Good Times
Oct. 3rd, 2006 01:08 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thepnutgalleryGreat weekend. The first half of Saturday was not so hot, as I didn’t do so well at SFT, and then I was in a terrible mood up to and including the car ride to Kevin’s party at Conjecture. The party itself was pretty cool, though I ate a bit too much. I agreed to DD, since I was planning on going over to Jason’s afterwards, and didn’t want to be drunk for that. On arrival home, Aimee’s subtle hints that she would be alright not going to Roger Rabbit at La Jolla Village blossomed into a refusal to go. This suited me fine, as it meant that The Bunny and I could go together to Jason’s. We ended up going through Jason’s porn collection, and then viewing about 2 hrs worth of porn before Anthony finally made a move. I could have started things a lot sooner, but Anthony complained when last we were with Jose that he felt like a third wheel when I started things off, so I left things up to him. By the end, though, I was so frustrated that I almost went home without sex. That’s kind of the problem with 3-ways, is that they’re much more awkward to start than one on one. Anyway, when he finally did make a move, with a little help form J, it was totally worth it. Kind of disappointed in myself that I wasn’t able to suck Jason completely off, but he had already come twice that day, and my nose was runny, so I couldn’t breathe without coming up for air. Anthony reflects fondly on the experience, and all three of us jerked off the next morning thinking about it, but I get the feeling from Anthony that he’s glad to do this, but would rather us be completely monogamous. Sometimes, he’s a bit too emotional for my tastes. The week of my b-day, when he apparently had it in his head that I was getting ready to break up with him, he mentioned in passing that part of him wanted to throw himself on the ground and beg me not to leave. I’m not sure how that made me feel. Sorry for him, to be sure, but also a little disgusted. Like, if he had actually done that, it would be 50/50 whether I would have stayed with him to make him stop feeling so bad, or kicked him in the gut for being such a wuss. Well, 75/25.
Anyway, Sunday, after I jerked off, I went to lunch with Jason P. at Sipz, and we chatted briefly. He had intended for us to hang out longer, but I had stuff to do. Unfortunately, I had forgotten that Aimee, The Boy, and Durwood had also gone out, but didn’t wake up until after I did, and so didn’t get back until after I did. Eventually, I went shopping with Aimee, and got back just in time to go jogging with J. Jogging was alright, but he kept trying to put the controls in my hands, for how fast, and how long we went, and I don’t do well with that. After jogging, we showered (separately), and settled in to watch Vampire Princess Miyu. I’ve been wanting for a while to just hang out on the couch with J, holding him, kind of the way I used to do with Amanda, but that didn’t work so well. When I pulled J back onto me, there was kind of an awkward moment, followed by ‘Um, I can feel that…”. Note to self, do not pull someone close when you have a raging hard on. After Miyu, we tried to watch Evangelion from the computer, but it wouldn’t play right, so we watched it from the bed, and ended up making out for about two hours. J, despite having fixed himself in the shower, still soaked through the heavy duty shorts he was wearing, ‘cuz he’s a rockstar like that. While I haven’t discussed the absolute limits of what I can do on my own, I’ve decided that making out with boys that we have, or are going to have, 3-ways with, is alright, as long as we keep our junk in our pants.
Anthony came to me on Monday morning, after having written a delightful “I heart my bunny” cartoon, and informed me that he had been thinking too much, and the voices in his head (which, I suspect, sound a lot like Aimee) were telling him that I was going to leave him. Pish. But I really haven’t been spending much time with him, so I offered to take him out to dinner tonight. This serves the dual purpose of us spending time together, and it’s a dinner that he doesn’t have to pay for, which is rare these days. Naturally, Aimee butts in, suggesting that I am taking him out because I’m feeling guilty, and informing him that he is to buy her dinner while he’s there. Whore. As much irritation as I feel towards her, I really really don’t want it to come down to a “her or me” thing. Not because I’m worried that The Boy would choose her, but rather the opposite. He would probably choose me, not the least of reasons is that I am not a leech on his wallet and social life. My issue with that is that it leaves Aimee on higher ground if The Boy and I should ever break up, and he comes crawling back, as the case may be.
Anyway, Sunday, after I jerked off, I went to lunch with Jason P. at Sipz, and we chatted briefly. He had intended for us to hang out longer, but I had stuff to do. Unfortunately, I had forgotten that Aimee, The Boy, and Durwood had also gone out, but didn’t wake up until after I did, and so didn’t get back until after I did. Eventually, I went shopping with Aimee, and got back just in time to go jogging with J. Jogging was alright, but he kept trying to put the controls in my hands, for how fast, and how long we went, and I don’t do well with that. After jogging, we showered (separately), and settled in to watch Vampire Princess Miyu. I’ve been wanting for a while to just hang out on the couch with J, holding him, kind of the way I used to do with Amanda, but that didn’t work so well. When I pulled J back onto me, there was kind of an awkward moment, followed by ‘Um, I can feel that…”. Note to self, do not pull someone close when you have a raging hard on. After Miyu, we tried to watch Evangelion from the computer, but it wouldn’t play right, so we watched it from the bed, and ended up making out for about two hours. J, despite having fixed himself in the shower, still soaked through the heavy duty shorts he was wearing, ‘cuz he’s a rockstar like that. While I haven’t discussed the absolute limits of what I can do on my own, I’ve decided that making out with boys that we have, or are going to have, 3-ways with, is alright, as long as we keep our junk in our pants.
Anthony came to me on Monday morning, after having written a delightful “I heart my bunny” cartoon, and informed me that he had been thinking too much, and the voices in his head (which, I suspect, sound a lot like Aimee) were telling him that I was going to leave him. Pish. But I really haven’t been spending much time with him, so I offered to take him out to dinner tonight. This serves the dual purpose of us spending time together, and it’s a dinner that he doesn’t have to pay for, which is rare these days. Naturally, Aimee butts in, suggesting that I am taking him out because I’m feeling guilty, and informing him that he is to buy her dinner while he’s there. Whore. As much irritation as I feel towards her, I really really don’t want it to come down to a “her or me” thing. Not because I’m worried that The Boy would choose her, but rather the opposite. He would probably choose me, not the least of reasons is that I am not a leech on his wallet and social life. My issue with that is that it leaves Aimee on higher ground if The Boy and I should ever break up, and he comes crawling back, as the case may be.
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