i didn't get the Qantas job. so i started working in at the Toolshed on Oxford Street. it was once an infamous porn shop throughout the 80s and 90s but had recently taken a backseat with the gentrification of Darlinghurst and Surry Hills and other similar porn shops opened up. the owners and managers being less cut-throat gangsters and running it more like a legitimate business had softened it's image. i used to work at Signal sex club upstairs so i knew the owners for almost 10 years.
it was a good job. i could turn the music up loud and watch the bottles of lube vibrate along the glass shelving. i was friendly to customers that were used to feeling uncomfortable and soon i learned more about vibrators than i thought there was to know.
vibrator tip #1 - always use cheap batteries. don't get desperate and pull the fancy Lithium-ion batteries out of you remote control when you need to explore those butthole pleasures - it will burn the motor out. cheap ass batteries will prolong the life of your sex toy ten fold
my housesitting days were over and i had moved into a mate's place in Newtown. i was now a proud resident of the Treehouse. Chris Lego who organises the Reclaim the Lanes events, infamous for his vocal politics and making a soundsystem out of a wheelie bin to ignite impromptu mobile street parties anywhere and everywhere was one of the best flatmates one could hope for. i was filling a room for 3 months. many nights spent sinking beers in the kitchen, popping prescription medication and playing strip poker
i texted Dj came over after work one night to one of our poker games. Chris was fully clothed, i was wearing one boot and a sock over my cock
"what are you doing?"
my eyes melting to a close on xanax, "quick! gimme your shirt!" i dribbled through a squeaking voice, "i keep losing!"
i loved living back in Newtown. it's where i lived when i first moved to Sydney in the late 90s. back then it was an awesome mix of good food, filthy bars and venues with rock and punk gigs and live performances every night. it had been cleaned up so much since the Olympics ruined Sydney, but Newtown is till a great place to live.
my house was not far from Dj's house. so when i wasn't enticing him over with sweet poetry such as this...
i'd finish work around 1am, i'd pop i the headphones and stroll over to his house. i'd sneak into his house and crawl into his bed. sometimes i would only make it there 5 minutes before he got home so i'd pretend to be asleep. but when i'd feel him throw his arms around me, it wasn't long before i'd pass out
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