#2

this was maybe 4 years ago. i remember #2. early days when sexuality was an extremely awkward and uncomfortable thing for me. we met online on a non-sexual site and planned to meet in oxford.

it was just a weekend visit for me where he could show me around town. but who are we kidding. late that night things got physical when he offered me a massage – the one valuable lesson in initiation i have learned.

but just like this whole situation, #2 is awkward, different and unconventional. he had put on an asian gay film i can’t remember which one but it starred tony leung. we spent all night lying on a futon in living room with him touching me all over. i think my nipples were bruising the next day and i certainly had a case of ‘blue balls’. he did not even want to kiss – he dislikes it. i hate being deprived of kissing!

with balls and nipples hurting, i cut the trip short and left the next day. another lesson in planning too much and putting needless effort for casual meets. he had nice legs though – lean, firm and hard veiny thighs.

#33

just another listless tuesday. after meeting #32 for lunch and realising nothing is happening there i texted #33. just by coincidence he was free in the evening because he had a date cancelled. #33 goes way back but he doesn’t know it – one of those hard-to-get men who think they have everything and therefore can shrug off a meet with ‘maybe’ because i am ‘just another guy’. i was in the mood for this.

as expected #33 was full of himself, boisterous, talkative with a public school boy accent. so anxious about filling in silences and his compulsion for being in control filled my sitting room like unwelcome sunshine on a lazy sunday morning. i had to shut him up quickly so offered a massage. was i wrong … he talked throughout.

good on me for stalling and delaying. no sex. 1.5 hours later he is in my bathroom with a bad case of diarrhea and gas. i know, not sexy. he left as soon as he could.

i wish you were there. it was very amusing.