So it's Boston U
We've decided on college finally. It's Boston and I don't know how it's going to turn out. It's a great school and I feel as if I could flourish there but it'lll be hard to adapt to. I'm hoping there's a shit load of gay boys to play with. Webster Groves is stifling. My options are all nice guys, but nobody I could see myself with. They're all too needy and immature. Although I doubt whether an attractive, mature guy actually exists.
I used to have a boy friend. Jerjer as my best friend Heather calls him. He was sweet. But not a guy that could keep me going. His sloth-like sexual abilities were incredibly tiresome. At times it was really obvious that we wouldn't go anywhere. I was in love with him though. And I wanted to keep that feeling. I remained ignorant to the loss of that special feeling though. That sucked. Then we'd just end up doing some various sexual activity. I felt like I was using him. He was a good kisser though.
I'm glad it's over. I feel free. Alone, horny, and beginnning to hate ALL straight couples. But I'm satisfied in some self loathing type of way.
Sorry to anyone who's reading this. It's insanely juvenile.
I remember one time when we were on the roof of the Heritage building. Doing ... something. It was a gorgeous night and I wanted to make it memorable for him. So I put a little extra effort in. He better have been grateful. He said it was the first time he felt he actually 'made love'. Which was funny. I thought he'd associate that with him being fucked up the ass (an act that I cringe to think about). I don't understand that kind of sex.
What did I get though? I think he got bored. Halfway through my turn he started looking around and sighing (and not in a 'this is hot' kind of way). He did it in a 'so how bout this weather' kind of way. It was exceedingly nettling. It's a good thing I have a good imagination and concentrated on Daniel Goddard from Beastmast (a horrible show but a great chance to relieve sexual frustration). The guy is hot!
I remember my first time kissing him. It was wonderful. Not with him but the sheer act. It was the first time a guy had kissed me. Now I watch 'The Trip' and live my love life through that corny little movie.
There are way too many movies centered around straights. Being a minority sucks.
Later, Nathaniel Hawthorne
I used to have a boy friend. Jerjer as my best friend Heather calls him. He was sweet. But not a guy that could keep me going. His sloth-like sexual abilities were incredibly tiresome. At times it was really obvious that we wouldn't go anywhere. I was in love with him though. And I wanted to keep that feeling. I remained ignorant to the loss of that special feeling though. That sucked. Then we'd just end up doing some various sexual activity. I felt like I was using him. He was a good kisser though.
I'm glad it's over. I feel free. Alone, horny, and beginnning to hate ALL straight couples. But I'm satisfied in some self loathing type of way.
Sorry to anyone who's reading this. It's insanely juvenile.
I remember one time when we were on the roof of the Heritage building. Doing ... something. It was a gorgeous night and I wanted to make it memorable for him. So I put a little extra effort in. He better have been grateful. He said it was the first time he felt he actually 'made love'. Which was funny. I thought he'd associate that with him being fucked up the ass (an act that I cringe to think about). I don't understand that kind of sex.
What did I get though? I think he got bored. Halfway through my turn he started looking around and sighing (and not in a 'this is hot' kind of way). He did it in a 'so how bout this weather' kind of way. It was exceedingly nettling. It's a good thing I have a good imagination and concentrated on Daniel Goddard from Beastmast (a horrible show but a great chance to relieve sexual frustration). The guy is hot!
I remember my first time kissing him. It was wonderful. Not with him but the sheer act. It was the first time a guy had kissed me. Now I watch 'The Trip' and live my love life through that corny little movie.
There are way too many movies centered around straights. Being a minority sucks.
Later, Nathaniel Hawthorne