9 Dead Gay Guys Page #3

I guess, as such, Kenny could be forgiven

for thinking that things could hardly get any worse.

I was to prove him wrong of course!

What the frig!

What's the matter now?

You tried to kiss me!

No.

You did so.

You tried to make a pass at me.

Byron

Are you gay?

No.

Then why did you try to kiss me?

I thought we were mates, Kenny!

We are mates,

But that doesn't mean that you can kiss me.

I mean mates don't go around kissing each other

whenever they feel like it.

Give us a blow job.

Kenny this is a Class 5 Offensive Weapon.

Give us a blow job, or else...

Byron, there's no way I'm going to give you a blow job.

Do you understand?

Oh, come on, Kenny.

This isn't real gay sex.

It's not as if it's

Anal, or arsehole, or sphincter or shitter

or bumm banger or butt f***er

or penetrative type sex.

You for real? Are you?

Only messing, Kenny.

Byron, you've changed.

You've really changed, you know that?

I guess Kenny had a point.

I guess I had changed.

London must have changed me.

I mean, I had never asked him for a blow job before.

That much is true.

But then again, he was one to talk.

I mean, it wasn't long before he was to become

a practicing poof either!

Sure enough, what London had done to me,

London would now do to Kenny.

I need a pee.

I need a drink.

I need a pee so I can have a drink

after my pee

because I need a drink.

Byron?

What?

You got any of that money left on you?

Here's my last fiver,

the one and only.

I think we should spend it now

on breakfast beverages and

a liquid lunch.

I agree totally.

Now Kenny,

bearing in mind your present physical condition

which at best can only be described as fragile,

which pub do you feel like you're capable

of walking to?

Two Guinesses, please.

Kenny.

What?

This here's a frigging gay pub!

Not funny, Byron.

It appears to me that this here

drinking establishment

has an unusually high proportion of punters

of a homosexual nature.

Byron, you're not frigging funny, all right?

You see, the difference between me and you is

you look around this pub and all you see is

a lot of gay guys, and homosexuals,

and queers, and buttfuckers, and

faggots and poofs, right?

Whereas me, whenever I look around this pub

I see a way of subsidizing my giro, big time.

Byron, I'm not giving anyone a blow job.

Kenny, don't look at it as a blow job.

See it as work:

Legitimate, lucrative work.

I'm not giving anyone a blow job, all right?

Face it, Kenny, would I ask you to give anyone

a blow job?

I wouldn't do that.

to anyone I wouldn't...

Just Jeff.

Jeff?

Aye, Jeff.

Are you for real, are you?

What?

Kenny!

Byron, there's just no frigging way, all right?

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