, then I’m good. You know, if they do their own thing, don't whine or gossip, or bore the pants off me, too much. 

Humans are interesting, in an observational, see how they get on with each other, kind of way. 

I guess it is why reality TV shows are so popular. You know, put them in some kind of pen and watch what they do. Who fights with who? Who gets along? Who mounts who? Who takes it? Who gives it? You’d be surprised.

And most of us like to watch, even if we are not admitting it in polite company. I like to watch, I’ll admit it.

I was friends with a gorgeous straight couple in first year uni, Jodie and Ashton. The three of us got on really well. On a lovely hot day we took a picnic rug to the Dandenongs and ate a sumptuous picnic lunch on a hill with a gorgeous view. After we’d eaten, we smoke a shit load of pot until the three of us were all shit-faced in the sun. I drifted off to sleep, Adam and Amy started getting frisky with each other and ended up fucking on the picnic rug right next to me. They didn’t stop not for a second even after they realised their love making had woken me up.

That evening in Mykonos, on the beach chairs left out at midnight at Paraga Beach. It was hot, I was on my way back from town, and I just lay out under the stars, on one of the many lounges still out on the sand. It was serene I was the only one there, it felt like I was the only one in the world. I could have lay there for the rest of my life.

Then along came a young couple, who didn’t see me lying there. He lay her down on one of the lounges not far from me. They started getting amorous. I could hear him wanting to go further. I could hear her telling him she wanted to as well. Then they fucked right there, practically next to me. They were so close I could make out his hard dick in the moon light, when he stood up and rolled her over. It was no surprise to me that she moaned like the wounded and called out loudly to god at the end.

Jared and Lincoln, a couple of well built lads landed on the end of my bed as high as you like. They didn’t miss a beat even when they realised I was in my bed. They tried to get me involved, but all I wanted to do was massage myself with my hand.

I watched red-haired Andre when we were all camping in the bush. He was up early in flimsy jocks by the river, of which I had a bird’s eye view from the door of my tent. He squatted down to get water and while I don’t know what he was thinking, he fell out the loose leg hole of his trunks and he just rubbed one out before he put himself away, without any hesitation at all. He lived up to what I know of red heads with more than two handfuls in his pants.

There was a group of five of us 30 somethings in The Laird beer garden after a big dance party sitting side by side on the garden wall everyone as high as kites. A shirtless young 18 year old baby wog, twink came along in camouflage chaps with black briefs on under them, who was desperate to get all of our attention. He was animated and loud, we were all quietly observational. The baby wog twink practically danced up and down, he was bringing all of his tricks to get our attention. Then one of us reach out and pulled the front of the twink’s briefs sideways and his decent sized cock and balls fell out into view. He lifted his hands in the air as if to say, what am I to do? One of the 30 somethings lent forward and took the twinks cock in his mouth and he sucked the him off until the he blew his load loudly in the 30 somethings mouth. The twink was quiet after that. The 30 something wiped his mouth and said, “Well, someone had to do it.”

I’m interest in those people who claim virginity, but are really on their hands and knees weekly with whoever they pick up.

I’m interest in the happily married 30 year old wife who is secretly banging her 20 year old tennis coach.

I’m interested in the straight footy player who has a boyfriend on the side.

I’m interested in the 80 year old grandma who has had a girlfriend for 50 years at home.

I’m interested in what people really do and how they really live their lives, as opposed to what they say they do.