Second Best

Hello to my courageous fallen angels! Lately I’ve been talking to a new romantic interest for the first time in two years (apart from my married friend with benefits and that guy from PRIDE club who led me on the whole time just to tell me he already had a boyfriend), but this time, it finally seems to be mutual.

If you have been following me for a while, you’ll know that I was once engaged to my ex-fiance. I proposed to a man twice my age because I really loved him, but our relationship was shaky from the start. He was living with an ex of his when we first met. He was condescending and controlling. He was so handsome and charming.  Only God knows what The Narcissist did behind my back. It terrified me how much I cared for him. I gave up my beliefs, my morals, and my dreams when I fell in love with him. I always told myself that if things didn’t work out with him, I would forever be condemned to settle for second best. Perhaps I jinxed myself when I placed him on a metaphorical pedestal. After all this time, thoughts of him still plague my mind at night, and tearing at my insides like a savage hunger. I look back and I realize that there were so many red flags that I refused to see. I had to let him go. He had total power over me, but enough was enough. The hardest thing I ever did was walk away from a man that I’m still, to this day, madly in love with.

Now with this new guy, I feel awful for even thinking that he’ll never compare to my ex-fiance. That I’ll never love him or anyone else, for that matter, ever again. But I need to give him a chance. He doesn’t have to compare to my ex, but he can be a different, more healthy romance.

I have been on my own for so long though. I have forgotten what love and desire even feels like in this chronic loneliness. I feel so dead inside. Like I’m just half-alive, going through the subtle waves of life until my inevitable and anticipated demise.

I was disowned by my family on my 18th birthday. But even before that, I had a feeling my mother stopped caring about me once I came out at 14 because she was a devout muslim and homosexuality was the devil to her. She probably planned my abandonment for the following four years. I was homeless, then I lived in a halfway house, and now I have my own apartment. For the first time, I’m paying bills, attending college as a full-time student, and looking for a new job. So technically, I don’t really need anyone. It’s just that there are so many lonely nights and all the one night stands I lost count of from those gay hookups apps are never enough. Artificial love isn’t as good as the real thing.

At this point, being in a relationship will result in me being either too clingy or too guarded. Honestly, I’d rather be too guarded if those were my only two options. I would like to at least keep my pride intact if nothing else.

It takes courage to open yourself up to someone after a heartbreak that you can very well never fully get over. But I can’t live like this anymore. If I find out he’s not as good a person as I’d like him to be, then I don’t have to put up with any shit from him or anyone else. I see more clearly now. Blindness and love are no longer synonymous terms. I love myself more than anyone else ever will. I am the only constant variable in my life. Everyone else tends to fade away after a while. I can’t get attached again… I just can’t….

What is a healthy relationship? I don’t know but maybe I’ll find out someday. If it’s not him, it’s someone else, right? See? I’m such a pessimist. I’m already planning on what to do if things go wrong with this new guy.

Well, wish me luck, my fallen angels! Have a wonderful day! Over and out.

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Xrotica: The Return of Dee

 

Around three months had passed since I’ve shared my body with Dee. I jacked off every night thinking about all our various sexual encounters in the past. The time we fucked in a deserted park at two o’clock in the morning. All the times he swallowed my load. That time he let me cum on his face as I screamed out “that’s all, folks!”

Dee was the best sex I ever had.

There’s a part of me that’s hurt that he’s married and didn’t tell me until over a year after our physical relationship began. But I care about him deeply and I know any love I have for him won’t be reciprocated, at least not fully. However, I accepted the way things were.

Sometimes, Dee backs off from me months at a time because by now, he can tell when I’m starting to get too attached to him. I can tell he feels bad that I have these feelings he can’t return, but he cannot deny the pure sexual chemistry that we garner for one another.

He messaged me on Growlr that morning by unlocking his private photos followed by a “hey.” My initial reaction was to be upset, but I knew he kept his distance for a good reason. Once I saw his picture of his bare ass in a jockstrap and one of his beautiful penis, I confessed my undying lust for him almost immediately. So we agreed to meet that evening after I came back from college for the day. Eventually, the time came, cued by the “im here” message ding on the app.

I rushed downstairs to retrieve him, but I paused before I turned the corner. I took a deep breath. I allowed a few seconds to pass with absolute silence and anticipation before I opened the locked door for him. I thought about just grabbing him and making out with him right there in the lobby, but I fought that urge and played it cool. We exchanged a bit of small talk while climbing up the two flights of stairs to my apartment.

