Day Two
What to do today? I can't smoke dope and masturbate all day like I did yesterday. I mean, one days okay, but I can't set that up as my preoccupation for my time off. No sir!
It's a beautiful day, like it was yesterday. Time to get out and smell the air and see what's going on. I should go for a run.
I might go look for Tommy. I think it is about time he discovered what life is all about... so to speak. It must be time he got a bit going on. He, he.
I saw him yesterday in the smallest pair of blue shorts, going running, the boy's hot.
I love being in my thirties, you can make a pass at someone without the debilitating angst of your twenties. And even if he said no, which I'm sure he won't, I now have the tools and the knowledge to massage the no into a yes. You know, it would no longer be a devastation, but rather a challenge.
And, just in case you are wondering what Steve thinks about my dirty intensions, he thinks it would be good for Tommy. So, how’s that, a boyfriend who is even encouraging. Of course, Steve thinks if I can coax him into bed with the two of us, all the better. (As Nick would say, You always get what you fucken want!) But, it’s not a deal breaker. I love that boy.
And if it didn’t happen, it would matter either. You know, there’s a certain calmness involved in this now. Sure, it would be nice, but ultimately, whatever.
But, I would like to be swinging those little blue shorts around my right pointer finger, all the same.
And Steve’s right, it has to be good for Tommy, he’s the one who needs to be nurtured. So, you see, it is practically a public service. My good deed, so to speak.
It's a beautiful day, like it was yesterday. Time to get out and smell the air and see what's going on. I should go for a run.
I might go look for Tommy. I think it is about time he discovered what life is all about... so to speak. It must be time he got a bit going on. He, he.
I saw him yesterday in the smallest pair of blue shorts, going running, the boy's hot.
I love being in my thirties, you can make a pass at someone without the debilitating angst of your twenties. And even if he said no, which I'm sure he won't, I now have the tools and the knowledge to massage the no into a yes. You know, it would no longer be a devastation, but rather a challenge.
And, just in case you are wondering what Steve thinks about my dirty intensions, he thinks it would be good for Tommy. So, how’s that, a boyfriend who is even encouraging. Of course, Steve thinks if I can coax him into bed with the two of us, all the better. (As Nick would say, You always get what you fucken want!) But, it’s not a deal breaker. I love that boy.
And if it didn’t happen, it would matter either. You know, there’s a certain calmness involved in this now. Sure, it would be nice, but ultimately, whatever.
But, I would like to be swinging those little blue shorts around my right pointer finger, all the same.
And Steve’s right, it has to be good for Tommy, he’s the one who needs to be nurtured. So, you see, it is practically a public service. My good deed, so to speak.
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