Male Bonding
Bromance is also an acceptable title for this post.
Last night, things sucked. I went to bed feeling depressed and angry with myself. Dave snuggled up close as I read, and tried to make me feel better. It only sort of worked. Dave blogged about it, and I guess Phillip heard about it second hand. Gossip around here spreads quickly.
I was downstairs getting ready to walk up to Shoppers to pick up some stuff I forgot Tuesday, and Phillip came in and basically asked if I was okay. I said yeah, but he specified about what happened last night.
“No, with the pain.”
“Oh! Uh, yeah, it’s mostly emotional things now.”
“Will you be alright?”
I nodded and Dave chimed in. “We’ll work through this Phillip.”
“I just want to help.”
I sensed a bit of a fight. Dave has a bit of a complex regarding his sex life. I said, “Thank you both. Hey, Phillip, do you want to walk up to Shoppers with us?”
“Sure.”
Then it started to pour. I had just gotten to the main road to get to Shoppers. It was so cold. My jeans stuck to my thighs. Dave was smart, and he wore a good jacket. I just had a sweater. Phillip had his robes, but they are warm anyway.
We finally got to Shoppers, I picked up the gift basket my mom won, and grabbed some rations for me and my cousin who is coming over tonight. Drunken Mario Kart party, just us. Oh yes.
Anyway, then as it was still pouring, we went to Starbucks for a pick-me-up. I had a hot chocolate and a chocolate-covered pretzel. I had asked Dave on Tuesday to talk to Phillip about oral sex, and Dave decided that as I was shivering to death in Starbucks would be a great time.
“So, you know that story?”
Yeah, great first line there Dave...
“What?”
“Lea’s sister wrote it.”
“Oh. The one with me?”
“Yeah.”
“What about it?”
“Have you wanted Lea to do that to you?”
“What confess her sins to me? Or use her mouth on me?”
“Use her mouth on you.”
He looked away and muttered, “Do real people actually do that? I thought it was just fantasy.”
At this point I think I should point out, Phillip is very good at fantasy. Before he came here, that was pretty much all he had.
Dave let out a slight laugh, “Yes, real people actually do that.”
I nodded.
Phillip, I think, was a little overwhelmed, but he did manage a smile.
So, darling sister, your advice of “I think you should blow him” will be happening.
On the way home, it was sunny and not raining anymore. I had seen a few flakes of SNOW though, which made me sad, but then I remembered how excited Jaguar Paw would be. He’s been dying for winter to see snow. Keep in mind, unless he’s leaving the house, he walks around next to naked with his ass hanging out. I don’t think he’s going to really like snow that much, because he’ll have to get dressed.
Anyway, somewhat of a good day, better than yesterday night.
Last night, things sucked. I went to bed feeling depressed and angry with myself. Dave snuggled up close as I read, and tried to make me feel better. It only sort of worked. Dave blogged about it, and I guess Phillip heard about it second hand. Gossip around here spreads quickly.
I was downstairs getting ready to walk up to Shoppers to pick up some stuff I forgot Tuesday, and Phillip came in and basically asked if I was okay. I said yeah, but he specified about what happened last night.
“No, with the pain.”
“Oh! Uh, yeah, it’s mostly emotional things now.”
“Will you be alright?”
I nodded and Dave chimed in. “We’ll work through this Phillip.”
“I just want to help.”
I sensed a bit of a fight. Dave has a bit of a complex regarding his sex life. I said, “Thank you both. Hey, Phillip, do you want to walk up to Shoppers with us?”
“Sure.”
Then it started to pour. I had just gotten to the main road to get to Shoppers. It was so cold. My jeans stuck to my thighs. Dave was smart, and he wore a good jacket. I just had a sweater. Phillip had his robes, but they are warm anyway.
We finally got to Shoppers, I picked up the gift basket my mom won, and grabbed some rations for me and my cousin who is coming over tonight. Drunken Mario Kart party, just us. Oh yes.
Anyway, then as it was still pouring, we went to Starbucks for a pick-me-up. I had a hot chocolate and a chocolate-covered pretzel. I had asked Dave on Tuesday to talk to Phillip about oral sex, and Dave decided that as I was shivering to death in Starbucks would be a great time.
“So, you know that story?”
Yeah, great first line there Dave...
“What?”
“Lea’s sister wrote it.”
“Oh. The one with me?”
“Yeah.”
“What about it?”
“Have you wanted Lea to do that to you?”
“What confess her sins to me? Or use her mouth on me?”
“Use her mouth on you.”
He looked away and muttered, “Do real people actually do that? I thought it was just fantasy.”
At this point I think I should point out, Phillip is very good at fantasy. Before he came here, that was pretty much all he had.
Dave let out a slight laugh, “Yes, real people actually do that.”
I nodded.
Phillip, I think, was a little overwhelmed, but he did manage a smile.
So, darling sister, your advice of “I think you should blow him” will be happening.
On the way home, it was sunny and not raining anymore. I had seen a few flakes of SNOW though, which made me sad, but then I remembered how excited Jaguar Paw would be. He’s been dying for winter to see snow. Keep in mind, unless he’s leaving the house, he walks around next to naked with his ass hanging out. I don’t think he’s going to really like snow that much, because he’ll have to get dressed.
Anyway, somewhat of a good day, better than yesterday night.