copied from retarded anon in the cyclical
Weasel disconnects from a discord call with various e-celebs. "Decent stream", he thinks to himself. He sinks back in his chair, lights up a cigarette and breathes in deeply. He reflects on his stream and the big ticket e-celebs he was streaming with. "This stream was great, everyone loved it. PPH went through the roof on the thread". He should feel happy but as he takes another drag from his cigarette, he feels a deep emptiness. "He wasn't there...." weasels eyes water, he looks down at the cigarette ash literring his keyboard. "Gonzalo...." he holds back tears and clutches his mouse. Gonzalo Lira wasn't there. Just like how he wasn't there for most of weasel's life. Except for that one night. That one, magical night.
It was 6 months ago. Weasel drove from Latvia to Amsterdam to meet with the Coach Red pill. Gonzalo Lira himself. They were to have dinner at a fancy restaurant in inner Amsterdam. He arrives at the restaurant a few minutes early. Entering the restaurant, he's struck by the immense majesty of the restaurant. "This.....this is how the west lives? This is amazing" weasel thinks to himself. The pure white sheets draped over rich mahogany tables. The chandelier glittering in the candlelight. Scented air fills weasel's nostrils. Every corner, every aspect of the room was designed to dazzle. Weasel takes his seat. Alone at the table, he begins to wonder if Gonzalo will come.
Perusing the menu he's perplexed by the strange names of the upper class nosh. Initially bothered that he was alone, his perspective shifted to thankfulness as he deciphered the strange menu so as to not seem a fool in front of the Gonzalo Lira. Ten minutes pass. Fifteen minutes pass. Thirty minutes pass. "He's not coming....". The waiter asks yet again if he's ready to order. "Just a few more minutes, he's coming soon.". Weasel's smile poorly masks a broken heart. Suddenly, a gust of wind sends goosebumps down weasel's neck. He turns around and....he's there. Gonzalo talks to the maître d with such authority that she eagerly shows him to his seat. "Sorry I'm late. I had to finish filming a few scenes" his deep, raspy voice stirs weasel's loins. What a man. "Oh that's fine I just got here too :) " weasel nervously exclaimed. A lie but he was so excited to finally meet him. Gonzalo Lira. Having over thirty minutes to decide on what to eat, weasel quickly orders. Much to his shock, so does Gonzalo after a cursory glance at the menu. "Ah chateau chicken de lorain a staple of this place. It's fantastic you should try some of mine" Gonzalo talks about the menu to weasel as if he were an equal. Weasel looks at him, wide eyed and eagerly listening to every word.
The food arrives and weasel, famished, quickly devours his burger. "ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha were you hungry, son?" Gonzalo's chuckles makes weasel blush. Gonzalo finishes his chicken using every utensil with aplomb while weasel just grabbed his burger and shoved it into his mouth hole. "Water, bill please" Gonzalo flashes his credit card in the air. "Son, I just noticed your face catches the light really well. Mind coming back to my place for a few shoots?" weasel's heart pounds against his chest. "oh.my.god" he thinks. "Y-yes please that would be fantastic! I'm a big fan of your work. I can't wait to read Wiltshire boulevard." weasel smiles from ear to ear. "You're in luck kiddo I was working on that earlier. I have my work i progress at home actually. I'd be happy to let you read it". Gonzalo pays for dinner and weasel dashes off to his car. He cannot wait to get inside of Gonzalo's apartment.
The car comes to a full stop as the lights switch red. Gonzalo looks to weasel, his eyes slowly moving down from his chest to his groin. He notices some tomato sauce on the crotch of his jeans. "Messy boy" he says as he licks his thumb. Gonzalo makes slow circles with his thumb on weasel's crotch. Weasel sighs as Gonzalo's thumb brushes up against his cock. He can't help but become hard when the light changes to green. The car comes to life as they continue on to Gonzalo's apartment. What was mere seconds felt like an eternity. Weasel tries to hide his boner with his hands. "God, what if he noticed?" weasel's mind wonders. What if it was a mistake? What if he was just trying to be a dad? He knows weasel's father abandoned him when he was a kid. "Why am I so fucked up" he thinks...
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