Moans...

Right, I'm having a moan now. Alex, one of the guys I live with, has his new girlfriend over. And what do young lovers do in the middle of the night? Scream until everyone in the knows they are fucking! God damn, I have never such screamers in my life before! They really do take the piss in terms of sex noises. It's like every five, maybe ten seconds, all i hear is the rhythmic banging of his bed, her moans of pleasure, that wet slap of skin to skin, all of it combining into one major headache. I know I'm not one to complain, I can let out a moan of pleasure as loud as anyone, but they win the prize for it! I may just have to have a word or two him (though saying that, if i did walk in that room, with the handy master key I own, I'll get a good kicking!), but I think I'll leave that to the morning.

OK. Moan over, now for some ramblings. I am put up something which I wrote a while ago, tyet never had the chance to post it up, until now. So, without further ado, here it comes.

I love cock. Bold, I know, but, for all it's worth, I love it more than pussy. Don't get me wrong, I love pussy as much as the next man, but I just love cock. In my arse, in my mouth, it feels so GOOD. My lover, Harry, fucked me so hard the other night, I was in really bad pain, but I took so much pleasure out of it, I couldn't give a damn. His dick, long, thick, and slightly curved, felt like it was going to rip me apart, and that's what I love about sleeping with men. I can 'relate' to the pleasure they get from me giving them my cock. I know it, felt, derived pleasure from it, so it gives me a higher level of pleasure on top of what I get. Sounds a bit greedy, but think about it. Sex with women is a completely different pleasure to sex sex with men. You sleep with a woman, and you take that pleasure like it's worth more than gold, but take a man in your bed, and it gets, FEELS, more personal. I can't really explain it, guess I am a bit young still ;).

Now, I am quite experienced in the pleasures of men, but my lover Harry, I am his first. Bless him, he tries so hard. Like I said before, I didn't know he was bi when I met him. Then, around Christmas last year, he come out to me, wanting to explore this side of sex. We've been meeting up regulary since, and I hate to say it, but I've grown fond of him. I like sharing my bed with him, he has a way about him, the way he holds himself. Full of it, but is oh-so-vulnerable. I love it when he lets me lead, then gets caught up in the the euphoria of it all and takes control. It gives me so much pleasure knowing I gave him this chance to do it. Ooh, I need to change the subject, I'm getting excited just thinking about him.

So, now I need to find some sleep (or a way to help ;)) and I shall post soon.

Until then.

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