Oh James

I think James and I want different things. I want to put my raw cock in his arse in the mornings and spray cum inside him, and he wants that too, judging by the way he turns into the hungriest bottom I have ever known when I fuck him. You should see him up on his knees, arse hole wide open begging for my big cock to go into him harder and deeper and when I am inside him, he pushes back against my cock, all the time pulling himself so aggressively and so completely that he can spray bucketfuls of jizz over the bed, as I spray bucketfuls of cum into his heaving bowel.

But, just recently, he told me that he wants to give his mum grandchildren and that he needs to start focusing his attention in that direction. He wants to find a girl and start being straight again. I asked him if he was going to tell this girl, when he finds her, about his most recent history? He kind of looked at his feet and said that he would.

"Yeah, sure... why not?"

I didn't really believe him. I didn't believe him.

I know he had a girlfriend when I met him, but... but... oh you know, good luck to him, I thought. As long as he doesn't screw some poor girl around, you know, destroying some poor girl's life doesn't have to happen now a days. Be honest James and everything will, probably, work out. You never know.

So, I haven't been seeing much of him. Let them go, it is my motto. It is the best thing, give them freedom so they can choose. Choose away James.

So I've been smoking pot and taking long walks with Bruno, taking photos of Melbourne.

I haven't been working, I guess I should. Huh. Maybe? Sigh.