I'm not sure what's up with me. I'm at a friend's house at the moment, high out of my mind, and all I can think about is tomorrow afternoon when I get to fuck one of my Italian fuck buddies senseless. It's not like I've been without sex for a while. I just have had a horrible week, and all I can think of right now is my Italian lover's dick.
Yesterday i have a strange experience. I have an old friend I haven't seen in forever. Before he was carted off to rehab we made a habit of having regular sex whenever time permitted.I suppose you could say that he was my first bed buddy, we've been hooking up since we were kids. While walking to get a pack of cigarettes (nasty habit, I know) I saw a blond, bobbing head, and an unmistakably awkward walk. I knew it was him. Without thinking I say ran up behind him, covering his eyes, and jumping on his back. "WHAT THE FU- [DIRTY]?!" he shouted, and tackled me (painfully) to the ground. Because we are more than just fuck buddies we fool around and rough house all of the time. He's my friend. Our families are close, and while my mother went through he Episcopalian phase, we went to church with them. We have had adventures together, from getting high and lost in the city with no money, to having to walk 4miles in winter home because we were too high to care. He's always been my partner in crime, one who kisses very VERY well.
Once on the ground, and pinned me down and kissed, and I remembered why I missed him. Because he was goofy, and sweet, and just a sweet guy. The kiss wasn't the bruisingly rough kisses I'll get from my Italian tomorrow. It was tentative, as though not sure if he still had permission to kiss me after not seeing each other for so long. Sensing this, I put my hand through his blond, curly hair, and bit his bottom lip. We forgot we were on the ground, in front of people, and just started cracking up, still a tangle of limbs.
I asked him what he was up to and he said just "seeing the old neighborhood". I mentioned that I had done some painting and we could get pizza, and chill at my house once he was down "seeing the old neighborhood", because obviously who doesn't want to stare at freshly painted white walls?
So with that, we got a dutch, my cigarettes, and some pizza and headed home. Like the true and good friend that I am, one day out of rehab, and I had him higher than a motherfucker. We smoked, and talked. Talked more that I thought we would. I really missed him. He was annoying, and a little bit weird, but he's one of the few friends, real friends, that I have.
While sitting on the couch, now totally stoned, I began to complain to him about my ex's and my love life in general. He shoot gunned his drag to me as he kissed me. Hooking up while high is always good too me, so the fact that I really and truly and care about him sent my head spinning. We kissed, discarding clothing as we did so, and he wasted no time reaching into my drawer, where he knows I keep condoms, slipping it on, and then slipping into me. It was amazing. I missed him so much. We went for about 3 rounds, then fell asleep, curled up around on another, the way only lovers who are familiar with on another can.
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