Went to Stockport last night for a few drinks at a pub up the road from where Jacks friends lived.
Dave and Brian (not another bloody Brian) were there and were already half cut when we turned up. So some more drinks, Fish and Chips and then a walked back to Dave's house for some more drink and a smoke of the smelliest marijuana i have ever sniffed, watch a couple of DVD's and generally listen to music and laugh.
It sounds a bit boring i know but it was a great night. I don't know why, we didn't do anything special but the company was top notch. Dave is about 40 something and very funny. Brian was probably in his thirties, a bit quiet in the beginning but soon livened up after a few drinkies.
Dave works in Stockport itself as some sort of lawyer. He didn't want to say more and wouldn't talk about his work. Brian is a Builder and looks it. Tattooed, tanned and a face that is well weathered for someone in his thirties.
Apparently they met at a sex party in Ashton Under Lyne about 5 years ago and have stayed in touch ever since. They ain't partners but describe themselves as Fuck buddies. They had one go at each other early and then stayed mates for all future seedy sex meets.
If one goes to a sauna the other comes along, but they both go separate ways and meet back at the end to go home together. If they go cruising they share the same car and split up for their own fun, before arranging to meet back at the car to go home together, they watch each others backs and make sure neither does anything unsafe.
They also go on holidays together. stay in dodgy hotels or go to really hardcore pubs and clubs in Amsterdam or London. The stories they told will fuel my wanking sessions for the next 12 months, but some are quite hairy and the mentioned some things i have never heard of before.
They even visit GUM clinics together and funnier still are alibis for each other if they ever need one for their straight friends.
If out in the village they bump into someone they know, the other will cover for them saying he has been dragged there for whatever reason or on a stag night, etc. All a bit strange really. But i suppose if you are really closeted i can understand some of it. I have been there and it would have been good to have someone like that.
On the other hand i think i might never have come out if i did. Let's face i didn't exactly come out to the world myself, i was outed, if i had someone who could have helped me to stay in i think i would have jumped at the chance.
Anyways i was invited to parties, given a list of cruising places worth visiting, offered holiday accommodation the next time they go away, drugs, porn and at one point when i was saying i hated my job Brian suggested i could actually make some money as an escort and he knew men he could fix me up with. you name it, they knew about it. these were very very dodgy men.
But i am very interested in knowing more, call it curiosity, call it dangerous excitement, but i stupidly gave Dave my e-mail address and asked him to keep in touch. I won't be going to any of their parties or anything and i wont be taking their drugs, but it was all fascinating hearing about a world i am fully aware of, have known plenty about before, but never had the proper names and details of.
If i ever go to London i must never ever ever go drinking here. It sounds wild.
Dave and Brian (not another bloody Brian) were there and were already half cut when we turned up. So some more drinks, Fish and Chips and then a walked back to Dave's house for some more drink and a smoke of the smelliest marijuana i have ever sniffed, watch a couple of DVD's and generally listen to music and laugh.
It sounds a bit boring i know but it was a great night. I don't know why, we didn't do anything special but the company was top notch. Dave is about 40 something and very funny. Brian was probably in his thirties, a bit quiet in the beginning but soon livened up after a few drinkies.
Dave works in Stockport itself as some sort of lawyer. He didn't want to say more and wouldn't talk about his work. Brian is a Builder and looks it. Tattooed, tanned and a face that is well weathered for someone in his thirties.
Apparently they met at a sex party in Ashton Under Lyne about 5 years ago and have stayed in touch ever since. They ain't partners but describe themselves as Fuck buddies. They had one go at each other early and then stayed mates for all future seedy sex meets.
If one goes to a sauna the other comes along, but they both go separate ways and meet back at the end to go home together. If they go cruising they share the same car and split up for their own fun, before arranging to meet back at the car to go home together, they watch each others backs and make sure neither does anything unsafe.
They also go on holidays together. stay in dodgy hotels or go to really hardcore pubs and clubs in Amsterdam or London. The stories they told will fuel my wanking sessions for the next 12 months, but some are quite hairy and the mentioned some things i have never heard of before.
They even visit GUM clinics together and funnier still are alibis for each other if they ever need one for their straight friends.
If out in the village they bump into someone they know, the other will cover for them saying he has been dragged there for whatever reason or on a stag night, etc. All a bit strange really. But i suppose if you are really closeted i can understand some of it. I have been there and it would have been good to have someone like that.
On the other hand i think i might never have come out if i did. Let's face i didn't exactly come out to the world myself, i was outed, if i had someone who could have helped me to stay in i think i would have jumped at the chance.
Anyways i was invited to parties, given a list of cruising places worth visiting, offered holiday accommodation the next time they go away, drugs, porn and at one point when i was saying i hated my job Brian suggested i could actually make some money as an escort and he knew men he could fix me up with. you name it, they knew about it. these were very very dodgy men.
But i am very interested in knowing more, call it curiosity, call it dangerous excitement, but i stupidly gave Dave my e-mail address and asked him to keep in touch. I won't be going to any of their parties or anything and i wont be taking their drugs, but it was all fascinating hearing about a world i am fully aware of, have known plenty about before, but never had the proper names and details of.
If i ever go to London i must never ever ever go drinking here. It sounds wild.
Or should i ?
Talking to Jack afterward about whether he had ever done anything with these two he said no. They are too old for him and not his type. But i'm not so sure.
Talking to Jack afterward about whether he had ever done anything with these two he said no. They are too old for him and not his type. But i'm not so sure.
'Not even one drunken night Jack ?'.
NO !
3 comments:
I looked at the site of The Fort - sounds like the stuff of nightmares. I've had some amazing sexual fireworks in the dark room at 'Lamda' in Athens, but also some pretty awful nights when it seems you get nothing but rejection, and occasionally had to fend off the attentions of some very dodgy people. It's a good place for catching anything from a cold to crabs to HIV. Nah... I'm coming round to Lord Chesterfield's view of sex: 'the pleasure is momentary, the position ridiculous, and the expense damnable'.
That all sounds like you are giving up on sex Vilges.
I couldn't imagine it. My whole world revolves around it. I'd give up drink, music, choclotate biscuites, anything but sex.
My friends dad had an operation and it meant he could never have sex again.
I think i would just jump of a cliff if that happened to me. I agree though about catching nasty things, maybe that's a good thing, it's what keeps me from doing silly stuff myself. ;-)
Well, not really. I just never fancy blokes of my own age, and assume blokes of the ages I do fancy (up to 30) are unlikely to fancy me... A vicious circle.
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