There is just something about Greg’s bedroom. It has the same quality as my room from when I was a kid… it just makes you want to sleep haha. As soon as you go in you start to get drowsy, and it is almost impossible to wake up. It just gets so perfectly warm and cozy. So needless to say, when Greg woke up to run a few errands and told me to sleep in: I took him up on it.
A few hours later he returned, surprised, to find a slovenly boy still passed out in his bed haha. He reminded me that I was supposed to have been doing my homework and I reminded him that his exact words were “I want you to start working on your school work if you wake up”. Being that I had not woken up, I was clearly still well in-bounds.
He chuckled at my boyish and unfailing ability to find loopholes in the rules. Then he told me where he had gone. While I slept, covering his pillows in drool, he had been outside waiting in line (and it was cold) for tickets to a play. I had told him the previous night how I had only ever seen one Broadway show, so he decided to surprise me with a show.
We got showered and dressed and grabbed a quick bite to eat before heading to midtown to go see the play. It was called Speed the Plow and it starred William H Macy. It was closing in a week and Greg had really wanted to see it. I had never heard anything about it, but love theatre and was really happy to be doing anything with Greg… corny, I know.
The play was fantastic; short, three characters, and really well done. All the actors were amazing, and I thoroughly enjoyed the writing. Not too mention, I was there with an incredibly sweet man who had taken me just because.
Its funny, I have never been with someone sweet. The only Sir I was ever involved with was reserved, and usually a bit cold. Don’t get me wrong, he was impossibly generous to me… but he wasn’t really sweet. It’s hard to explain really. I have only ever had one boyfriend in my life, and he wasn’t sweet either. It seems I have made a career out of being able to read deep into a man’s actions to be able to see how sweet they may be. This is the first time I have ever been interested in someone who just was sweet. Period. I don’t need to read anything…he just is really good to me. I’m not used to it.
Just wait till I tell you about dinner!
Saturday, February 28, 2009
Valentines Day 1
So let me preface this post by saying I have never really had a good Valentine’s Day. In the past few years I have organized an annual Valentine’s Day burning amongst my friends. Meant to be a cathartic experience, we bring tokens and mementos of those who have scorned us (personal, political, whatever). It is quite the ceremony and has twice resulted in my burning holes through my trashcans (hard to find a big one to use on campus).
This year though, there was no burning. Instead, I got to visit Greg…who I grow more and more smitten with each time I visit. I took a bus up on Friday and got there around nine or so. After a brief emergency involving me foolishly leaving my laptop on the bus, I eventually made it to his apartment and was greeted warmly.
Then I was greeted with some orders. Boys like orders. I was stripped, inspected, and then used for foot worship and service. Even though I think he may have initially planned on holding out a bit, it didn’t take long before I was sucking him off. Again, even though I think he was planning on holding off, it also was not long before he was shooting thick spurts of cum down my throat (no I don’t just swallow for anyone).
We spent the rest of the night indoors, just enjoying each other’s company, having a few drinks, talking about everything from his big gay crush on Meryl Streep to issues of monogamy, gay culture, etc…
It was a nice relaxing night. I still find myself shocked at how comfortable I get every time I am around him. I don’t worry about whether I am good enough for him, or what it is he wants from me, or anything like that. It’s nice…and new.
Its no wonder I fall asleep so quickly cuddled up against his furry chest, engulfed in his powerful arms.
This year though, there was no burning. Instead, I got to visit Greg…who I grow more and more smitten with each time I visit. I took a bus up on Friday and got there around nine or so. After a brief emergency involving me foolishly leaving my laptop on the bus, I eventually made it to his apartment and was greeted warmly.
Then I was greeted with some orders. Boys like orders. I was stripped, inspected, and then used for foot worship and service. Even though I think he may have initially planned on holding out a bit, it didn’t take long before I was sucking him off. Again, even though I think he was planning on holding off, it also was not long before he was shooting thick spurts of cum down my throat (no I don’t just swallow for anyone).
We spent the rest of the night indoors, just enjoying each other’s company, having a few drinks, talking about everything from his big gay crush on Meryl Streep to issues of monogamy, gay culture, etc…
It was a nice relaxing night. I still find myself shocked at how comfortable I get every time I am around him. I don’t worry about whether I am good enough for him, or what it is he wants from me, or anything like that. It’s nice…and new.
Its no wonder I fall asleep so quickly cuddled up against his furry chest, engulfed in his powerful arms.
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Sorry about delays
I am going to try to take a note from Bob (Wingate) and try to take a new approach to my blog so I can update more frequently. I am going to be writing shorter posts from now on with less content in hopes that it will be easier for everyone to read and for me to post. Also may just be posting random thoughts and such. Alright, coming up:
- Valentines Day with Greg
- Mppphh! (Translation: Fuck thats a lot of clothespins Sir)
- Everything is bigger (and tighter) in Texas.
- Valentines Day with Greg
- Mppphh! (Translation: Fuck thats a lot of clothespins Sir)
- Everything is bigger (and tighter) in Texas.
Monday, February 9, 2009
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