One night in Kennington

I said in my last post that some of the drama that went on last week deserved its own entry. Some to be quite honest was eye opening and some I thought was just crass, weird, odd and worrying.

Occasionally when we go out partying we meet/make friends with random people or random people make friends with us. In fact, this is how I met some members of what I call our battalion. For example, I met Alpha clubbing in Fiction at the Cross (I was peeved off when it shut). He wanted to carry on partying so we invited him to come along with us to Fire. We haven’t looked back since and we’ve been friends for over 5 years now. I also met the Viking out partying 6 years ago. He was visiting London for the 1st time and wasn’t sure where to go so we invited him to hang out with us. Over the years there’s been many; some have come and gone and others have hang around but remained in the distance.

On the Friday I changed the locks to my former flat, I’d arranged to meet with Michael and some other South Africans. I got to Angel around 7pm as agreed. The boys were already in there so I was pleased because I wouldn’t have to hang around loitering like a lost soul. We started the fun, going from bar to bar, stopping off here and there for a little dance and then carrying on again. Thank God, I was pacing myself otherwise I was would have been completely trolleyed by 10.00pm. Come 1.00am, most of the boys were tired and wanted to head off somewhere more chilled. One of the guys rang his friends and asked what they were up to. His friends said they were just chilling at their house in Kennington (the friends are a gay couple in their early 40s and have been together for 16 years).

We got to the house, got in, and started on the introductions and small talk i.e. getting to know each other and all that. We got a tour of the townhouse – yeap; they own the whole bloody thing! And only the two of them live in it.



So, we came back, sat down and drinks started flowing; so did the conversation. All the boys started to loosen up the more they drank. Then, one of the hosts took his jeans off. He told us that he gets really hot when he’s drunk at home so he strips. 30mins later, everything came off. I was like fair enough, you’re in your house, your rules. Anyway nudity has never bothered me. The naked host sat down and carried on talking like him being naked was the most natural thing. No one said anything. Then the host started to play with him self – kind like young boys do in a non-sexual manner. He was doing this for about 30 mins, then he started to get harder and harder till he had a proper hard on. By this time, I’m thinking ‘OK’. He’s lucky, he’s one of those men with a nice cock – yes I’ll admit it, it was nice to look at.

He got up from where he was sitting and sat on the same sofa as me and Michael with his hard on intact. He wanted Michael to play with it. I didn’t even flinch; I just got off the sofa and sat on the floor. Then their wolf came in and lay down next to me – yes it was an actual Wolf (very tame though). The conversation carried on while these two were sat on the sofa with my Michael softly stroking the host’s todger. The one thing that maybe surprised me was that the host’s boyfriend was sat with us while all this was going on. He said it did not bother him; in fact he encouraged them. The host was walking around the house, serving drinks for hours and all the time, he was walking around with a hard on. I asked whether it didn’t hurt after a while he said no. He’d been doing this since he was a teenager and it didn’t hurt anymore.

We drunk lots more champagne, I got drunk and decided to go to bed; I let them carry on. Me and Michael woke up at 11.00am and went home. Michael told me on the way home that he’d blown the host whilst I was a sleep on the sofa – yeah, I know; skanky bastard right?