Thursday, July 10, 2008

THERE'S FIREWORKS...AND THEN THERE'S FIREWORKS

This past weekend was another epic weekend of fun, sun and um..."naughtiness". Friday was spent at a BBQ with a few old friends and many new ones. We ate pork, drank Red Stripe and got bombed on some amazing herb (gawd, I love smoking joints while walking down alleys in the Chicago, it's a special kind of awesome surpassed only by smoking joints with gutter punks in Vancouver).

The ride home consisted of walking at least 2 miles to Western Ave and then waiting, and waiting...then waiting some more for a 49 CTA bus. While on said bus I was bored and looked through the contacts on my phone. One in particular, "Jason" didn't ring a bell at first, but then I remembered he was a twinky Asian guy I met in a bar one night months ago.

Turns out he lives near me, and since he had nothing going on he came over with the intention of watching the amateur fireworks display that takes place in the park near me every year. Well, I was kinda drunk, but I swear I didn't make the first move. But before I knew it my pants were on the floor...as were his.

When we were making out in my bed I kept having to remind him NOT to touch my fresh ink, which reminded me of the Puerto Rican guy from last summer (i.e. the "don't touch my corn rows" guy). I had no intention of taking things to the proverbial "next level" but when someone squeezes my dick and begs me to fuck them...well, it's ON.

After rolling over and grabbing a Mag we went to town. Never before have I had sex with anyone that so loud. He was all "OOOOHHHHHBAAAABBBYYYGIIVVEEITTTOOOMEEEEYESYEEEESSS". At one point I wondered if he was faking it. My next thought was "fuck my neighbors can totally hear us fucking".

And get this, towards the end of our rendezvous, the fireworks from the park down the street started going off like crazy. Honestly, I had to stifle my laughter at the ridiculous situation, but I still stayed focused on the task at hand, and goddamn if we didn't make some REAL fireworks of our own. And that's the t-r-u-t-h!

When we were done he took a shower and I drank a can of Old Style and smoked a cig while listening to the Allman Brother's "Melissa". I've never felt so patriotic...

7 comments:

Anonymous said...

An Asian bottom, no way!

Anonymous said...

A Magnum, no way!

dailybriefing said...

a magnum, im growing more impressed.

Chicago's Bi Guy said...

I find the magnum comment pretty funny... oh and is this the Asian guy we met at Charlies while his friends were trying to pull you away from "sealing the deal"?

d-town said...

magnum, indeed.

ex-roomie said...

hardee-HAR!

james said...

a puerto rican, an asian, no doubt some white boys -- your bedroom is a veritable united nations, man. you should be considered for an ambassadorship!