Augustus
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Has anyone seen the link in Popbitch for this weird Morrissey and Franz Ferdinand rentboy fiction piece. I won't post the link here, as there are youngsters around and it gets VERY graphic, but it's really quite bizarre. Here's a clean (ish) extract...
"But the man was attractive, certainly. He looked like he was in his forties from the wrinkles round his eyes and the grey at his temples, but he was in pretty good shape. His suit was brown and looked expensively well-made, and his pale purple shirt and tie were immaculate. His tieclip was set with amber, which matched the stones set in his rings. The man smiled with his mouth, but his eyebrows were untamed and made him look ferocious. Alex started to feel afraid: the man looked a bit like a gangster, the kind who seems gentle but whose every fibre twitches with latent fury.
“There’s a club, y’know,” the man said.
His voice was gentle, Northern. Alex relaxed a bit – he was with a fellow non-Southerner and automatically felt at home with another exile. And when he looked at the man’s face and felt the eyes on him – they were like Nick’s and had the same effect on Alex. He dived into them with the same gasp he felt on the falling dream that always woke him up just as he went to sleep. Maybe he wouldn’t ask the man to pay. Even though he could obviously afford it. Maybe he could just have a night out with him, human affection instead of a business transaction. But no – affection doesn’t pay the rent.
“Look, y’know, I think you’re a great looking guy,” Alex said. The man smiled and looked slightly embarrassed. “But… I don’t want you to get the wrong idea. I have to pay the rent on my bedsit, and I haven’t any other way of getting the money.”
The man lost his smile. He ran his tongue over his lip. Alex touched his hand to the man’s strong jaw and the man clasped Alex’s fingers and wouldn’t let go.
“I’m sorry,” Alex said.
“If I asked you to come with me, I wouldn’t be able to pay you. It would kill me. But… I’ll give you the money you ask as a gift. And call me Steve,” he said, and kissed Alex’s hand."
ENDS.
Some people have a lot of time on their hands. Not as funny as the Kris Akabusi sex stories but there you go...
"But the man was attractive, certainly. He looked like he was in his forties from the wrinkles round his eyes and the grey at his temples, but he was in pretty good shape. His suit was brown and looked expensively well-made, and his pale purple shirt and tie were immaculate. His tieclip was set with amber, which matched the stones set in his rings. The man smiled with his mouth, but his eyebrows were untamed and made him look ferocious. Alex started to feel afraid: the man looked a bit like a gangster, the kind who seems gentle but whose every fibre twitches with latent fury.
“There’s a club, y’know,” the man said.
His voice was gentle, Northern. Alex relaxed a bit – he was with a fellow non-Southerner and automatically felt at home with another exile. And when he looked at the man’s face and felt the eyes on him – they were like Nick’s and had the same effect on Alex. He dived into them with the same gasp he felt on the falling dream that always woke him up just as he went to sleep. Maybe he wouldn’t ask the man to pay. Even though he could obviously afford it. Maybe he could just have a night out with him, human affection instead of a business transaction. But no – affection doesn’t pay the rent.
“Look, y’know, I think you’re a great looking guy,” Alex said. The man smiled and looked slightly embarrassed. “But… I don’t want you to get the wrong idea. I have to pay the rent on my bedsit, and I haven’t any other way of getting the money.”
The man lost his smile. He ran his tongue over his lip. Alex touched his hand to the man’s strong jaw and the man clasped Alex’s fingers and wouldn’t let go.
“I’m sorry,” Alex said.
“If I asked you to come with me, I wouldn’t be able to pay you. It would kill me. But… I’ll give you the money you ask as a gift. And call me Steve,” he said, and kissed Alex’s hand."
ENDS.
Some people have a lot of time on their hands. Not as funny as the Kris Akabusi sex stories but there you go...
