I'm a bad boyfriend. Dude 456.

I'm a bad boyfriend.

I know the Amigo wants to have a monogamous relationship, and so do I.  Rather, my rational self wants that.  My penis however has other ideas.

I have a few "rules" for myself, that I keep breaking.

I only get with a few of my "regulars." I've broken this rule a few times.

I don't have anal with anyone else.  So far so good on this.  I'm totally satisfied with the Amigo.

It's okay to suck another dick because it does nothing for the Amigo.  This is the one that gets me in to trouble.

No matter how hard I try, by posting something on CL, or changing my Grindr Profile, I just cannot find someone to let me blow them.

They all end up sucking me off!



First, an update on the three way that didn't happen.

Mr. Businessman made it to town, and our schedules somehow aligned, and Mr. Businessman said he was returning to his hotel.  Amigo and I were showered, ready and a ready to leave the house to go to his hotel, when Mr. Business man said his client had a software glitch, and he had to go and fix it.  It could be a 5 min fix, or could be all night.

We waited about a half hour then got a message from Mr. Businessman.  It was going to take a while.

Honestly, the Amigo was quite nervous about the whole thing, so I think he was relieved.

Since we were clean and ready to go, I just gave him the "D" in our bed like usual.  Amigo got off, but I didn't.  I think I was a little disappointment, and wasn't really into it, but I had taken a little generic Viagra, so my dick was up for the challenge, and at least it didn't go to waste.

So, by Friday, I was a little frisky again.  I really wanted to blow someone.

On my way homo from the gym, some dude hit me back.

We traded dick pics and sure enough, he wanted to blow me.

He sent me his hotel room number at Salt Lake's fanciest hotel, which was only a couple block away from the gym, and I parked out front, made my way thought the lobby filled with folk going to their hotel convention or what ever.  My gym shorts have no pockets, so I had my phone with Grindr going and car keys in hand.  I made my way to the 16th floor, and got my BJ.  Bang.  Five minutes later, I did the walk of shame to my car.

And, so goes my life.