Friday, January 18, 2013

At least I was getting some action.



Over the last couple of months I've been involved in an odd little relationship, which was unfortunately cut short just as it was getting interesting.

He was from Indonesia, here on a one year educational visa, and although I'm not particularly keen on Asians he had a lot going for him. We have a similar taste in music, he's very funny and cute, he was easy to get along with, and right from the start he was very into me. The sex was good and it got considerably better on each occasion.

Oh, and did I mention that he's a 24 year old bodybuilder? No? Well, that was kind of nice too. He had biceps like large mangos carved out of granite.

So he was a nice, cute, funny, 24 year old gym junkie who was besotted with me, even to the extent of thinking that my fat belly is "cute". There was just one problem: he was ever so slightly insane.

It was hard to spot when we were out together in public - he reined in the crazy and the odd little things that slippd out can be attributed to imperfect English skills. But in private, when he relaxed, then it started to get weird. There was the constantly changing life story. His habit of declaring that he was getting psychic emanations off my furniture, telling me he saw other people using them in previous decades. The way he growled like a demon-possessed wolf when he came during sex. And the strange glint in his eye when he was demonstrating his knife fighting skills with my long, sharp kitchen knives, which made me, for the first time ever, worried that I'd let someone dangerous into my house.

After our first sexual encounter, I made a vow never to let him in my house again. But I kept seeing him, because he seemed lonely and deeply anxious that he had to leave the country within a month and return to a home where he had no job, and where expressing his sexuality was dangerous.

However, gradually, as I got to know him better my impression changed. He's definitely odd, but the behaviour that I originally read as deranged seemed to be more a combination of a solitary upbringing and existential dread about leaving the rich, enlightened first world for a lesser country. And as he grew more comfortable with me, he became a little less clingy and a little more relatable.

Then there's the fact that he couldn't keep his hands off me, and constantly told me how handsome I was. And I don't think it was just a line. During our last sexual encounter, I was sprawled on my couch with him kneeling on the floor between my knees, giving me a very adroit blowjob. On the occasions when I glanced down, I'd find him gazing up at me, wanting to watch me enjoying him.

Call me shallow, but the sex was washing away my reservations about him too. I have never had a man who felt so beautiful under my fingers, that intoxicating combination of soft skin over bulging muscles. Although we're both versatile we quickly settled into the roles of me as Top and him as Bottom. He found it easy to come with me inside him, and then he used to considerable talents to make sure that I came too. If I ever thought that perhaps we could take it slow on a date and just kiss for a while, he had a way of ensuring that an hour later I'd be balls-deep in his perfect bubble ass, ploughing him to our mutual gasping, moaning, cum-spattered orgasms.

It was on our last two dates that I found myself starting to fall for him. We went for an evening walk and sat on a park bench overlooking the city, and he nestled into the crook of my arm as we looked at the view and kissed. I realised that I was the Daddy in this relationship... and hey, I was okay with that. I also realised that I could develop more than just the average feelings for this guy.

But it was less than a week after that realisation that his visa ran out and he had to leave the country. He gave me some gifts that were a little out of left field but which he'd clearly put a lot of thought into, and we exchanged email addresses so we could stay in touch. And then he left.

Now I'm back on the sites and the apps, looking for someone new. But when I'm lying in bed at night, it's him who comes into my mind.

Tuesday, January 1, 2013

Life isn't fair.





Holy crap I just want to climb on top of him and bounce up and down.