"Hi."

Hi Brad,

How are you? :)

I saw you last night, in my sleep. You were only a few feet away but you didn't see me. I stood there, wanting to call but there were people around you. I was a bit scared.

I am doing great. It's good in a way to be back to the work routine and work is actually not too routine. You are on my mind every day. I don't think about it - but there is always something that makes me think of you.

Take care

Yours

Ethan xxx

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He never replied. He wants me to just forget about him.

I have come to terms with the fact that our week together was just...a moment when two parallel lives intersected. My feelings were real but I was not in a position to ask for anything more. I only sent the email to provoke a response. He couldn't even reply to tell me what's been going on in his life - like I were a healing wound that he knew not to touch. He is a softie. I will leave him alone.

Or did it happen the other way round?

I am not ageist but...

This guy is about a year younger. He spoke to me on Grindr first but he only goes online once or twice during the week. Then we start chatting on Whatsapp. His profile picture on there is even cuter - makes me want to park my cock in his ass. But our conversations never touch on that - all I know is he wants to go down on me.

He works in the office block next to mine. We have checked each other out at the gym down the road. He is about my height, with a bit more weight on (which is cute and makes him more approachable). A week later when I see him at the gym again, I say hi on the way out. He is on the legs machine. Later on, he texts me to say he had a boner when I talked to him.

A few days later, we finally meet up after work, at mine. He is the typical boy next door - a PS3 gamer, smokes a bit after a few drinks, ear piercing, a bit young and reckless. We start feeling each other up. We kiss and undo each other's work trousers. He has a nice hard cock about the same size. Then Cock play, stripping, sucking. You know the dance. I quite enjoy the kissing just because he's nice to look at. 

He is keen on sucking and stroking, sometimes both at the same time. I thought I was good with my mouth but I don't seem to be giving him the same level of pleasure. "Tickle my balls," he says. I follow the instructions with the other hand that is not on his cock, and he approves, laying on his back. He gets me closer to the tipping point and I go faster on his - I want to make him cum first. He must be close too. He takes over from me but I keep the tips of my fingers on his balls. He warns that he is going to make a mess. He blows and it all landed safely on his stomach. White, average load. I wipe a bit off to put on my cock as lube and I am pumping away again. My ab muscles tense and I shoot. I get his neck and there are a few more wet trails on his body. "I think you win, mate" he almost chuckles. Yeah well, I probably had a better angle.

I throw him a towel. We get dressed and get out of the flat together. I feel a little light headed but I still have to go back to the office to sit in a presentation.

He seems fun to play with but that's it, unfortunately. I have already looked past the fact that he smokes (though only socially). But I still can't connect with him like I connected with Brad. The age gap is much wider than the difference in time between when we came into the world.

I am still a growing boy

According to the weight tracking app I have gained around 10 lbs over the last six months. Is that a lot or not? I don't see any change physically although a few guys from the swimming club have commented. But now I believe because my shirts are becoming too tight and I need to get some new ones.

I have never gained weight like this for years. It's like a second growth spurt. My cat has bulked up a bit too. But he's young and he runs like mental all the time so he'll work it off. 

Busted!

Who would you go for, Dan or Tom?

I am NOT turning into a gay whore

I go to the high street area in town after work and need to go for a slash (honest). I end up in a cubicle with a silver fox. I reckon he is the BMW saloon type. His cock is smaller and softer than mine but thicker. I stroke, suck and stroke some more and he comes, hard. He takes a moment to catch his breath, to clean up the cum all over the toilet seat. Then I squirt all over it again.

I finally decide to get myself some poppers (the five as shown). It's only for my private pleasure - I almost never invite guys around and if I do I would never reveal my popper-sniffing side.

Overseas perving

Can I just draw your attention to these sizzling hot men please:

They are the Adelaide Football Club, not playing a lot of football. But definitely giving me a stiffy. (Photo linked to the entire gallery for your perving pleasure. You're welcome.)

Hey, you!

Happy New Year.