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Well Played

Well Played

So yes­ter­day Matt mes­saged me for din­ner, and I did not saw his mes­sage on time, and only replied to him 2 hours lat­er.

He was­n’t hap­py of course, and in the spruce of the moment, I let it out at him. “How many times have we made love? You can­not even reply to me when I say ‘I love you’, so I would imag­ine when we last made love”.

The fact is, it has been quite a while since we last had sex. Usu­al­ly when we were togeth­er, he would sleep only in his under­wear. Now, he sleeps ful­ly clothed.

It was after a few times of fore­play only nights before Matt allowed me to fuck him. He still refuse to suck me, but I guess I have to live with it.

<–more–!> I found Hushky on Grindr. One of the rare finds, I sup­posed.

Both of us met. Fucked, and I real­ly liked the way he sucked.

Hey, haven heard much from you. How have you been?”, I said.

Very good.”

We need to meet up again, been a while since I breed your ass.” Hushkey men­tioned that he loved the feel­ing of being breed by me.

Lets meet up this com­ing New Year. I come pick you up on the eve, and we can fuck whole night.” I said.

Hushky want­ed to use ice. He asked if I knew what pop­per was, and he want­ed to have that when I fuck him. He was delight­ed when I told him I knew what it was, and that I have bought a few bot­tles.

Unable to source for a reli­able source for the ice, we went to weed instead. I like the feel­ing of spac­ing out and get­ting a blowjob. The feel­ing is akin of tak­ing ket­a­mine, but less stronger, and does­n’t hit you the same. I gen­er­al­ly pre­fer hav­ing mar­i­jua­na, as it is eas­i­er to access com­pared to the oth­er stuffs. Ice itself, does­n’t give me the kin­da high that my oth­er coun­ter­part pre­fer that. I don’t feel any­thing spe­cial or high. The only effect is I can’t seem to make myself shoot my load.

Its the eve of New Year. Hushky ass was all sore from the nights before. All the fuck­ing and breed­ing, I some­times did not even ejac­u­late because the ses­sion was so long; I kin­da got tired and bored. He gave my dick a good suck, lick­ing it occa­tion­al­ly, prepar­ing it to enter to his now well used hole.

I smear on lib­er­al amounts of KY to his but­t­hole, hop­ing the next ses­sion would be anoth­er great one.

Don’t get me wrong. I love fuck­ing. I lit­er­al­ly don’t care who I fucked. Smelly ones, cute ones, dirty ones. I think I have most­ly met all of them. As much as they are not visu­al­ly appeal­ing to me, my dick does­n’t know that. Like they say, hide the face, fire the base. Right?


It is the first time I delet­ed my ex’s con­tact. It is the first time that I felt like I need­ed to burn that bridge with Matt. Few weeks back, I unfol­lowed him, unfriend­ed him, unsaved his con­tacts, etc. Few weeks back, I refuse to mes­sage him and then it give way. I mes­saged him some­how.

I don’t know what I want. On one end, I liked to have him around, to chat or what­ev­er, on the oth­er hand, I hate it when he asks me to pay for some­thing, or telling me that this is nice and all. He does­n’t does it often, but every­time when he does, I felt extreme­ly dis­gust­ed.

It has been far too many times he want­ed one of my watch. I guess, if it was Ash­ton, I would have giv­en it to him. Why can’t I do the same with Matt? What dif­fer­ence does that make, why treat­ing Ash­ton does­n’t felt the same as how I treat Matt?

Is it because the lack of sex?


I can­not explain how is it with Hushky. I don’t want to treat him like my boyfriend, but at the same time, I cooked break­fast for him wait­ing for him to get up from bed.

On one end, I want­ed to have din­ner at some real­ly expen­sive place, and the per­son that I want­ed to bring, was Matt.

I am con­fused. Oh, and Hap­py New Year.

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Its the end

Game over

So it final­ly end­ed with Matt after 556 days of being togeth­er. Well, most of the time, we were not. Main­ly because of how busi­ness was mov­ing, and some oth­er things.

So we met up again on that week­end. I told him I want­ed some­thing sim­ple for din­ner, and he want­ed some­thing more.

Well, long sto­ry short, he came over, pack up his things, and left.

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That Whatsapp Message

It was a short and sim­ple mes­sage. “Good morn­ing” I said.

Online.

Last seen, 2 min­utes ago.

No replies.

Hap­py Valen­tines,” I said.

Online.

Last seen, 1 minute ago.

No replies.

Blank.

He blocked me.

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That Chat

We went for sup­per short­ly after. I want­ed to go some­where fur­ther but it was get­ting too late and I was feel­ing a lit­tle sleepy. So we decid­ed some­where near­by instead. Again, we had such good con­ver­sa­tion about every­thing up until the din­ing table.

It was when he showed me his phone with my num­ber who he had named it as ‘Dono Who’. I agree, i did not offi­cial­ly tell him what is my name, which I think it was not impor­tant at that time. i took his phone, and entered my name into that entry.

When he took back the phone, he stared at it for a moment.

Your name is very famil­iar, where have I known you before?”

A very bad way to clear my name, I real­ized. He promised to shove it aside but we all know it will not hap­pen. We humans just like to dig out the past and talk about them, one time or anoth­er.

Back home, we still con­tin­ue to talk about it. I showed him some mes­sages that we pre­vi­ous­ly exchanged, and that jogged his mem­o­ry a lit­tle.

We hugged a lot that night, and basi­cal­ly talk till both of us fell asleep. It was the first time I had this kind of expe­ri­ence. I still remem­ber that we had this dis­cus­sion so seri­ous­ly, he total­ly for­got about the road and dri­ve into a pot­hole.

The morn­ing, we both hugged a lit­tle before send­ing him off. He has got a meet­ing so i did­n’t dis­turb him dur­ing the day. We had planned pre­vi­ous­ly to go for a movie after he has done his stuffs.

Then, things did not go well .. I am still sad.. why? How come? How did it hap­pened the way it did?

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That Feeling

You know that feel­ing when you liked some­one? That tin­gling sen­sa­tion that you often hear in movie dialogs but don’t quite know what it is?

It was this guy that I got to know back in the days. We can’t say we know each oth­er, but he has heard of me, and like­wise I have heard of him.

He mes­saged me one day in response to some­thing that I have post­ed in a forum. In that mes­sage was his con­tact num­ber. I sent him a text and it was a short exchange of mes­sages, noth­ing moved; this was a year ago.

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