Undressed

I'm in the office at the moment. I haven't had much sleep for the past few days and I'm not really sure why. Because I'm so sleep-deprived, I've had a few embarrassing moments in class. There was this one time where I swear I was discussing something, and for a split second I fell sleep while I was standing. I woke up because I heard myself saying that there was a fish on our corporate website, and I actually had a trainee who looked for the fish. Oh well.

I met Mark yesterday afternoon. He asked me to print out some pictures for his scrap book, and I had already printed them so I was going to give them to him. Although I had planned to give him the pictures just before I went to work in the evening, I ended up going to his office late in the afternoon because I idiotically left my keys at home and couldn't get into my house. Rather than loiter around in the fucking heat outside our gate, I decided to meet Mark. When I finally saw him, I realized that although it had been almost a month since I first met him, yesterday was the first time I ever saw Mark wear more than just underwear. You see, whenever I'd go over to his place to have sex, he'd always be ready to go. Strange.

The first time I had sex with Mark was around 3 weeks ago, the same day I met and had sex with RJ. Sex with RJ wasn't all that great, because he wasn't that good, and I swear to God his cum was so fucking bitter and sour that I almost vomitted. None of my other men ever had cum that tasted that bad. And RJ was being a total retarded asshole about it too cuz he wouldn't let me wash my mouth, saying I deserved the taste because I let him cum in my mouth. So anyway, since sex with RJ wasn't all that great, and since I wanted to forget his bitter and sour-tasting cum as soon as I possibly could, as soon as I arrived home I went online and looked for another sex-eb. I felt a bit guilty because for some reason RJ was also online at that time, so he saw me looking for someone else to fuck. But anyway, I didn't care, cuz I still thought he was an asshole.

That's when I found Mark, who said he had a place in Magallanes. He didn't send me his pic, and although I don't usually meet people if they don't give their pic first, I was so desperate to forget about RJ that I met Mark anyway. When I first saw Mark he didn't exactly seem like my type. He was around my height, really thin, and dark. I like my men to be a bit taller and chunkier. When he took me to his room he brought me to what looked like the maid quarters, so I thought shit I'm having sex with the help, although he really wasn't just the help. As I was sitting on his bed I seriously thought about telling him hey, sorry you're not really my type, but thanks anyway. But then he dropped his pants and my God, for someone with his body frame, he had a really huge cock. It felt weird to have this big cock inside you while you had your arms around a small body, but I didn't mind it much. Plus he seemed to fit inside me perfectly, so we got along fine.

We've had sex a few times since. What I like about Mark is that he's always been very nice to me. On the first day we met he put my clothes on a hanger before we fucked, and that was a sweet gesture considering that none of my other men have done that for me. He also showed me the scrap books he made of his travels (he's been all over the place -- literally and metaphorically). One time I even helped him finish one of the pages for his newest scrapbook. That I liked because I rarely get to see the non-sexual side of the men I meet. On the other hand, what I don't like is how after a month of knowing him he still doesn't want me to know what his real name is. I'm also not entirely enthusiastic about how obsessed over threesomes he is.

I've had other men ask me to do weird things -- like piss on them, shave my pubic hair, etc. -- but I didn't give in to any of their fetishes. I probably never will give in to festishes like those either, unless the fetish was something I had also been fantasizing over. Which is why I agreed to be in a threesome with Mark. I've always been fascinated by the idea of having two men going at me at the same time -- one in my mouth, the other up my behind -- but I never really had a realistic chance to be in a threesome until I met Mark. At first I thought the reason why he wanted to be in a threesome was because he wanted two guys working on him at the same time, but apparently what he really wanted was to watch other people have sex. In short, he's a voyeur. I wasn't too comfortable with the idea of being in a threesome at first, but I guess knowing that I would more or less be safe with Mark, and that we would do it at his place, kinda eased me into the idea.

Mark finally found someone who was willing to be in a threesome with us last week. I wasn't completely in the mood to do it because Mark woke me up at like 2 in the morning right in the middle of my sleep, but I decided what the hell. I might as well do it now to get the whole threesome-virginity thing over and done with. Plus Mark said that the guy was cute, so I wanted to see if the guy really was cute. When I got Mark's place, the guy wasn't cute at all. Not only that, but he was a complete big-headed faggot -- and I'm not talking big-headed down there. Half of the time he was pretending not to be in the mood and he kept going on and on about how he probably wouldn't get an erection. That totally turned and pissed me off. But Mark had waited for so long to see someone else fuck me that he was adamant that me and this guy have sex.

Although I didn't like JM (the asshole Mark and I had a threesome with), I decided what the hell I'll have sex with him anyway. I knew that was what Mark really wanted, and Mark had always been nice to me, so whatever. So Mark switched off the lights, JM (being the hypocrite that he was) pretended to protest for a bit, and shut up once I had my mouth on him. The rest isn't exciting enough to write about, but one point I did have my threesome fantasy fulfilled -- Mark was up my mouth, while JM was up my ass. We even did the whole porno fuck-train thing where JM was fucking my ass while Mark was fucking his. But that was about it. We all got bored of each other and ended up jacking off separately.

You'd think he'd shut up after our feeble attempt at a threesome, but JM just couldn't stop. He went on and on about how his family owned a commercial building in Ortigas, and how we wouldn't be able to contact him for 3 weeks because he'd be in Europe. As if we'd want to call him again. I thought Mark liked him, but apparently he thought JM was an asshole too.

Oh well. The threesome fantasy didn't quite work out. But that's OK. I hope it'll work out better next time. If I could just get Gio and Mark in the same room together...