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thepnutgalleryWoke up in my jock strap with a very naked Matt in my bed. We talked about the night before, and then for hours about the nature of love and relationships. We got breakfast at Brian's, where I saw an adorable Beagle named Toby in a car. I was going to rescue him, but then our table was called. We continued chatting, and made out at the table for a bit. Best time I've had without fucking someone in a long time. It occurred to me later in the day that Matt is MY TOP, and how very out of character it was for me to be okay with essentially playing pimp for FHA the night before.
Tim called me offering a special hangover cure that he needed to deliver in person on his boat. Tim has spent the night several times since the breakup, but this would have been the first non-sex party sex we'd had. I declined, more from not wanting to drive down there than my concerns about landing back in Timbo.
I started chatting with a boy from out of town, and eventually went to visit him at his hotel. Great time, except that I was feeling kind of toppy, and even though his dick was smaller, he only seemed interested in topping me. Walking out from his place, I got a text from a guy I've been chatting with for years, so I headed over to him instead of going home. He had a GIANT puggle. BONUS! Sex with him was also fun, and I want a video of it next time. Only awkward thing was that he wanted me to cum, even after I told him how much it disturbs me to do so. Decided that my wanting to make him happy did not extend to reducing my happiness, so I didn't. Another guy was supposed to come over after, but he couldn't find parking...so left?
Tim texted, asking if he could come over. I said sure, played my new song for him, we listened to some Bjork, and then I got on top of him. Maybe it was just on my end, but it was just slightly bittersweet. Even though I could feel the pull of Timbo, it wasn't enough to draw me back. I was going to cum, but he didn't make a thing of it, so I didn't. He left, I chatted with a few more boys, then jacked off and went to bed.
Tim called me offering a special hangover cure that he needed to deliver in person on his boat. Tim has spent the night several times since the breakup, but this would have been the first non-sex party sex we'd had. I declined, more from not wanting to drive down there than my concerns about landing back in Timbo.
I started chatting with a boy from out of town, and eventually went to visit him at his hotel. Great time, except that I was feeling kind of toppy, and even though his dick was smaller, he only seemed interested in topping me. Walking out from his place, I got a text from a guy I've been chatting with for years, so I headed over to him instead of going home. He had a GIANT puggle. BONUS! Sex with him was also fun, and I want a video of it next time. Only awkward thing was that he wanted me to cum, even after I told him how much it disturbs me to do so. Decided that my wanting to make him happy did not extend to reducing my happiness, so I didn't. Another guy was supposed to come over after, but he couldn't find parking...so left?
Tim texted, asking if he could come over. I said sure, played my new song for him, we listened to some Bjork, and then I got on top of him. Maybe it was just on my end, but it was just slightly bittersweet. Even though I could feel the pull of Timbo, it wasn't enough to draw me back. I was going to cum, but he didn't make a thing of it, so I didn't. He left, I chatted with a few more boys, then jacked off and went to bed.
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