Chico and the Man

Things are pretty steady for me and Amigo at the moment.   We are back in the routine of him going to school during the week, then taking the train here on Friday night, and spending the weekend, until I drop him off, back at the train station early Monday morning.

Of course, this week it will be Tuesday morning because of the MLK day holiday.

It's grown surprisingly comfortable.

I never really thought of myself as a particularly cuddly individual.  It's not like I'm made of stone or anything, but all the touch feely stuff was never high on my priority list.

It's really high on Amigo's priority list.  He could survive on kisses, hugs and caresses alone.  He wouldn't need food or drink.

That being said, I've become pretty darn comfortable with the cuddling.  I love, love, love watching a TV/Netflix movie with Amigo, while cuddling up on the couch.  Amigo likes it too, but it's a powerful anesthetic, and he falls asleep in my arms every time.  With out fail.  He simply cannot stay awake if I'm on that couch with him.

We also like naps.  Sometimes we spoon, and sometimes he curls up into my chest, even though he's the slightly bigger guy physically.

Saturday, he was upstairs doing his homework, and I had 30 minutes of free time, so I lay down on the couch for a snooze.  When Amigo found out, he was pissed that I took my siesta without telling him.  As if I had deprived him of a meal.

Amigo also like to get drilled.  Nailed.  Laid.  He likes it a lot.  We're both getting better at it, although my inability to orgasm while topping is still quite baffling.  The wonderful feeling of fucking him in his ass should bring me to an immediate climax!  Honestly, I don't think I could make it feel any more stimulating and good, but somehow I fail to climax, more often than not.

One thing that worked the other day; after we screwed for about 10 minutes, I started going soft.  I pulled out, and we cuddled for a minute and it was decided I would go and wash my dick in the bathroom and return for a nice BJ.

My body responded favorably to the oral, and soon I was near the plateau.  Instead of blowing my wad in his mouth, I pulled out and mounted Amigo, and rode off into the sunset, guns a blazing!  That time it worked out well and everyone was happy.  I think we're going to try that method some more.

Have I mentioned that Amigo always want's to film us, with his iPhone?   He's taken a couple videos so far.  I know it's a little risky, but both of our faces are clearly visible, so I doubt he'll want to show it around.

It sure has given me a new perspective on myself.  Of course I've used my own iPhone to film my clandestine encounters with hook ups in the past, but I take what I can get, the camera in never in the optimum place, and the lighting is poor.

Not this time.  I get to see myself in fully lighted, high-definition glory.  And, I must say, I am surprised at what I see.  I had a different self image for sure.   It's hard to explain.  I look much thicker and solid that I thought.  Instead of a wiry monkey climbing around in the bed, I'm a fairly masculine looking almost beefy guy, dominating my partner.  Me?  Beefy?  It's something I hadn't ever expected of myself.

I'm not that happy with my small gut, nor my poor posture, but at age 52, I'm not complaining.  At the risk of sounding conceited, I also have to compliment my ass!

Yesterday morning, we set up both his phone, and mine, and hit record at the same time.  Unfortunately, neither of us gave Oscar performances, but it was fun to try and cut these two angles together.  Amigo's phone captured the "wide shot" from profile, while my phone got the "close up" from the foot of the bed, mostly featuring my ass, drilling poor Amigo.

And don't ask to see this one.  It's going to remain private.

An update on our situation;  well it's still pretty uncertain.  It seems Amigo's financial situation at his school, may ultimately be insurmountable.  I know this is not my problem and was not caused by any decisions that I made, but I still feel bad for the guy.

I think Amigo has realized that I will not be his sugar daddy, nor will I be his knight in shining armor that comes to his rescue.  Still, I think he would rather face these challenges with me, than look for another knight to save him.  He's also mentioned that turning back to the Mormon church isn't really an option he's willing to consider.

Amigo satisfies me sexually while he's around.  He more that satisfies me romantically, and I have no interest in seeking romantic dates with anyone else.  I still have a tendency to turn on grinder and consider hooking up with others during the week, but I'm trying to be good.  I haven't made any commitment to him to be faithful, although I know he'd be crushed to find out that hooked up with anyone else.  Also, I really, really don't want to bring anything nasty home, and infect Amigo.

So, it's one week at a time for us.

I'll try to keep you posted.  It's good therapy for me.