the chode welcomes you back to Sydney

i slipped quietly back into Sydney. i scored a cheap sublet apartment. huge one bedroom with a pool for a few months. long enough to wait until i figure out what the hell i'm gonna do with my life. and long enough to have a pool for the summer. 

work rolled in for the first week. a few new clients. the chode and the shy filipino guy. 

though there is some debate over the actual definition, a chode is a cock that is wider than it is long. i thought it was just lost in the folds of his fat gut, but no, it was just fat and short. the dude had a chode. trying to wank him off was tough, it was shorter than the palm of my hand and not an easy task. you are forever trying to grip the damn thing usually without much success - like indoor rock climbing. it was somewhere between milking a midget cow's teet and jerking off a jar of vegemite.

sporadic pubes grew at length around the sides of the (for want of a better word) shaft right up to the head so in the right angle of light it resembled a meat dandelion blown into his sweaty crotch. he wasn't an unattractive man, but between the chode, oppressive belly, steaming body odour and rancid breath i decided to assume the role of selfish dominate top and touch as little as possible. unfortunately for most of the session my cock has other ideas and tends to shrivel in fear. i'm able to coax it back to life with the promise of a good strong disinfectant the second the chode os out the door

"if i had a daughter i'd name her Chodie Foster"

the shy guy filipino guy with the cool tattoos was the best. shy as hell until i shove my beard in his face and he goes crazy. he's a sweet guy that works too hard and too long hours. stick an armpit in his face and he has a dirty big grin grow across his face i imagine anyone rarely sees. he enquired about flying me Manilla for a week. i can't say i have any desire to go there, but it's work and i'm always up for going to someplace i've never been. 

"i'd just love to see all those guys who work out their cars during the 4 hour commute to work each day."

"i used to be one of those," he said. so much for my wise crack. "they're only travelling a few kilometres but the traffic is so bad it takes hours to get there. it would be much faster to walk but the areas you walk through are too dangerous. i commuted like that for many years. you get used to it"

 fuck. and i think my job sucks. i gave him a big hug after that. 

now back to spending my days laying by the pool...