so, my wrestling buddy invited me to a threesome – a top friend of his – so i was like – whoo-hoo! i might finally get some dick!
he wanted me to bring my singlet and a swimsuit for him – i asked if his friend needed one, but he didn’t reply. so i was like – is this going to be a hot thing, or a lame thing?
i got there and his friend was 1) white and b) pretty tame. ugh. he was surprised at us getting dressed up in wrestling gear. and since he had nothing, we didn’t even play at wrestling, we just went into sex. and then the weirdness in my head exploded …
i got a little jealous watching them kiss. me – the original playah (okay,w e know that’s not true. but i play a playah on tv …) i took over and fucked him hard – until he came … and then i had the guy fuck me, and he was lame, lame lame. i came, but then he fucked my buddy and he came again, so i got all jealous again.
dressing and after talk was a little weird, too. i never wanted to see this guy again, and my buddy told me they’d met at a party a year ago, been introduced by friends, but were just fuckbuds? why? my buddy loves white guys and big dicks (tho it was only the size of mine, it just had a bigger knob) and i know he’s looking for a bf …
i left a little sad and weirded out. i don’t want him that way … but i feel a little possessive or something. i don’t know what’s really going on with me. and then the sext messages from mr. chicago started … i hate this fucked up world …
carb watch:
doing good so far.
quote of the day:
And they’re only gonna change this place
By killing everybody in the human race
And they would kill me for a cigarette
But I dont even want to die just yet
Invisible Sun – the Police
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