Sleeping with Friends, part 3

I'm living with Kevin now. No, we're not sleeping together (my dad kinda awkwardly asked that last night when we talked on the phone... or at least, I think he did... he sorta rambled on for a half-hour and I wasn't paying attention, but he did mention his view that I didn't have to sleep with all of my close male friends).

The reason I'm living with Kevin is because I'm spending the summer here for classes and an internship.  Living on campus is expensive and irritating, and I was sick of it, but the house I leased for next year I don't get to move in to until August.  Kevin has two housemates, but one of them was returning to our hometown for the summer, so I get to move into his old room. There was one slight problem though.  The college that Kevin and his housemates goes to has their finals week this week. Meanwhile, the college that I go to had its summer session begin Monday.  So, for a few nights, I was stuck in a house where I didn't have a bed.

Thus, on Monday night, after an epicly bad day (I lost my wallet, front tire of my bike is flat, I was hungry), I went over to a friend's house.  Quinn just finished his Master's degree in Biochemistry and is applying for med school... sometime in the near future.  Point is, even though school's over, he's still hanging around in town for a few weeks. I headed over to his house where he consoled me over the loss of my wallet, reheated some Chinese takeout for me, and we watched Family Guy while I ate.

Afterwards, we cuddled in his bed and watched August Rush. By the way, that is an excellent movie to cuddle and/or have sex to. The plot is so predictable that you can ignore it for half an hour and still know exactly what's going, but both the cinematography and music are beautiful, so it's nice to have in the background. Plus, it's sappy and sentimental and romantic, which makes everyone feel cuddly.

All of this combined meant that for most of the movie, Quinn was curled up in my arms as my hands roamed about his body under his clothes, mostly playing with his chest and nips.  By the time the movie was over, he was so randy that it didn't take much to strip him of his shirt and boxers, where I found that his downward curved cock was hard and leaking.

I lay on my back while he rolled on top of me and straddled my hips. He's tiny, about 5'6 and probably only 125 lbs.  We kissed out and teased and ran our fingers along each others bodies until he pulled out some lube and sat on my fat cock... admittedly, with some difficulty, but eventually he got used to it.


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You know what? These stories about sex are fucking boring.  They're only really good if I'm willing to put the time and attention into writing all of the hot steamy details. And I'm not.  I'd rather spend that time actually fucking.

Maybe I should delete this blog...