Waiting for us was the plethora of pornos and condoms I liked to display on the table prior to his arrival.

I told him calmly to get himself comfortable. As I turned around to put my shoes away, he hugged me and I hugged him back. I almost forgot how his hugs felt. He was a gay bear and I was his gay cub. I rubbed my face on his beard. I noticed he grew a few grey hairs since the last time we fucked. It was cute. I kissed his neck a bit until after I felt my dick twitching, engorged with excitement.

Before it went far, he subtly ended the embrace and gave me a present from the contents of his backpack. It was a black and yellow jockstrap. It reminded me of Batman. Oh, how I love Batman… It was the second jockstrap Dee ever gave me and I loved it. Dee pulled some other stuff out from his backpack: lube, some weed, and poppers (I think that’s what they’re called; the nose stuff you inhale to get high).

Then, he mentioned he needed to rinse off in my shower and I said that was fine.

I sat there on the couch playing with myself and watching this porno where the central premise was older men fucking younger men. I enjoyed the company of older men than I did with guys my age. It’s always been that way. When I was a child, it was my dad at home or my male teachers at school that satisfied me. Then it was my ex whose 40 now. Mind you, I’m turning 22 next week. Anyway, Dee came out the shower and quickly dried himself off with my towel. He appeared completely nude. I didn’t know if it was my imagination or if I wasn’t paying enough attention before but he had a lot of tattoos. The only tattoo he had that I was definitely familiar with was the bear paw on his right buttcheek because I liked to hit it.

Dee put his clothes back on so we can catch up and update each other about our lives. Sometimes I wished we didn’t talk like that because it made it more difficult to contain my emotions. We began to smoke some weed and inhale the poppers. My head was swimming! I started laughing uncontrollably. Dee thought it was cute. Then, we made out heavy. My tongue explored his in ways I only imagined doing in the last few months. I exchanged a torrent of kisses all over his face and neck. His collarbone was quite prominent for a man his size. Dee’s skin was so soft beneath my hungry fingertips.

I got off him abruptly. He stood up and pulled his dick out of his bright red boxer briefs. I grabbed it and shoved it vigorously into my mouth. I hugged his waist as I took brief breaks by licking his balls and fingering him. I licked the shaft of his cock, teasing him for a few seconds before continuing to indulge in sexual intoxication. He kept putting the poppers near my nose for me to inhale. I kept getting headrushes and his cock stifled my stoner laughs.

Suddenly, he told me to stop so he wouldn’t cum too soon and ushered me up so we stood up and made out even more. I wanted us to last as long as possible without cumming but that wasn’t an easy task for either of us.

I suggested we resume on my bed. He laid down on his back and then I climbed on top of him. My breathing heaved in unleashed desire while we continued our kiss. Dee sat up slowly so that I was sitting on his lap. My legs stretched on either side of his hips. He pushed me on my back and took hold of my inflated cock. Woooooowww!!!! I loved giving head but being a bottom verse, it was rare for a guy to want to suck me off for a change. I felt his tongue latch onto my foreskin before he peeled it back. This gorilla knew how to unpeel a banana without his hands. His tongue went in circles! Clockwise… counterclockwise…. He put both my balls into his mouth until it was as if it just hit him that my asshole was a couple inches away. Good thing I do yoga regularly because he held my legs way back in order to eat my ass out like he was a homeless man at a free buffet. Daaaammmmnnnnn!!! I liked getting my ass rimmed a bit more than getting head. I kept inhaling the poppers every few minutes. Dee alternated between tasting my dick and my ass. It felt like ecstasy! I haven’t felt that good in so long! I forgot about my ex, my homework, and all my worries and fears.

