The Tuileries Gardens were peaceful, and so was the walk. Rugby boy kept talking about his girlfriend, that she wanted him to switch his status to "in a relationship". Geeky boy asked "why not?" I said, "because he is in a relationship with us." Rugby boy said "sure, pk, but mostly with myself." We all laughed. All of the parisians were sitting in these heavy green chairs, and we grabbed three and found a quiet space behind a sculpture that looked like a fallen tree. "Pretty phallic" said rugby boy. I smiled. He's very blunt, but I like that. It's liberating. Geeky boy put his chair next to mine, and put his head on my shoulder. I kissed the top of his head. Rugby boy said "share the love, the twins!" He pulled his chair to my right, next to me, and I grabbed his hand. "We look like a throuple", he said. I laughed. Geeky boy grabbed my left hand. We sat like this, quietly, for a long while. "When was the last time you heard the wind in the trees?" asked geeky boy. "I can't remembrer", I said.
After a while, rugby boy left. He came back a few minutes later, laughing. I asked why. "Looks like you can't pee behind a tree around there." I laughed. So did geeky, who said "you need to pay for the restroom near the entrance." Rugby boy said "ugh, need another tree." He left. He texted me later and said "spend some time alone with him. He needs it. You do too." I smiled. I showed the text to geeky boy. He smiled. He kissed me on the left cheek, and wiped a tear. I put his hand near my heart, and said "I'm here." He kissed me, and said "thanks."
Today was weird yet oddly liberating. I came back from the school's library mid-afternoon, and no one was here but frat boy. I didn't notice at first, but I heard moaning from his room. I knocked. no one answered. I opened the door ever so slightly, and I saw him naked on his bed, next to his computer, wearing his headphones, and you could hear women's moaning. It was porn, it was unmistakable. I laughed. He heard me, unplugged his headphones, and said "caught watching, you perv!" And he laughed. I blushed. He said "come join me". I lied down next to him. It was a good movie, with Clara Morgane, "Les Cambrioleurs." He grabbed my pants, and pulled them down. I said nothing. He's pretty strong. I had my boxers on still. He pulled them down too. I wasn't hard, but it felt comfortable. I was to his right, and the computer was between us. He grabbed his junk with his left hand, and grabbed mine with his right. He started stroking. He was about to come, and he stopped jerking me so that he could use his right hand for himself. It was an explosion. I was afraid I'd catch some in my eyes. He groaned. Then he grabbed my junk with his right hand. His menergy was all over the place, still warm. He stroked me slowly, I liked his technique very much. It took me a while, but it worked very well. I released a lot of menergy too. I laughed, it was ridiculously abundant. His hand was drenched. He put it next to my face, and said "it's yours, wash it off." I said "what do you want me to do with it?" He said "lick it, dumb dumb." I laughed, and said "no way".He said "you don't get it." He licked his hand, one finger at a time, and his palm, his wirst, his forearm, and the back of his hand. I couldn't believe it. I started trembling uncontrollably. I was shaking. He laughed, and said "see. You get it now." He kissed me, and shelved his tongue deep. I was taken aback. Didn't know what to do. He laughed, and said "it's all about power at the end of the day." I smiled. He knew he had some weird power over me. I kissed him back, even though it tasted very strongly of our menergies combined. He was startled. I smiled, and "said, taking my power back. Stop fucking with my head, it's not funny." He smiled, and said "maybe you like me, then." He hugged me for a very long time, I hugged him back. After a while, he kissed my forehead and said "don't tell the others, but I like you too." I smiled, and said "I think they know." He said "sorry for fucking with your head, kiddo." I hugged him closer, and I said "your cum tastes horrible." He laughed uncontrollably, and said "yours too." I laughed, and said "mine tastes better." He grabbed my junk, and started playing with it for a bit, and put one finger next to my nose, and said "I love the smell of you, though, stupid." This was the most intimate connection I ever felt with him.
beautiful. thanks for sharing Seb.
never let the negative reviews get to you. they will always be there.
look to the light, look to the positive, the opposite of the negative. its pretty strong if you allow yourself to give power to the good and not the bad.
i write poetry and stopped when someone gave a very negative critique, it affected me deeply. I finally realized he was jealous that he could not write like I do and he is an artist.
I always empower the positive feelings and vibes, like being naked, being a man, being a sexual being.
Peace and love my friend.
beautiful. thanks for sharing Seb.never let the negative reviews get to you. they will always be there.look to the light, look to the positive, the opposite of the negative. its pretty strong if you allow yourself to give power to the good and not the bad.i write poetry and stopped when someone gave a very negative critique, it affected me deeply. I finally realized he was jealous that he could not write like I do and he is an artist.I always empower the positive feelings and vibes, like being naked, being a man, being a sexual being.Peace and love my friend.
Very well said and supportive. I appreciate the example youre setting for others to model, including myself.
Great to get filled in on the past and I still love your journal! I question if youve really become a throuple, and would say youve gone for a fourple. Welcome home.Thanks, and I miss our chats in Chicago. I kind of stopped labelling everything, and I am going with the flow. Makes it so much easier.
Seb, your naked experiences and more so your brotherhood, throuple or fourple is beautiful...a million thanks for your intimate sharing...give a kiss, a hug to rugby boy, geeky and frat boy for me ...sort of a group hug( a quintouple?)...if we have one more boy, we could have a sextouple? Stay sweet my dear.