I have fallen in love with a bisexual boy

Grant came over and slept over at my place Saturday night. I had such an amazing time! I connect with him on a completely different level than I do with Steak (who has made very little effort to contact me since I left Miami.)

I was nervous before he arrived. I was afraid that we would have nothing to talk about. I paced back and fourth in my kitchen, rolled my mouth around a comfortless banana and tried to divert my focus away from the tight balls in my stomach. I worried about the appearance of my ass – which I had shaved two days before. A conflagaration of razor burns had spread across my ass cheeks. It looked as though I had sat on a wasps nest.

Grant was every bit as attractive as I remembered him, if not more so. He has an amazingly sculpted face and body yet he carries himself with such reservation. He is someone who is gorgeous but doesn’t realize it.

We had the guest house to ourselves. I made us both a drink and we sat together on a big ugly couch to watch “Gone in 60 Seconds.” At first we sat on seperate sides. Then I pulled my Cyrus (trademarked) move and lay across the couch so my head was in his lap.

Then I pulled another Cyrus move (patent pending) and told him to face away from me so I could massage him. I rubbed the bisexual knots out of his back and swirled my hands over his sexually confused shoulder blades.

Then I worked my hands down the leg of his shorts. He did the same to me. Then he took the initiative and pulled my dick out of my pants. The lighting was perfect – my dick looked hard and ready to rock. “That looks really tasty” he said, “but I don’t wanna get distracted from the movie.”

We watched the movie unattentively as we jacked eachother off.  Then we exchanged blow jobs. “Lets pause the movie for now” I finally said as I stripped naked and walked into the bedroom.

We tried fucking face to face – but the dreaded ‘knife up my ass’ sensation commenced at penetration, so I turned around and let him fuck me doggy style. “You’re so tight” he beamed, to which I responded with a simple “Oh yeah, fuck me. yeah…..yeah.” He wrapped his arms around my sweaty stomach and leaned over so our torsos were in full contact. Soon I felt the heat of an impending orgasm deep in my gut. “Oh I’m gonna cum….oh fuck me harder…oh oh uhnnnnnnnn oh fuck!” His dick momentarily brought my ass to heaven and I squirted jizz out all over the uncovered mattress.

He wasn’t able to cum this time, even after I gave him a long blow job. I told him I’d be ready to fuck again in no time. Then we finished the movie and went outside so I could smoke a cigarette. I drew my orange cigarette tip through the sky and pointed out the constellations ( most of which I made up – like the “Octopus” constellation). Afterwards we went inside, started a new movie and recommenced with the foreplay until we were back in the bedroom. “This time I wanna fuck face to face” I declared.

We did. He fucked me and bit on my lower lip as I became lost in an ocean of “oh yeahs.” Finally I got to watch him grit his teeth, quench his eyes and cum inside me (yes with a condom). After he came he continued fucking me so that I could cum. Such a gentleman! It took me awhile but finally I dribbled out all of the seed I had left in me.

We held eachother and rolled around in our own cum before getting up and showering off.

I gave him my bed that night and I slept on the floor in my room. I wish I had slept with him – but I have a hard time falling asleep with other people.

The next morning we awoke and had a quick breakfast. I assumed he was going to leave immediately; since he had a two hour drive ahead of fim, but instead he suggested we go play tennis. Yes, the suggestion was that random – for we had never discussed tennis before, nor did he know that my parents were members of all the hotel tennis clubs. I was so flattered by his suggestion. It meant that he didn’t want to leave me. I wanted to diffuse into the air and seep into his skin so I could touch him on a molecular level.

We played an amazing game of tennis. In the end we tied. There was one particular ball (that was branded ‘XXX’) that we kept blaming for all of our bad shots. As we were leaving I grabbed the XXX ball and was about to put it in my bag. He stopped me and said “Can I have that ball. I’ve become attached to it.”

God I love this kid. Too bad I’m leaving Tuesday and won’t see him again unless we plan a rendez-vous this Christmas, which I just might do.