After what felt like forever, he shimmied over me so that his dick was in my face. I arched my neck to reach for it with just my lips. He fucked my face good. I breathed through my nose and tapped his thigh every time I gagged. He grabbed my head and fucked it deeper and faster. We 69’d for a while until his fear of a premature orgasm came back. He pulled away. I wanted it back in my mouth but I knew it was better to hold off of sucking him for a little bit. We got up again, and Dee went on his knees and had seconds. My sexy bear loved to eat and I wasn’t gonna deprive him of my food. I thought I was gonna cum so I stopped him and made him lay on his stomach. I ate him out while tracing his bear paw tattoo. I spread those cheeks far apart and just stared at his bare ass for a moment. Next time I have enough money to spare, I’m gonna get a bear paw on each of my buttcheeks and I’ll make sure that another sexy bear applies it. I stared into his gaping asshole. So hairy and pink and beautiful. I tried to memorize how it looked with my spit all over it so I could jerk off to that memory later that night. I gnawed at every area just outside his hole before heading right back into it. I reached for a condom and his bottle of lube and smeared his ass with it. I put on the condom fast but swiftly. Dee arched his back just a little so that I had better access to penetration. I always knew when the car entered the garage whenever he moaned in surprise. The bed was rapidly shaking as I laid on top of him and shoved his head on one side. Every time he moved his head, I shoved it back to the position I wanted it to be in. He kept groaning louder as I was in balls deep. I kissed his neck and whispered, “you like when a cub dominates you, huh, papi?” Dee nodded earnestly before I went faster. All this excitement kept making my dick slip out too many times. So we decided to just jerk off in each other’s arms. I stared into his dark brown eyes, not once did they blink. Sometimes, my line of sight veered to his dick and his impatient hands, so eager to achieve orgasm. He hovered over me as his hot load squirted onto my tummy, chest, and neck. Dee fingered me a bit before I came too. I moaned loudly as my cum started off landing on my thighs and stomach until the last of it blinded me completely. It splashed everywhere.

I wanted Dee to consume both our nonexistent children but he told me before that he had limited time before he had to go to a social gathering. It sucked that I didn’t have mouthwash at the time or else he probably would have cleaned my body of the moist, transparent fluid oozing down the sides of my body before it meandered down onto my bedsheets. He went into my bathroom as I wiped myself off with my jizz rag instead.

I laid there for a minute listening to my sink run and this sadness began to encase my thoughts once more. I didn’t want Dee to leave. I hated when he had to leave. But this was the sacrifice I had to make in order to maintain our beneficial friendship. I never knew when he’ll come back or if he’ll decide I’m getting too attached to him again. So once he was dressed, I asked if we can make this a weekly thing. Dee always saw through my smile and noticed my sad, puppy eyes that it attempted to hide. He hugged me once more and promised me that he would text me the next day. He knew I would miss him. Due to radical acceptance, I had to accept that he was married and that it was my choice to endure the pain of his absence along with the pleasure of his ongoing arrival.

The sex was so intense that Dee lost the top to his poppers vial. So he left behind the dried up remnants of it on my bathroom sink. He assured me that it was okay shortly after I began looking for it. Dee made sure he had everything he came in with apart from the jockstraps he gave me as well. I was already dressed, prepared to walk him down to his car, but he told me it was good enough to say goodbye in my apartment. I bade him farewell before he departed as our fuck session was in the beginning stages of becoming just another distant memory.

 

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Vulnerable Moments

Hello to my guarded fallen angels! Today was Christmas Day so instead of indulging in my self-pity, like I usually do, I decided to get out the house to hang out with some other young adults in DMHAS. The other clients are fake af. I don’t trust them at all. So the day started off with lunch at Home Town Buffet. I’m friendly with the girls like most gay men are but they were very odd today. It was the usual me-pretending-to-hit-on-them-to-make-the-guys-jealous bit. Dumbing-myself-down-to-associate-with-my-age-group bit. There was this one girl who was pregnant with her Nth child saying she was gonna plot to destroy one of her baby daddies. Yeah… what good is gonna come out of that, am I right? Geez… Then this other girl kept saying things in explicit detail about giving birth while I was eating. I didn’t like that. Also, the guys were observing me for some reason. I felt like the main attraction, “The Lone Homo Exhibit” and shit… I’m the only gay man in the whole program so the other guys usually avoid me or laugh at my dark, humorous jokes. The girls started talking about sex which is a topic I can definitely relate to. I indirectly mentioned that I do one-night-stands with guys I don’t know, which is true. They made these weird faces, even the guys, when I joked about it. So we can talk about nasty straight sex but the second I mention gay sex, it’s weird. And I know for a fact those bitches are hoes too. Today was very weird. Then at one point, I say it’s better off being single and alone but this one guy who knows me a tiny bit better than everyone else, replies that I actually hate being alone. I really didn’t like that for some reason. They kept watching me eat and commenting on every gesture or small movement I did. I usually complain about feeling invisible but maybe invisibility is a blessing and not a curse. I act so arrogant and bitchy around my peers and I was so in that zone that I forgot my “purse” (it’s really just one of those bags with a drawstring) when we left to go to the movie theatre. I was in the middle of watching the latest Star Wars movie when I suddenly realized my “purse” wasn’t on me. I went into the lobby to call one of the staff members to ask if they knew where my “purse” was. They assured me that they found it and put it in their state vehicle for me to get after the movie. The thing is, we all dispersed to watch different movies so our movies ended at different times. The staff I spoke to on the phone before I finished watching The Force Awakens called me back 8 times in a two minute timespan while my phone was on silent. I returned her call but she said she couldn’t wait for me any longer so she left. WTF, right? So the other staff member I’m actually a lot closer to was still in the movie theatre and there were several issues that occurred around the same time. I eventually got my “purse” back but still… Weird days like this makes me very grateful that I have an uneventful, dramaless, lonely life after all. Have a wonderful day! Over and out.

