In the vanishingly unlikely event that you read my previous blog post, or if you did that you enjoyed it...well here is Part 2...in which I tell tales about some good old gay friends of mine.
Back in the day, in D.C. (see previous blog post for background if can be bothered)...there I was picking up some extra cash as a delivery boy/dogsbody at a flower shop. A funny little tucked away place, but with some big hitting clients.
Anyhow, apart from me all the other guys were gay. M the owner was a fairly suave, moustachioed man in his late forties. Well groomed and moderately straight seeming (though obviously gay really). He was kind to me, and we got on well. BUT! The most interesting character was B...B was a no holds barred, go for it and grab it type.
I would not say B was the most gorgeous of guys, and I have no idea whether he had a big cock or not, but he was kind of sweet, slim, and obviously very willing. It seemed to work for him as he never seemed to go short of cock.
Almost every day B was late to work, after partying of course. Almost every day at a minute or two after 9 A.M. M would announce that B was fired, again....B would rock up whenever, and M would sulk and ignore him or tell him that it was the last time he would tolerate it. B would look all sheepish, but behind M's back grin like a silly boy.
I asked M one day why he went through this every time. He confessed that B was too good a flower arranger to lose, whatever his eccentricities. He just could not help getting stressed about it in case it made work late, but then B was fast as well.
As an example of B behaviour (and I stress only one of many! but we don't have long to elaborate) - one morning, late as usual B, walked in slightly gingerly and with exaggerated bandy legged gait...he had just been dropped off by a guy in a pick up truck.
While he was making slight wincing expressions he was also grinning...and bursting to tell us of his latest adventure...a construction worker! He proudly exclaimed, much to M's facially expressed disgust!
And, guess what? Yes, not only a manly construction worker, but hung like a horse (cue exaggerated hands fishing 'it was this big' gesturing). All night! A sore but happy B to be sure!
Given HIV/AIDS was emerging, I did ask one day if B had safe sex and whether his promiscuity might be dangerous. His answer was "R baby, you gotta live fast and die young and beautiful" ( I must say slightly ironic at time).
I got what he meant. He was a pure pleasure seeker. I imagine he did die young. How sad. I did lose contact after a few years, but B was a hoot, and I always think of him.
Above all else B was a kindly soul and a clown, but one we all loved.
Rock on B!
Back in the day, in D.C. (see previous blog post for background if can be bothered)...there I was picking up some extra cash as a delivery boy/dogsbody at a flower shop. A funny little tucked away place, but with some big hitting clients.
Anyhow, apart from me all the other guys were gay. M the owner was a fairly suave, moustachioed man in his late forties. Well groomed and moderately straight seeming (though obviously gay really). He was kind to me, and we got on well. BUT! The most interesting character was B...B was a no holds barred, go for it and grab it type.
I would not say B was the most gorgeous of guys, and I have no idea whether he had a big cock or not, but he was kind of sweet, slim, and obviously very willing. It seemed to work for him as he never seemed to go short of cock.
Almost every day B was late to work, after partying of course. Almost every day at a minute or two after 9 A.M. M would announce that B was fired, again....B would rock up whenever, and M would sulk and ignore him or tell him that it was the last time he would tolerate it. B would look all sheepish, but behind M's back grin like a silly boy.
I asked M one day why he went through this every time. He confessed that B was too good a flower arranger to lose, whatever his eccentricities. He just could not help getting stressed about it in case it made work late, but then B was fast as well.
As an example of B behaviour (and I stress only one of many! but we don't have long to elaborate) - one morning, late as usual B, walked in slightly gingerly and with exaggerated bandy legged gait...he had just been dropped off by a guy in a pick up truck.
While he was making slight wincing expressions he was also grinning...and bursting to tell us of his latest adventure...a construction worker! He proudly exclaimed, much to M's facially expressed disgust!
And, guess what? Yes, not only a manly construction worker, but hung like a horse (cue exaggerated hands fishing 'it was this big' gesturing). All night! A sore but happy B to be sure!
Given HIV/AIDS was emerging, I did ask one day if B had safe sex and whether his promiscuity might be dangerous. His answer was "R baby, you gotta live fast and die young and beautiful" ( I must say slightly ironic at time).
I got what he meant. He was a pure pleasure seeker. I imagine he did die young. How sad. I did lose contact after a few years, but B was a hoot, and I always think of him.
Above all else B was a kindly soul and a clown, but one we all loved.
Rock on B!