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.