Procrastinating

Sometimes, I don't even know a man's name after doing oral
for two hours.
In Oxford Street, sex is everywhere.
It is a sport. In the back rooms of bookshops, in saunas, in
the toilets at the pubs.
A boy once wanted to fuck him without a condom.
I said that nobody did that any more.
He informed me that only old men have to worry about that,
and asked me if I was "one of them."
This was in a sauna.
In the next room, two fat old men were pissing on each other,
and had the door open.
"Of course I'm HIV"
I bellowed, "Its pension day and most of these people here are in the same situation."
"Good then," the boy changed his face.
"Give it to me. At least then, someone might care about me."
If only the boy knew.
I walked away, went to the pub, and had another beer.
It was a leather bar,
a man had his boyfriend on a leash.
Younger men can be so droll.