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After that last post, I fucked him again for Christmas, sucked his dick for his birthday, and fucked him at least three more times after that. He couldn't get enough of me, or maybe I was just too addicted to his dick to think for myself. He never made me feel slutty, though. I felt in control the entire time. I tried not to see him too often. And it was always at night, at 2:00 in the morning so that anyone who would care would be asleep. I'd stumble back home at 4, recently filled with dick and already wanting more.
What is it about him? Why is he so special to me? Why can't I replace him with someone else?
I had a dream last night that I went to his relative's house, like an aunt or something. While I watched him play with their dog outside, I answered their questions about me. Suddenly I realize that I don't have a shirt on.
Later, I am snuggeling with Pete in a room full of people for some reason. I tried to remember how it had happened, and why we liked eachother, but I couldn't place it. I looked over at him, sitting on another couch, and he wasn't looking at me. He was trying to ignore me like I tried to ignore him when he had a girl hanging all over him. Pete leaned in and whispered "So, how is this gonna work? Are you cool with just talking on the phone 24 hours a day for now?" And I said out loud "I kinda hate the phone." He looked at me then. And I got up from Pete and walked away. A few minutes later I woke up from my alarm.
I don't want to go on this trip this year and feel like I did the first year. I am going to go not expecting anything, and pretending like all the sex we had 6 months ago didn't happen. With everyone together again, it's not like it will happen anyway because there's no privacy.
What is it about him? Why is he so special to me? Why can't I replace him with someone else?
I had a dream last night that I went to his relative's house, like an aunt or something. While I watched him play with their dog outside, I answered their questions about me. Suddenly I realize that I don't have a shirt on.
Later, I am snuggeling with Pete in a room full of people for some reason. I tried to remember how it had happened, and why we liked eachother, but I couldn't place it. I looked over at him, sitting on another couch, and he wasn't looking at me. He was trying to ignore me like I tried to ignore him when he had a girl hanging all over him. Pete leaned in and whispered "So, how is this gonna work? Are you cool with just talking on the phone 24 hours a day for now?" And I said out loud "I kinda hate the phone." He looked at me then. And I got up from Pete and walked away. A few minutes later I woke up from my alarm.
I don't want to go on this trip this year and feel like I did the first year. I am going to go not expecting anything, and pretending like all the sex we had 6 months ago didn't happen. With everyone together again, it's not like it will happen anyway because there's no privacy.