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Jan 15, 2010 16:19

It's so funny. He tells me he wants to go smoke a cigarette, and keeps sitting there. I'm such a straight man, I don't want to detain him, but I do curl up around him and he lays back over me, and the silliness begins.

Nothing unusual, but we hadn't seen each other in a month and he was somehow worried I'd never speak to him again. So, he was gratified.

The thing that was unusual, I guess, or reportable about it is not the incredible, exhausting and multiple-orgasm-inducing hand-job (yes hand-job)-- he's got me pretty well figured out by now. So I'm in a place where I'm not so concerned or nervous about just getting off, and I can do what I really want to do with another person which is enjoy their sexy body, so I do. I got to spend hours just appreciating his skin. Nicest thing was he didn't have anywhere to rush off to in the morning, so there were cuddles there, too.

I don't know how long this can go on, though. I mean, I am moving. I saw him again and knew that he is still my favorite person, and he cares about me dearly at least. But if he relapses to that suicidal pile he was a month ago, with my life being in the crap-hole it's in, I won't be able to handle it.
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