Cherry on Top
Tonight was pretty much what I needed, and it was only 24 hours after I had hoped on getting it.
I received this text message at about nine o'clock tonight. It was from a boy, or should I say man, that I got with once a little while back. Between then and today, he had contacted me about three times to get together again. Tonight I took the bait.
I hopped in the shower, got myself all cute, and headed out the door to drive to Boulder. Five minutes into the trip, I realized that I didn't have my cell phone, so I had to turn around and get it, since I didn't have complete directions. 15 minutes after my original arrival time, I pulled up to his place.
We exchanged greetings, and he showed me down to the living room. Before he sat down though, he went over to a window that looked into the living room, and pulled the blinds down as far as they would go. He then joined me on the couch. He didn't have any gay porn, being bi and all, so he put in a DVD called "Creamed."
"So, you've never been with a girl," he asks disappointedly as some chick is fingering her twat in the porn.
"No, I have not," I say as I try to avoid looking directly at this bitch's flapping lips.
What is it with bisexuals? Do they think that switch-hitting is normal behavior? Do they think that since they like their dick in some chick's vagina just as much as they like someone else's dick in their ass, that I should too?
Anyway, five minutes into this thing, the guy gets up, pulls up his shorts, and runs over to the aforementioned window. Apparently, he was uncomfortable with the 1/2 inch gap between the windowsill and the bottom on the blinds. Unfortunately for him, the blinds wouldn't go down any further; I was afraid he was going to call the whole thing off. Dude was acting like a tweaker that lived next-door to the Boulder PD precinct.
When he finally returned from checking all the windows, we got down to business. I'll spare all the juicy details, but I will tell you this... He wasn't too bad. I'd give him a 7 at giving head, and he was pretty good bottom. All in all, 3 1/2 stars.
After I cleaned myself up in the bathroom, I left. Well, not until Mr. Paranoia peeked through the window to make sure there was no one outside. When everything was all-clear, I walked back to my car, lit up a cigarette, called Nic, and headed home.
Moral of Story: There is a price to be paid for being able to fuck an attractive, masculine, bisexual man.
♥
Hey, dont mean to bug u but r u interested in 2nite?
I received this text message at about nine o'clock tonight. It was from a boy, or should I say man, that I got with once a little while back. Between then and today, he had contacted me about three times to get together again. Tonight I took the bait.
I hopped in the shower, got myself all cute, and headed out the door to drive to Boulder. Five minutes into the trip, I realized that I didn't have my cell phone, so I had to turn around and get it, since I didn't have complete directions. 15 minutes after my original arrival time, I pulled up to his place.
We exchanged greetings, and he showed me down to the living room. Before he sat down though, he went over to a window that looked into the living room, and pulled the blinds down as far as they would go. He then joined me on the couch. He didn't have any gay porn, being bi and all, so he put in a DVD called "Creamed."
"So, you've never been with a girl," he asks disappointedly as some chick is fingering her twat in the porn.
"No, I have not," I say as I try to avoid looking directly at this bitch's flapping lips.
What is it with bisexuals? Do they think that switch-hitting is normal behavior? Do they think that since they like their dick in some chick's vagina just as much as they like someone else's dick in their ass, that I should too?
Anyway, five minutes into this thing, the guy gets up, pulls up his shorts, and runs over to the aforementioned window. Apparently, he was uncomfortable with the 1/2 inch gap between the windowsill and the bottom on the blinds. Unfortunately for him, the blinds wouldn't go down any further; I was afraid he was going to call the whole thing off. Dude was acting like a tweaker that lived next-door to the Boulder PD precinct.
When he finally returned from checking all the windows, we got down to business. I'll spare all the juicy details, but I will tell you this... He wasn't too bad. I'd give him a 7 at giving head, and he was pretty good bottom. All in all, 3 1/2 stars.
After I cleaned myself up in the bathroom, I left. Well, not until Mr. Paranoia peeked through the window to make sure there was no one outside. When everything was all-clear, I walked back to my car, lit up a cigarette, called Nic, and headed home.
Moral of Story: There is a price to be paid for being able to fuck an attractive, masculine, bisexual man.
♥
posted by Eric at 11:58 PM
2 Comments:
Did you fuck Ryan?
Pride was SO much fun!
I think i want to make it a point to come back to Colorado for Colorado PRIDE for the rest of my life.
..Hmm, OH yeah
SLUT!
But other than that, i'm glad you go laid!
(PS) Thanks for Jock Blocking Mr. Grabby
<3 Matty B.
Oh, those bi's...
I am so glad you got a little fuck time. Well deserved. Considering you always have to sit through my sex stories! (However boring and straight they might be...)
:)
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