Got my cock sucked by this guy last night –I’ll call him Brother
People are vast and strange islands
It was totally fine – what’s with all the misunderstanding?
People are little tunnelling emotional sleepers
He had a hairy chest and I was a young boy
People are afraid of naked bodies; a naked body is quite an aggressive thing.
I wasn’t really attracted to him; I didn’t suck him off…
All hair and ass and eyes and faces and fingers – people
It was in the middle of some dark alley the rain was sharp and pouring
And my ass was ice cold white the wind slapping it hard freezing
Most sexual feelings are smoking your cigarettes
I couldn’t kiss with tongues; it is an intimate thing that I could not bring myself to do.
Intimacy is easier done than said
I just didn’t feel electric with him at all – but it was a necessary experience, it was in no way awful.
The darkest thoughts come with the prettiest faces
Our hands all searching and touching and discovering bodies and caves
Kissing is almost singing
He sucked long and hard
Sex can be quite a violent act.
He wanted me to get down and taste his tastiest morsel, I declined, he understood.
Understanding is the fare of civility
We finished up quickly, I never came, it was the middle of winter, and we were in a tiny storm in some dark alley in suburbia. We hugged and hugged some more in the street. We were both freezing and drunk. I wrapped my jumper around my head in the fashion of a turban and we embraced once more and walked our separate ways home.
Things happen here, things happen to all of us.