Love is stronger than pride

Since I returned to my country T has been on top of me to retake our failed relationship. This time I was mislead again, I thought he had changed, he had new friends and they where nice people. I trusted.

Two weeks ago he went out alone with his friends and didn't told me.
A week after he did the same. I started to recognize his pattern when he's dating someone. And still he keept talking of love to me.

Past friday was P's birthday, he told me he was going to pick me up that night when I saw him in the morning and that the party would be in Next. At 8:00pm when I asked him about the party, he seemed startled, "You arent' going to work?" he asked, I said "No, I want to go out and relax, it's been a busy week" Then he told me he wasn't sure if the party was going because P wanted to go to buzz and if the party was there he wasn't going and he was going to sleep instead. I said ok.

12:00am and he doesn't answer the phone. I tought he went to sleep (silly me). I went to Sahara's an sat at a table watching people. I called P. She's was at Next and T WAS THERE. I felt bad, betrayed, down, I needed the protection of the White Goddess of Coldness, a line would freeze the pain, maybe two, so I went and bay a gram. I felt better afterwards.

I went to Pty, and dropped myself in a couch in the upper level, alone as always, some friends came by to say hello, and then one of T friends came over, and he told me they were down there. I saw T, he's surprised, caught in the act, he was talking to another guy and the guy turned his head towards me and T put that face he gets when he's caught. I needed another line. so I went to the bathroom. I felt bad. I thought he had really changed. All was coming again, all the past events, the same pattern. so predictable as predictable was my response. I snorted another line. The coldness started to grow, my pain freezed, at least for half an hour.

I remembered the first time I meet his new friends, they were cold, I assumed because they knew the old boyfriend, no, there was already another one, a new one, and I was the one coming in. And the "female friend" they always talked about but never mentioned by name, wasn't a female, it was a male. Feelt like summer 2003 all over again.

He came to pick me up yesterday, suppossedly to talk about us. I was just opening the door of the car and he was at the chellphone "in 15", in 15, like in 15 minutes I tought. Of course he was going to drive me home, drop me there and meet someone else. I decided to test my theory, sometimes I'm masoquist. "Can you take me to the supermarket?" I asked, He said "yes", that was in his treshold of time, I knew it, I took my time in the supermarket, he looked normal. " Go with me to have dinner" I said, this made him unease "You hadn't eat?" No, I said. We went to niko's, he told me he was going to the bathroom, to make his "I can't go now" call I guessed so I went straight after him and took my time too. He was really pissed off. 10 minutes later a call got into his cell "No, I had to pick up a friend " A friend, he always tell everyone my name unless is someone that doesn't know about my existence. "T, would you ever change?" I thought. I wasn't going to talk about it but my anger was too big, "Who was that?", I asked. "A friend", ok I said. "The one of the 15 minutes?", a friend from Chiriqui, he knows you" he replied "I don't care if he knows me, I care we were supposed to talk tonight and you made plans, a wednesday at 12:00am, the only thing you can do is to fuck" I replied. "Are you dating someone else? I'm already feeling dejavu, do you remember the tale of the dog and the two bones, grow up T."

Why I still love him despise all this, I wonder!! An old song says that "Love is stronger than pride", I can attest that.

A. Second date.

I meet A. three weeks ago. He told me he was married and curious. So I accepted to meet him. We had a great time.

He called me yesterday, I wasn't sure I wanted sex since all the maelstrom about the weekends issues and I was tired but I tought "Why not, maybe this is just what I need". So we meet at my apartment at 1:30pm. He's very tall, and chubby and he gave me a big hug. I took off my clothes and so did hi. His skin was warm, it felt so nice against my body, my dick started to grow under his care, we kissed, we rolled over the bed, his hands over my dick, he has so big hands. My dick was hard as hell, he looked at it like pooh would look at a honey pot, "Go for it" I said. He sucked and sucked and then the turned his attention to my balls, my perineum, my ass, I started to play with myself while he sucked and sucked my balls, putting his tongue everywhere between my legs and under my prick base, I was in heaven. "Me voy a venir coño de tu madre" I warned him, but he kept sucking and licking, "Go on" he said. My hand over my dick intensified the pumping movement while A licked my balls as if they were made of icecream, I started swearing hard "Hijueputa, me vengo chucha de tu madre, me la sacaste maricón!!" but keept my lips bittend while the pleasure came over me again and again. My semen spurted over my chest, hot, and his fell in my right left. He collapsed over me and I put his head against my chest while he licked my sweat mixed with my milk from there.

