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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Endless Mourning

 

Endless Mourning

Seven months on after she had left him after the death of her father it still gave him sorrow. He did his best to move on from her and them. Two and a half years of it. Other people had been affected. His long term gay husband had felt totally betrayed. Plus his female friend of seventeen years was now so distant. The gay husband had been betrayed while the romance was going on. The long term friend after it had ended. She had fallen in love with the bisexual man. She was one his rebounds. He swung both ways. He was open minded hence his precious romance with his girlfriend. She had been fine that he took it up the butt and had a gay husband. It was when her dad died she pushed him away while full of grief. It was normal and expected that she would talk to her boyfriend and depend on him. Instead she did the unthinkable. She became a stranger. No signs of intimacy communication or love. Grief stole it all. He was heartbroken too. There was little he could do but mourn her dad’s death and the loss of their relationship. He tried to reach out to her. She ignored his messages and invalidated all he said. Heartbreak was everywhere. He resigned from his job. His savings were enough to get by on. His gay husband was still furious. Oddly their sex was even better. His female friend said Hi now and again but was a stranger. As was his long term girlfriend. She showed him no emotions or gave him any gifts. Not even a candy. How had it all gone like this? The girlfriend realized she was living a lie. The grief triggered this and so began the descent into madness. Her ex had a pistol. A shiny silver one with a pretty varnished handle and dum dum bullets. He put the gun in his mouth and wondered what death felt like. Tears fell down his face. If he pulled the trigger it was over. Three people would mourn him. He was this way for two hours. Endless weeping. His emotions were now numb. It was time. He had decided. He pulled the trigger…

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Riga Viper

 

Riga Viper

See the sweep of the radar arm as it goes around the display. F16 Viper on the way to war! Gonna splash some Russian jets. Way it's meant to be. Way it's always been. America is good Russia is bad. See the small gal fly the Viper. Her Viper. She will do some fucking damage. Her missiles ready to fire a moment's notice. Radar plane data links co-ordinates where the bastard is. Stupid Russia will never know what hit him! AMRAAM missile fired by the small gal with a bad attitude. She always was a little bitch. Now they gave her job to use her attitude. Shooting down Russian jets hopefully with their pilots. Here we go co-ords coming in. Give the system a few seconds to upload update geo-locate them. Now she's ready. Click the switches pull the trigger radar missile away. Not a word said over the radio. Stupid Russia never knew Riga was here or her 45 year old upgraded F16. See how good she is a jet older than her. Seconds count down and there we go. Silent explosion fully visible at night. Twenty miles away. Russian Su35 Flanker splashed and pilot flying no more. Did he eject? Riga hopes not. She's that kind of gal. At least now. Will the Swish built radar plane send any more co-ords? She had plenty more missiles ready to go...

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