Damn, I could write so much. It’s been busy since Friday. Where to start? Where to end?
Okay, so I’ll make this as short as I can and write fast. And use bullets.
- Friday got off work and went to a sex party with buddies “Andre” and “Bertrand” but it was filled with fat, out-of-shape dudes so we jetted and went bar hopping. “Don’t leave, you’re taking the party with you,” one guy said.
- “Sex on the Beach,” a young college student with a 10-inch dick that I met at the beach last summer, was in town and hooked up with us later that evening. Bertrand went home and “Sex on the Beach” and Andre and I started freaking at his place. I swear Andre sucked on that long black, young dick for hours. For once I was mostly on the sidelines.
- Dawn came and we went online and pulled four more guys over and had a honest to goodness freak party.A Jamaican dude with a little dick, a light-skinned bottom, a very vocal bottom, and one other dude. I had been up almost two days straight..it was a blur.
- After everybody busted that nutt we were hungry so the sex party moved to a diner for breakfast. The waiter was gay and I could tell he knew what was up. “Did you boys have fun last night?,” he asked. I played dumb and just smiled.
- Did family stuff all day Saturday and worked a part-time job that night.
- Sunday night planned to crash but a buddy, “Darren,” called. “I got two bottoms coming over and I need help.” So I went over to help him tag team them. One was light skinned and short and the other taller and dark. They were a little pudgy too. But they threw good sex. Darren is 6 feet 4 with a 8-inch dick and I’m 6 feet 2 with a bigger one. We took turns swapping bottoms, banging them so hard that sometimes the bed rocked. The dark-skinned one was so appreciative of my pounding he licked and sucked my toes afterward. Now that was nice.
- Last night I reconnected with “Oliver,” the dude I was feeling. He opened the door before I could ring the bell — I could tell he missed me too. It was a sweet night, far better than the frenetic weekend. And for the first time I fucked him. It felt different, more passionate. We talked nasty shit to each other while we fucked. I can honestly say I want to do that again. “Next time, don’t fuck me so hard,” he said. I guess Oliver didn’t understand I was working out pent-up desire and frustration. I have learned to enjoy him when I can because when we are together we are connected but when apart the connection seems to fade away, kinda like a dream you had at night but can’t remember in the morning. Damn, I texted him today and he didn’t even text back. I wasn’t surprised.