A day round the bean town

Yesterday was one of those busy blah days when I usually get so lost in my thoughts I can hardly find my way back home.

I was desperately in need of a shoulder to cry on but he wasn’t even at home, I really hate him when he’s working and reject my calls.

I still have the headache going through a creepy day with just 2 cigarettes to be smoked.

Whatever, after all the calls I made and getting the same answer”Busy, gonna call later” he picked me up round 5 and we went round the city.

The ugliest thing we observed was two baby heads on the front steps of the Museum of Fine Arts. it scared the shit outta all of us, making baby girl comment a few things like why someone cut the heads of baby monsters off ?!!!

Then we went on cruising till a friend called and suggested visiting Avril. Urgghh I’m no big fan of her so I really don’t like wasting my money like that when I can buy some sexy clothes! The only question left unanswered was that why she used pink on her hair, copycat!

what else aha lemme copy-paste the news for the 3rd pic

“Four protesters chained themselves to the doors of Bank of America in Copley Square yesterday, accusing the bank of funding coal and energy companies that pollute the environment.

The four blocked access to the Boylston Street bank from 8:45 a.m. until shortly after 11 a.m., when police arrested them after cutting through a bicycle lock one had looped through a door handle and around her neck.

“Without the financial support of large banks like Bank of America, the fossil fuel industry could not continue destroying the earth and our communities,” said Elise Ansel, one of the protesters.”

The last pic is really irrelevant but wtf he plays in red sox and J.D.’s cute.

I still feel sorta empty and blah and I dunno what the hell is wrong with me but I want something romantic and he’s asleep, fine it’s 3 am, i think it’s better for me to go to bed!

 

Fancy the boxers off him

I never from the very start, thought it would be easy with Jon. But I fancied the boxers off him, His whole charisma lured my whole being to him. But how would he feel about me - I mean would he think of me just as another guy, another colleague who just happens to work in the same office.

I got to talking to him quite a lot - because the nature of the work in a newspaper office called for dealing a lot with the letter’s editor, we spent an hour a day going through the letters and deciding which ones we should print in the letter’s pages.

I had to check out his credentials, if or not he was married, did he have a girl friend, did he have a boy friend come to that - I mean I knew nothing about his personal life - but I wanted to, very much so.

I was so glad to discover he was single, that he had not committed relationships or otherwise come to that. But was he gay, or even, like me, bi?

Knowing he was into rugby I went for it, decided on an up and over, up to my place and over to join me in a couple of drinks and an afternoon of rugby on TV. All the time my having very carnal imaginings of a different ball game all together. But would he go for it. Surprising, yes, I say surprising because he never seemed to show any real interest in me, even as a prospective colleague so, well yes, it was a very pleasant surprise, But I must not jump to conclusions, well must I?

After a couple of drinks and an hour of rugby I was beginning to lose heart over he and I being lovers because he was so involved in the rugby. But then, it was just something he said that enlightened my hopes, there was a God! And all he said was that he though one of the players had great thighs. “I mean, Pete - just look at them, I could go for a tackle with him any time. That’s what I like about rugby, one can get away with murder if you are a touchy feely.”

“I see what you mean,” I returned as one of the defenders was being sat upon full facial by another. “Imagine a face full of that!”

Jon just turned to me. For just a moment I wondered if I had said anything out of order - and would that be the end of it, my hopes and my meanings, how good it would be for him to sit on me!

But he smiled so wonderfully, now he was looking and noticing me like never before. It was as if his whole face lit up. For the first time I felt I was now on a promise with Jon.

All he did then was to pull his legs up over the arms of the settee, turn and lay on my lap, his face glowing as he nudged the back of his head into my groin. It was as if I had been set alight, Everything was turned on I felt and if I wanted to resist the acute swelling in my jeans I wouldn’t have stood one iota of a chance - why? Because not only was Jon moving his head deeper into my crutch, his hand ventured up and under my top, his fingers exploring my chest.

I felt an inner warmth and closed my eyes as I stretched my head back,feeling the joy of his touch along the sinews of my chest. Then he turned his head to the left, his face nudging my crutch , over my jeans. And as if that wasn’t enough to really set me aflame his mouth was tinkering with the clip on my zip, - then the way he held it with his teeth,. Slowly but very deliberately pulling it downwards, my fly bursting open with the growth of my cock beneath. My God - then he was nudging his nose into my boxer shorts, sniffing me there, licking the head of my cock through the soft silky material.

Now I wanted him really wanted him big time…

I guess we just chilled for a while. “I wouldn’t mind playing our very own rugby game,” Jon said - I have a feeling you would soon score a try and better still convert it.” I smiled, realizing what he was getting at. Me and him in a scrum mmm. very nice - could go for that - could go for that in a big way. “Shall we practice some, Jon?”

“Why not?” he returned releasing a handful of cock. “You have a nice one by the way, love the feel and the texture!” So we scrummed, there on the carpet, leaning down towards each other, but this was a different scrum, it was seeing who could grab each other in a solid move, and then seeing if the victor could score. I so wanted for Jon to. I was hungry for him now. The way he had sniffed and tantalized me crazy, the way he had found my hole, rimming and teasing it as his tongue licked my ass and balls. Well he was younger than I so more energetic, he was bound to have won the scrum and soon he was pinning me down on all fours, my ass propped high for him as he ripped down my jeans. The feeling was so good, I wanted masterful then, wanted him to take charge and fuck me crazy. And he did, just that, he’d felt me, sniffed and tasted me, now his hard magnificent eight inch cock was doing it’s business deep inside me. Getting faster and faster , I let go, swayed my ass to give him maximum sensitivity, his fuck was divine, it felt so good, the rhythm was perfect - and when he cum it was strong and wanting, and he wanked me so hard as he fucked, so I was about to explode too, he seemed to realize that and as I felt the pressure of his final surge within he really wanked my cock and I was spurting all over.

To fuck with Jon - I was about to discover - was like no one I had ever had before.

He was quality fuck!