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Kill Me With Kindness

Force me down,
Forge coal into sparkling diamonds,
For only the dead sees the end of a war,

Loaded weapons weigh me down,
Perhaps some wars are fought at home,
It would be an honor to surrender to you,

Longing my drafted patriarch brings me down,
MIA with your impossible mission,
While I endure another hero’s sweetest submission,

Your small soldier no longer bends me down,
I’m reborn at every moment,
Who knows who I’ll become hostage to next,

Your valiant service takes me down,
Shoot me international calls spontaneous,
And kill me with kindness

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The Lonesome Queen

 

The lonesome queen is awaiting her nuptial ride or die,

Pride exudes her for she is perfect where her rival fails,

No longer a change to old routine hanging off a beautiful lie,

 

She beguiles her frilly dresses with french perfume she tends to buy,

Unlike her foe she always has time to manicure her nails,

The lonesome queen is awaiting her nuptial ride or die,

 

There are freshly cut fruit baked into her every homemade pie,

Philanderer prefers no toys to be scattered as his mistress wails,

No longer a change to old routine hanging off a beautiful lie,

 

Until he calls her she fears her plans with him has gone awry,

At times his consort pulls him back so sometimes he bails,

The lonesome queen is awaiting her nuptial ride or die,

 

Her feigned crown keeps her up until sleep is a result of her war cry,

Waiting for his texts is a kind of torture as tears rolls down her rosy cheeks trail,

No longer a change to old routine hanging off a beautiful lie,

 

Work is a waste of time as she anxiously anticipates her high,

As the years go by her heart withers away never to prevail,

The lonesome queen is awaiting her nuptial ride or die,

No longer a change to old routine hanging off a beautiful lie

 

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Intermission

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Hello to my pretty fallen angels! Sorry I haven’t been posting as frequently as I usually do. I have been so busy. Amongst the many things on my plate, I have been preparing for my first ever drag show as my alter-drag ego, Seductress! I got my nails and eyebrows done. My body is hairless everywhere except my scalp. I mastered the art of wearing heels and better yet, wearing them as I enact my perfected dance routine. I already bought my costume with its black and red color scheme. Makeup will be done the same day by a troupe of very talented makeup artists. ComiQueens, half-video game tournament and half-drag show! Wednesday is the big day! Don’t worry, my fallen angels, I have been working on a literary love shrine for Batman, a co-blog collaboration, and I will definitely post pictures and videos of the big night! Have a wonderful day! Over and out.

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The Talk: A Raw Truth

Conception:

When a man and a woman love each other very much…

When a man unconsensually forces himself on a woman…

When a woman is infertile and must resort to artificial insemination…

When a condom breaks and a white elephant looms over two people…

Tribulation:

The number one cause of death is birth…

Your parents cannot shield you from harm forever…

You must learn life lessons the hard way, alone…

Being too sheltered from the real world will make hardship unbearable when you finally do experience it…

Annihilation:

Your first love will destroy your heart in ways you couldn’t fathom prior…

Yet it’s so worth it for it truly is better to have loved and lost than to not…

You grow stronger, wiser, and more resilient from losses rather than victories…

So good luck on your personal endeavors and have a wonderful day, my fallen angels…