I left him sleeping and went for a shower. I was so hot I had to wank again. It's a pitty he's so afraid of me piercing his ass. But I'll convince him one of these days, or if I don't, I'll do a classic "Ooops! I got in! sorry!! it wasn´t my intention".

Human Males, they are all the same.

The Weirding

There's a reason I don't know why I really need to be in contact with a male of the human specie. I call that "the weirding". Well, on sunday I went to this place near home. There was this guy and my "weirding" was triggered (He has such a cute bubble butt). Well, I couldn't get to it since there was too many apes around.

B. called me and so A. I really wanted to go to the sauna that night, since I know a quick session with a male is all I need to be back to my normal state. I moved my date with B and A so I could date both at the same time, in vernacular, a 3some later in the night.

I arrived at the Sauna, nothing interesting. M. that had his own "weirding" that night, I wonder if I'll ever going to understand what's on his mind! and I thought I was weird enough! Also R was there, I dismissed him with a "Not interested", one thing is to boast being my lover, another thing is boast that in front of my ex.

Well, then came along a spider or well, a cute guy:

I was hanging out at the vapor, and UR1 (for short) came in. He was tall, muscled and hairy. I had seen him the day before hanging out at Punto, dismissing the guys that tried to hit on him. My dick was already hard, he sat and took off his towel. Nice dick, smaller than mine. It started to grow, I always has been fascinated by such a sight. I got close and he took my prick and started to massage it, I got more closer, put my left hand in the wall for support while my right hand went straight to play with his.

We started to get more intense so we went to a more secluded part of the labyrinth. We keep sucking and kissing each other, our bodies just felt right. I sat and put him over me so his balls and dick where at my head level, I started to suck his balls, his groans growing in loudness. We switched places, my dick felt soo good in his mouth and he really was into it because the harder I hit his mouth with my dick the harder he seem to get, he came sucking my balls, he almost tear them off. I came too. Dripping my milk over his head.

I kissed him goodbye and left for the shower. After that I went straight to the lockers. My ex was there . He said hello and went straight to the door. Lies and more lies. That guy won't change ever.

Well, I got to be picked up by A, who's more chubby now, and then we picked up B. B was ok but he was too young. We went home, drank some beers and A and B started to get hot. So I dismissed them and went to bed.

Well, at least my "weirding" went away.

Spaniards, bottomles bottoms and T

I hadn't write in a while. I've been very busy in my other lives. So I guess this side of me is having little attention these days. I meet C two days ago. A young spaniard very hot. We had a very urged fuck session that included beer, lambrusco wine and cocaine.

The fuck was great, slow when needed, fast when motivated, I came strong, should be all that white dust around my nose, dick an ass lol.

T called me yesterday, he told me he couldn't pick me up at the office because he was having a date with someone to have sex. I don't care about the sex, but why he couldn't pick me off! Whatever, if his intention is force me to take a decision, I already took it years ago. I won't fuck with him again. Call me a drama queen but I can't forgive him, and I probably won't ever. I'm that stupid and proud.

I went on sunday to M's house for a threesome, a very cute drugged bear that won't allow me to fuck him in the ass but really looked as if were the most active bottom this side of earth. Whatever gays and their prudish ways. On the other hand was M, his tool wasn't working "properly", well, I guess I really need to get back to fuck women. This "gay" guys are worthless. Straight males are more trustwhorty in such venues.

So, a weekend is coming, N is considering cancel my project, I'm fucked off, but somehow I'm relieved it's going to finish at least not in the way I intended but it's an end to a long calvary.

C, maybe I'll call him tonight...