I check my yahoo and other email accounts once in a blue moon it isn't a shocking when I open up a message and find something like this
"wrestle that way, nude! super hot contact fun, some holds you can make a guy lose it, even jo him in them, am white, bi, clean shaven, no diseases, bn hair and eyes, small frame, 5' 7' 157lbs one hot time"
When ever I read these I think to myself Jesus doesn't anyone just want to fuck anymore ?
" you can stay in as long as you like. Margaritas are served until the moon shows, then inside for some mutual fun. Love to be in the backyard nude. Very private. Also have a sauna inside."
another message that fallows after the first two is
"Alright, cool ad. U still looking? Brn/brn, 5'7", 125, tats and piercings. I get told I resemble Dave Navarro. I'm totally vers just let me know. Ck U L8r. "
Like I said before doesn't anyone just want to fuck normally ??
Thursday, April 28, 2011
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
Like Bella & Edward
My sister once joked and said when I had my hair longer it looked like Bella's from Twilight. I hate vampires and apples.
At that time I had a boyfriend the most gorgeous boy I have ever seen.
He was the sweet heart we all dream about and want.
The kind that makes you surprise pancakes at midnight and writes you poetry. The one that used to give me his coat when it was cold out ,and smelled like Big Red Gum.
But then the dream comes to an end , and one day you begin to understand why he doesn't call you back anymore or why he comes over to your house smelling like axe and cigarettes. Why the sudden sweetness has vanished and all this left is the bitter syrup of his former self.
He wasn't in love with me.
He was still in love with his snow white ex in Seattle.
The boy he went to rehab with , the one he promised to be with forever.
It's been a year since he left me, and a year since I became a houseboy and year since my sister teased me about having Bella hair.
When it was movie night at J.'s house we watched this moive, I cried like baby throughout the whole movie.
I miss him.
Home
I live on campus and the whispers around my building are that I am the hall slut. My cell phone number is passed around in secert and my bbm goes off like crazy when it comes to finals week.
Which of course I am , sometimes I get knocks on my door at night way past the hours when everyone is wide awake.
It's the same guys , tall ,lanky ,and white and of course they are curious about their sexuality.
My roommate is never in the room so I have the room all to myself , the tiny living quarters has been witnessed to many cock sucking and facial moments.
I can't deny a cute white boy when he shows up at my dorm , with a hard on poking through is pjs. I mean would anyone ?
The next day it's all whispers and nervous glances when they see me in the laundry room washing my sheets and shirt that is stained with their cum.
Jockstrap
The first time I ever put on a jockstrap I had no idea on what they meant with size.
I thought it went by dick size , so when they asked me what size I wore of course like any guy I said the longest and biggest number.
J. and his than partner A. had a good life about this as we walked through the Big Five Sporting Goods.
He slipped his hands around my waist and said in a scruffy voice ," he wears a size large , maybe medium?".
This was my first day with two, horny older men and boy did I have that sinking feeling like I was failing at it.
That was over two years ago.. Now I own a wide vast collection of them. Vintage jocks , new age jocks , fancy jocks , fetish jocks ,leather jocks , red jocks , blue jocks , smelly jocks and even a Wal-Mart jock.
I guess I know who to blame for my underwear fetish.
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