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Skating Rink

Skating Rink

Skat­ing rink, I love them, I hate them.

It was one of those days when I was at Pyra­mid Ice. I cap­tured this pic­ture with my iPhone, and thought the guy was pret­ty good looking.

I don’t know, but I have been always in the lik­ing for some­one that is younger than me. My friends say that I like them you, I guess.

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Having HIV?

Love Box

I used to buy a lot of condoms.

No, I do not use them. Well, maybe once or twice, but very seldom.

Con­doms to me are nev­er a mix. I dis­like the smell, I dis­like the ‘action’ of hav­ing to take off the con­dom after a good fuck. Most peo­ple would want to just rest after a good 3 hours of bed­ding ses­sion, I would appre­ci­ate that too.

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Holding hands

Holding Hands

One of the nice things in a rela­tion­ship is hold­ing hands.

I like to hold the boy’s hands. Whether is it in the car, or just gen­er­al­ly giv­ing him that brisk hug that he deserves.

Hold­ing hands to me is the kind of phys­i­cal inti­ma­cy that is the kind of expres­sion of feel­ings that I have for the boy. It gives the means of being present in that some­one’s per­son­al space. I hold hands with the boy, is because I want to share the things that he has, the per­son­al space.

Hold­ing hands sig­ni­fi­cates the affec­tion that I have to the boy.

Of recent, the boy has been avoid­ing hold­ing my hand. Not to say total­ly avoid, but rather, with lit­tle response when I try to hold his hand…

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