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#TBH

Hello to my reclusive fallen angels! It seems I’m always chastised for being the only one whose honest. I’m infatuated with him. I don’t know him that well yet to have legitimate feelings but I’m aware of a few things about him that aren’t bad at all. He’s caring, artistic, funny, smart, and he’s one of the most beautiful men I have ever known. He enjoys playing video games and he knows his way around cosmetics. The thing is that I was a DCF kid. My childhood composed of trauma and abuse which led me to growing so accustomed to The System that I never learned the social skills needed to interact with Normies (people who were never in The System and is sane enough to appear normal even if they’re not). I believe that I never fully adapted to the real world; I never successfully transitioned from a hospital ambience to the community setting. This theory would definitely explain why I’m so socially awkward. I have a habit of making people feel uncomfortable and actually taking pleasure in it. You see, in psych wards, talking about depression, suicide, rape, and the like were topics of conversation. We made humor out of it because they were the only things to define our lives. It’s why I have a very dark, warped sense of humor. I know it’s hard to take me seriously but I use humor as a coping/defense mechanism. If I stop laughing, I’ll fall apart. It’s why I feel all alone in the world. I know I talk about loneliness a lot but it’s my only reality. I don’t know how to allow my crush to take me seriously; that I’m not a joke and that I’m not only interested in sex. I didn’t think he was into me until I found out he volunteered to do my makeup for the drag show I spoke of in my post, Drama Infestation. I don’t know with him. He’s wishy-washy. I don’t want to put my hopes up too high but I can’t wait to see if our O’s will become X’s soon. I’m not afraid to be honest. Maybe at least one of my fallen angels will read this and muster up the courage to be honest too. Have a wonderful day! Over and out.

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Drama Infestation

Good day to my anxious fallen angels! I thought I knew it all. Yet I also have this old proverb in mind: The wisest people can admit that they know nothing [compared to what they could know.] Being a loner is safe and calming. However, recently I have been challenging myself to be less introverted. So I joined PRIDE club at my college. Don’t worry, I’m not gonna bore you with the details of my ongoing obsession with a man I can’t have. They’re the most addicting kind of people. November 18th will be my first ever drag show. I will be a gothic queen named Seductress (seduce+mistress). The song I’m gonna do is Cool For The Summer by Demi Lovato. I gotta wax and do makeup. (Good thing I already bought my costume.) I have been practicing my dance routine in heels at my local park. Civilians pose a threat because anyone foreign of my knowledge is frightful to me. Anyway, I notice the other members of PRIDE club constantly talk shit about each other. Once someone leaves the room, the absent member becomes a target. No doubt they talk shit about me once I depart from their presence as well. That’s what I get for leaving my comfort zone for some fresh air. Perhaps fresh air doesn’t exist anymore, or ever did for that matter. So much drama occurs when people outside my mind come into view. I don’t trust them. But I’m not doing drag for them, I’m doing it for my own personal gain. I always wanted to try it. Joining PRIDE was a way to relinquish my curiosity and making friends was just an added yet far-fetched bonus. I know you all must be dying to see me in my alternative garb. I will definitely post pictures and maybe even videos of this spectacular event in my life when we cross that bridge together. My fallen angels, be careful but not too careful, or you will end up like me. Have a wonderful day! Over and out.

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Xrotica: Revisited

In addition to Xrotica (the original pertained to the Allergic to E challenge but this post will not)

I know in various past posts, I mentioned my ex a lot! Fuck him. He wasn’t nearly the best sex I ever had. For over a year, I fucked with this married guy plenty of times. I lost count after nine. So one time…

