Meet Frank Quartz

 

Meet Frank Quartz

I am Frank Quartz. I am just me. I am a man from Europe. Not from any country in particular. I have a few friends and all are interesting people. They are, well, my friends. I’m not sure what you would think of them. I like them and trust them as they do me. They are in my life for a reason. All things happen for a reason. Like when I met my ex-galfriend Amy in work. We were together for two and a half years and were fine till she left me. We are still friends but fight like cat and dog. There are no issues except my moods and that she left me.

 

Life moves on. I met a bisexual lover called Tony. He sucks a mean chopper. His cock was small and mine was bigger. He thought I had a big cock and asked to see it. I guess it was the bulge in my Speedo swimming trunks. The bulge grew bigger when he said Hi and rubbed my inner thighs! His hand was soon caressing my cock and down my trunks. We went over to the harbor wall and he wanked and sucked me dry. Later that day I took him out to a bar. We drank ate and then had sex on the beach. I never do anal or take it but am fine with mutual wanking and being sucked off. I don’t suck though. We were together three months then he ghosted me.

 

After that I met several gals who were lovers and confidantes. I needed someone to talk about my battle service. They lent me their ears and bodies. A fine time it was. Life slowly moves on. I have bad moods. This was why Amy and I fought as friends. I give a good fight both in the ring and with words. It can be hard knowing when to stop. Especially when being a walking weapon like I am. I try to be one of the grey people. Being noticed is no good. You understand.

 

My name Frank Quartz is named after Frankenstein and the quartz crystals. I was called Frankenstein as a kid due to my long head. Years later I got into goth subculture and never looked back. The quartz rocks are from pebbles on the mountains where I used to hike before. All is part of my life. Like my hands and feet.

 

For a job I’m a waiter in a bar. I do a couple of hours per day. I’m ok at it but not an expert. It keeps me busy and gets me out of my small rented house. I meet people and have good conversations. I meet varied people from fishermen to artists to drivers. All part of the local scene as I am. Some move about like me. The work is seasonal and varied. I spend Winter in Southern Europe. My home country is cold and I don’t like that. It affects my bones. An ailment from my service long ago.

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