So he's moved out but we're still trying to be friends. It working. We're getting along better than we have in a very long time. He's spent most of this week at my place but we've still been doing our own things no questions asked. And now a foot rub crosses the line and turns into a blow job and we're back to sleeping with each other. Out of convenience, out of habit, whatever. It happened. I'm not gonna beat myself up about it. Sex has never been an issue with me, I can separate lust and love. I'm just curious about whether he forgot to take his poppers when he moved his things or if he carries it around in his bag. I think I should start practicing a little safer sex with him. if it happens again. Lol, did he really ask me to "ride me". He's lucky I love the kid. i don't bottom for just anyone and although I've grown to like it I don't think it's something I would try with anyone I didn't want to please. And I really don't feel the need to please many.
This morning while he was telling me how his friends wanna fuck him. No lie. He said, "all my friends wanna fuck me." He was telling me about this little mexican fairy who I guess is a part of the glitteratti sending him naked pics and texting him about how much he likes him. I wanted to make sure he didn't lump me in with these fags so I reminded him that I'm not one of his little friends who wants to fuck him. I'm the one that does.
Thursday, July 16, 2009
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