Almost Doesn't Count

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Sunday - Woke up somewhat early, popped online. Wasn't really expecting to find anything - one guy that had hit me up in the past wanted to get together, but it was against his and his bf's rules to host. I'm touched he wanted to break it for me, but I still couldn't do it. Paul's roommate hit me up, so I went over there. He'd gone to Monster Massive the night before, so was exhausted, but we still fucked for a good long time. I ended up cumming, and he jerked off for a while longer before concluding that he really just wanted to sleep. Ah, well. Back at home, one of the gents I'd been chatting with hit me up for strictly lunch, so I did some last minute cleaning at the house, shaved and headed over to Aladdin in the Ralph's shopping center. Met the GORGEOUS young man there, and he bought me a falafel sammich for lunch. We had a great conversation, spanning everything from HIV to the judicial system, to Galileo, to school history, etc. Ken called while I was still there, having already gotten home. I had to leave, but promised to say hello again. I ran home, and jammed my ankle trying to take too many steps at once. Hobbled in anyway, and kissed and hugged Ken many times before helping him unpack. He'd kept a journal, as requested, but didn't want me to read it just yet. Grr..! He also decided he was hungry, so we went over to Mandarin Dynasty. I wasn't terribly hungry, having just eaten, but I really wanted to try the Mongolian "beef", and Ken was buying so.....we had a good lunch, chatted about the non-sexual aspects of his cruise, then walked home. We laid down for a while, which quickly became fucking. I wonder if I don't have an allergy to latex....I'd been getting progressively more sore all week long...I originally thought this was from all the fucking I was doing, but I had NO trouble with Ken. Ah, it's good to be without condoms again. :-D He really did lay down to sleep after that, and I read his journal. He'd slept with 5 different gents on the cruise, though two were in the same encounter. One he literally slept with, and had sex with again when they woke up....not sure how I feel about that, but he was so overwhelmingly good about the rest, I can't complain. I worked on my homework for Legal Skills, and started an exam for CivPro before Ken woke up and called me into our room. We laid on the bed for a while - I clarified the names and # of times for the boys he slept with, and that he hadn't topped at all (apparently despite his best intentions). It took about 30 roundabout minutes, but he eventually asked about my numbers. He'd thought about 15. Close: 18, with another 7 oral. Not my goal, not even my modified goal, but he said he'd have been really bothered if I'd hit it. As it was, he spent about 5 min. just laying there looking up at the ceiling. He mentioned that, while he was on the cruise, he thought we might've been able to be open, but we couldn't because of me, because I have no sense of moderation. I flipped it on him, and said it was because I don't care about the numbers, and he can't get over them. He said sex was a weird thing, when you love someone, so he guessed it was good that this made it weird. We laid in bed a while longer, then finally got up and went out to get him some dinner. On the way there, his car made a weird shuddering sound, which I guess was the transmission, and then his check engine light came on. He pulled over to the side of the road, all of 10 feet from the Jack in the Box, and decided to take his car home. Dropped off his car, took my car over to the JiB and got him a salad. I hadn't meant to, but I ate the leftovers from his lunch when we got back. Meh - at least it didn't go to waste. I did some more research for my legal brief, he watched TV, and we eventually went to sleep. Several times through the night, I'd wake up being very affectionate, and had a vague sense of guilt because I thought I was with someone else.