It was 2:00 in the morning. I had been laying down uncomfortably on the floor besides my brother’s bed. His bitch ex-fiance cut the cord to the AC and it was Summer. So the fan in his bedroom was our only salvation. I couldn’t sleep for shit so I was texting my fwb back and forth hardcore. Every time we exchanged dick and ass pics, I had to quietly tiptoe to the bathroom. My fwb (let’s call him Dee) sent me reply pics that made me hot as the Sahara. Through text, he asked if he could come over. I told him I wasn’t at my apartment, that I was visiting my brother for the weekend. I forgot if I asked Dee or if he brought it up, but soon enough, he said he was on his way to pick me up so we could fuck in his car. I told him I kept it clean just for him. It took 45 minutes for him to arrive. Every minute trying to prevent myself from jacking off. I wanted to save all my juices for Dee. To splash him with the biggest nut he had yet to feel on his caramel skin. I didn’t care where he wanted my cum. On his face. In his ass (Dee was the only man I ever topped). In his throat (he was the second guy to swallow me whole). I just wanted it. So I waited in the front yard until he showed up. I knocked on the window of the passenger side of his car to catch his attention. Dee was looking at porn on his phone. He looked up at me and quickly opened the door for me. What a gentleman! I sat beside him and we automatically made out heavy. I liked when he got a haircut; to feel his scalp under my palms as I vigorously rubbed it as if a genie would come out for a threesome. His tongue went in perfect sync with mine. Before things got intense, he told me that it would be even better to fuck in the woods. Some part of me knew I should’ve been scared but I didn’t. I trusted him completely. As he drove his car, I attempted to start touching him but then decided to stop in fear of a car accident or something. But Dee assured that it was okay. So I rubbed him and even tickled it a little. He moaned a soft moan. Then he rubbed me in return. Suddenly, we were already parked by the woods. We got out his car and walked down a dirt path, subconsciously making sure no one else was around. Dee said he wanted to do it on a bench but we never came across one. Instead, we just went deep in the woods and resumed our make out session. The chemistry and the passion ensued our entangled lips, struggling for air, gasping in anticipation for what was going to happen next. Eventually, I pulled away from his lips so my lips could trickle down to his neck. He whispered for me not to give him a hickie. I understood. I just kissed and licked his neck for effect until I returned to his magical mouth. However, he wanted to move to the next step. Dee pushed my head down to his crotch. I yanked his shorts off and then his boxers immediately. I yearned and daydreamed about it for the longest. His beautiful dick was sieged by the source of my drowl. I hugged his waist, squeezed his ass, and played with his hole as I continued to submerge his dick in the event of sweet fellatio. Then I stood up and forced his head down to suck me off too. Dammmmmnnnn! Like I said, Dee’s mouth was magical. He loved my dick. The taste, the feel, the smell, he desired it all. My knees buckled a bit in vigorous excitement. He played with my ass too. At some point, he took out this nose stuff (I always forgot the name of it) and handed it to me. I inhaled the contents of the vial. A temporary high as we completely discarded our shorts. Then he whipped out the lube. But I always taste it before i hit it. My tongue was Moses’ staff and Dee’s ass was the red sea. I spread those cheeks as wide as they can go. He was on his hands and knees. He loved it when a cub took charge sometimes. I licked his asshole up and down, side to side while I traced my fingers on his bear paw tattoo on his right buttcheek. Then I inhaled another round of that nose stuff. He, then, squatted and I fingered him without restraint. I wiggled my finger every which way. Dee playfully started riding my finger as he moaned some more. I pushed his back down to signal that I’m hard enough to penetrate him. He went back to his hands and knees. It was my turn to squat. I slapped my dick just above his hole to tease him before easing my way in. My knees began to shake again. Dee handed me the nose stuff once more and kidded as he said that I have weak knees. So i leaned on his back and held his midriff as my dick sank deeper into his abyss. Now my dick was in balls deep. He groaned at first before whispering that I’m his cubby and I whispered that he’s my sexy bear. Yogi bear and Boo boo out on a nighttime adventure. I knew he liked it when I came in his ass. So as I achieved orgasm, my cum meandered in his insides. I blew out a sigh of exhilaration. He had a smile frozen on his face. I got up and then he copied me. I wanted him to take his revenge on me so i went on my hands and knees and he fucked me back. I yelped when his thick dick was jammed in my hole because it was a while since we saw each other prior. Finally, he came too. I totally forgot that he didn’t eat me out like he usually did. We put our shorts back on. I accidentally stepped on my glasses and broke one of the legs but I didn’t give a fuck. Dee let me lean on his shoulder as I put my shoes back on. What a sweetheart! We walked side by side as my cum squished around in his ass with every stride and vice versa. Small talk filled the silence aside from the chirping crickets. The conversation was not at all forced or awkward. Dialogue came naturally for us. We retreated into his car. I was dreading returning to my brother’s house but all good things must come to an end. We kissed goodbye, not knowing that that would be the last time.

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