Ok, so here’s the deal. When I was a kid, I only wanted two things, to live my life on a ship, and to be normal. I got half that wish, now three and a half years after coming back to land, I’m pretty happy about what I did. But that want to be normal died early at while in Maryland... My eyes were opened to a whole new desire... I gave up fighting and just wanted... wanted the flesh all around me, almost like a challenge, how many guys can I fuck each year kinda thing... I did pretty well... now though I find my want for flesh changing again. 9 times out of 10 I wanted to fuck the guy senseless... now it’s fifty fifty about whether I want to fuck him or I wand him to pound me int the mattress....
But there’s more to it now. About 10 months ago, my best friend came stateside and finished up. He asked if he could stay here in Philly for a w. A while turned into six months, turned into 10… all that’s fine, he’s paying practically half my mortgage. But when I come down the stairs and he’s sitting on the sofa playing some game or watching something on tv, he’s always in athletic shorts and all I can think about is slipping my hand up them and getting him good and hard… ugh… | 