Deception At His Expense

Yesterday we went to see a couple of his friends. I have meet them before, there are three of them, old queens (50+), they remind me of a rag tag bunch, not very well to do and in typical old queen style quite sleazy. They wear less than admirable clothing and seem quite worse for wear.

So we appeared at their place uninvited. Upon entering the street we immediately notice which house is owned by the colour blind fags. On the outside a deep green painted brick work with bright blue supports, canary yellow eaves and guttering, in other words hideous, utterly hideous and very deceiving. After knocking several times with no response we enter the property through the rear of the building – which true to its front persona has continued right the way around. From the back of the property however we learn that we have been deceived of its size, it is in-fact very extensive and rather elaborate; on the back veranda is a solid oak bar, with crystal glass wear, cleaned and stacked neatly, a large wine rack and very impressive sound system.

After being ushered into the main building by a very stout gentleman I try to hide my shock, this place is indeed massive! We enter a sitting room, with 9ft ceilings and decorated in Edwardian style furniture. We pass through the sitting room into (I imagine) a main living area, that again is set out in various leather recliners, hardwood floors decorated with several Persian carpets and an open fire place, we are asked by the stout gentleman if we would like any beverages, he asks for coffee on both our behalf. We are then greeted by one of the three that I have met before, who in tradition is wearing his torn, dirty yellow T (perhaps he chose the exterior colour scheme?). He greets me fondly with a kiss, and asks if I would like the grand tour? I eagerly agree I’m somewhat amazed at this place…

I couldn’t possibly go into the detail of each of the rooms, but suffice to say there were about 20. The most impressive was the media lounge, which was almost as big as my current house (and bigger than their library), it included floor to ceiling shelving stacked with copious amounts of DVD’s, a rear projection television, massive surround system with towers strategically placed throughout the room, and a lounge that you would expect to find in the foyer of a large corporate building.

We did not settle there, instead we moved into the computer room, where the rather stout gentleman followed quickly with two more leather recliners and promptly left closing the door behind him. After we sit and chat briefly we are asked if we would like to meet some of his boi’s… Again on my behalf he agreed.

He logs onto his computer, where he clicks a link to a site that unfortunately I did not take note of, it looks fairly plain and simple with about 30 face profiles. He asks us which of these bois we found most attractive. We scan and find that most of them are very attractive, but 5 in particular took our fancy. He clicks another link that instantly comes up with a live video feed of a room decorated with many bois all lounging around in their underwear! He picks out the five bois that we previously found interest in, enters (what I assume is) his credit card details. At which time the selected bois, leave the comfort of their lounging area and disappear. We are then prompted by another link, to which we find all our bois have removed their clothing and are partaking in intimate relations, for our benefit, at his expense! I find out later that it is $6 per minute per boi. How bizarre… We were there for roughly 20 minutes, half an hour, before he excuse us, and we leave to return to work. We are seen out by the rather stout gentleman. He tells me he does this on a regular basis.