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January 27, 2004
 total body workout
*** this post is rated NC-17. this is pure smut. if you are looking to read something with substance, this is not it. all you'll find is some explicit gratuitous talk depicting sex between two men. i have a number of readers under the age of 17, please stop reading. otherwise if you're a perv like me, then i hope you find this reading informative or enticing in some way. hee hee. ***
another warning: if you're reading this at work, today's posting might not be appropriate to check out, especially the links.
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friendship hats off. fuck-buddy hats on.
i didn't realize i was capable, but suddenly doing handstands seem so easy. there i was with blood rushing to my head, looking towards china and i was loving every second. i was getting fucked like a maniac.
adrenaline even makes me carry remingtonman like this. he's impressed at my display of strength. "yeah yeah. i've been working on my back and legs with the rowing machines", i tell him. prior to meeting up, he asked that we have a dresscode and so i wore a jock strap especially for him. (see pic on the right) [picture omitted] i sat on his face while he ate my ass. i was licking and sucking his toes. i was biting his nipples. my oh my, i was in heaven.
heaven was interrrupted when silence crept in. that was when cd1 was switching to cd2. i wasn't sure what cds were in the stereo. just then, this song came on. i've never fooled around with coldplay playing in the background. but my god, that was quite inspiring. especially with the constant banging on the piano.
we've pretty much done countless positions: sitting, standing, suspended, sliding, and especially upside down. (these pictures are not the most accurate.)
we even had time for some naughty picture-taking with the digital camera that santa gave me for christmas. and no, don't ask me if i can send you copies because they're only for me.
remingtonman and i were panting like wild dogs. the ceiling fan was already set at the highest setting, and my window was wide open for the freezing cold breeze to come in. still, it was getting too hot in the bedroom. i'm inclined to continue our play time in the living room, but it was hell getting the cum stains off the couch the last time. so, we stayed in my bedroom continuing to sweat profusely.
eventually, i tell him to lie down beside me and then gave remingtonman the cue on three to unload all over my chest: one... two... and we exploded all over together, drenched in each other's sweat. we looked at each other giggling. it was almost as if we came out of a bikram yoga class. one can almost say that my entire body was cleansed - detoxified of impurities.
i tell him: "thanks for the cardio."
"and thank you for the total body workout all in one." remingtonman kisses me.
fuck-buddy hats off. friendship hats on.
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rewind earlier that day: i left work early and met up with remingtonman on wednesday. we whisked over to my place for a late afternoon/early evening roll. it can be very difficult balancing friendship and sexual attraction with a fuck buddy-turned-good friend.
sometimes, i get weird.
while my meeting with remingtonman was on a whim, i had reservations. insecurities started flying into my mind. i feel as if remingtonman only wanted sex from me. months ago, i've brought this up to his attention, and he became quite offended. my accusations hurt him. that's when i realized that it wasn't just S-E-X. we were indeed becoming friends. 
but again, doubts filled my head on whether there really is genuine friendship or whether it's a shallow friendship in disguise. having this embedded in my mind, i couldn't see myself having fun with him that afternoon. perhaps i should call it off.
hmmm... something is wrong here. i'm wanting more loyalty out of remingtonman. but, he already has a boyfriend. i'm beginning to step out of the agreed yet unspoken boundaries that i have with him. i had to re-allign my priorities and analyze why i want more loyalty from him.
i have identified that one of my greatest character flaws is that i have a tendency to over-analyze things sometimes. it drove my ex crazy, it also drove make-up muscle away. this time, though, this analytical trait was my saving grace. i realized i was going through the motions of the single life. i needed to calm down and enjoy remingtonman's company for what it really is. a friend who happens to be a good fuck. nothing more. nothing less.
keeping this in mind, i started to relax. sometimes, a guy can lose track of enjoying his bachelorhood. i looked at my priorities, and yes, i need a good workout. my playtime with remingtonman is still on.
i was going to have a lot of FUN.
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