Dude 492. ( or was it a repeat of dude 390? )

I was about to embark on a 3 week vacation and decided to check out Grindr.  There was a 22 year old kid nearby with a profile name of "horny af" so what the hell?

I messaged him and to my surprise, he hit me back.  I offered to come drill him. He said he was at work, and I asked if the boss would mind.  I'm so funny.  Then he surprised me by saying he was down to sneak away.

I found out he was a leasing agent at a nearby 4 story downtown apartment complex.  I would have to come in and pretend to be interested in a unit, leave my ID then he would show me the apartement and suck me of.

Sounds fun.

I found my way to the leasing office, and pretended to be interested in renting.  The kid showed me around, excercise room, pool, common area.  He said he had to make it look legit.  We made small talk in the elevator, and headed to the only unit available, on the 4th floor.  Not a stick of furniture to be seen.  Once inside, we went to the bedroom, and the kid dropped to his knees, and pulled down my pants and boxers, and proceeded to blow me.

It was nice, and the scenerio made it exciting, so it wasn't long before I felt like I could blow, if I wanted, so I pulled my cock from his mouth and pulled him up to a standing position,  I went down on my knees, and his hardening cock was evident though his tight skinny jeans, which I quickly pulled down.  His dick popped out.  A nice suckable dick, about the same size as mine.

I sucked for a bit, until my dick started to go soft, and decided it was my turn again.  We switched positions, and he continued to suck me, while jacking his dick.

"Tell me when you're close" he said.

It didn't take long.  I felt the orgasm coming, and informed the cocksucking twink.  He fisted his dick and I watched him spurt, just as I was cresting and blasting into his mouth.  He sucked me and fisted his own dick expertly as he milked the orgasms from both of us simultaneously.

When it was over, he hobbled into the bathroom where I heard him spit my cum into the sink.  I'm assuming he also washed the gobs of cum from his own hands.

We both pulled up our pants and stuffed our deflating dicks back into our pants.   We made more small talk on the way back to the office, where I then told him I would think about it, but I had a few more places to look at.......as the twink instructed me to say.

I grabbed my ID, and headed back to the car.  Once home, I zipped up the suitcase and readied myself for the trip.

I thought the twink was familiar, and reminded me of a kid I got with a couple years ago.  I tried to compare the photos, and I'm pretty sure it's this guy.

Bless me Father, for I have sinned......

It's been 5 or 6 weeks since my last confession.

I used to write entries in this blog to share my story.  To find camaraderie, and validation.  Truth be told, also to brag a little.

I'm still amazed how in my late 40's, I discovered all of this.

How I went from content single guy, to kid-in-a-candy story hookup king, bolstering my self confidence, until I ended up somehow in a relationship.  Relationship.  Weird.

Yes, the relationship is still there.  Amigo is at home, waiting for me, as I finish up my third week of vacation in Europe.  Unfortunately, Amigo has obligations at home, and could not come.  On a side not, he confessed that he has a phobia about long flights, and said he may never be able to come to Europe with me.....unless we go by boat.  Is that even a thing anymore?

But back to the sinning:  I have sinned.  Three times since my last blog entry.  I always knew I would write about it, but I'm struggling with when.  I'm putting off something I committed to do, yet I don't want to do.   The main reason is that the Amigo reads this blog. At least I think he does.  I know he used to.  I know he has read it in the past.  I'm still not sure he still has the link.

I wish we could talk about it.

Truth be told, we're not great communicators.  At least when it comes to unpleasant things.  I'd like to talk about it, but I'm not very experienced at bringing up difficult and uncomfortable topics.  He doesn't want to either.  I think he'd prefer to NOT know about many uncomfortable things, using the "head in the sand" approach.

And then there is still a bit of a language barrier.  Terms like "head in the sand" wouldn't make sense in Spanish.  In fact, once he asked me what the term "settle down" meant.  As I recall, it was in the context of my blog, and I think I must have mentioned in a previous blog entry that he read, that soon I may have to "settle down."

So, this particular blog entry isn't going to be the retelling of my three latest hookups, outside of my relationship.  It's a precursor, while I try to work up the courage to do it, and it's not going to be easy.  I need to reconcile some internal feelings first.

I'm not Catholic, and the only things I know about confession is what I see in the movies.  I know at the end, there is some penance.

What shall my penance be now?