It was December 24th and we had a full plane, off to Majorca for Christmas. There were more planes there than usual and we were hired to take out 327 passengers and return empty. We set off at 8.25 p.m. from Manchester U.K. and off we went on a 2½ hour journey, 55-minute turnaround, and we could be back home for 3 o'clock at the latest. Because we were only doing a one-way trip, most of the cabin crew were boarding another flight to work their passage home later in the day.
I was on holiday in Florida, I was trawling on the net for cruising areas and gay areas to go to. I got chatting in a chat room and started speaking to Mitch. I remembered him from 2 years ago and when I explained who I was he said sorry we had lost contact, but he moved and was not on the net for months. He had now moved down to Tampa bay it was only a couple of hours drive and he invited me over.
I had only had the job a few weeks. It came with a works van. The job entitlement was a Warden. The job was to lock up the 3 main parks in the area. This did not stop the vandals getting in because they just climbed over the 5-feet-high railings. I also had to drive out of town 6 miles to lock up the picnic area. This was very busy in summer with picnickers and gay men who used the toilets situated there.
I am sorry that I have not been here for a couple of weeks. I had been invited to be a guest at an orphanage for a few days in Prague. It was all through another reader of my stories who had read them with great interest. It just also fell in with my plans as well, as I could manage a few days away anyway. Not that I had to explain anything on my whereabouts; the offer came in on the Thursday, and without hesitation I was there Friday evening until last Monday morning.
Do you know the older I get the dirtier and more perverted I become? Well I have worked with mentally retarded patients for over 20 years now. The first 5 or 6 years were caring for them and being a father-figure for them, always being there for them and showing them how much I care for them.
I have just been to the local toilets on my way home from a night out. There was a lorry parked at the entrance on the side road, lights blaring inside the cab.
What a party.
I had a great time a few weeks ago. It was Robert's fifteenth birthday. After the usual family celebrations, we went to the cinema. Although I am two years younger than Robert, we are really good mates. I've known Robert for several years, and our friendship has continued, even though we now live 25 miles apart, since our family moved last year.
All we were interested was sex, sex, sex. There were 6 of us and it was my turn to introduce the theme for the evening. Five men, and we had done it all - we had fucked each other, we had been to leather bars for sex - that was Colin's fantasy. We had shagged a 14-year-old boy - that was dirty Alan; that was good. Especially when he cried as we all decided to fuck him without lubrication. God was he ripped open; we all got high on that one.
It was Saturday afternoon I was out and about with my mate and we ended up in the park. We climbed up this big oak tree in the center of the park and we stayed there most of the afternoon. No one could see us, but we could see them and we called out to everybody who came into the park. It was a great laugh as we shouted all kinds of things at people, if you get the picture. Well everything was fine until we came down.
I am so fucking annoyed, I am writing this in temper. Last night the lads and I came in from the pub pissed as usual. It was a Friday night out with the lads. We always end up at my place, and we all end up having sex. No, not with each other. What do you think we are, some fucking queer cunts? No, with my daughter, Marie.