Friend’s rooster!

Well, today was rather interesting. Although I should be sleeping because tomorrow I’m getting a EEG done I am not, I was reading that they might reduce your sleep the night before just cause they might ask you to sleep for a lil but during the test so, well, let’s say I’m gonna be more than able to do that if I’m asked to.

It started like any other day, waking up at 4:30 PM and chatting with for a little while, then Luis Luis called me and asked me if I wanted to go to the car tunning expo thing, which is not exactly my cup of tea but, I enjoy (or don’t) pretty much anything (except the things that I firmly don’t enjoy, like family gatherings for example) so I ended up going there, it was already closed so we ended up eating pizza at this place we usually go. He talked about a lot of different things, incluing how complicated was his financial situation, since he has to partly support his mom and dad. There were a lot of things that I wasn’t that much aware of and caught me by surprise. I really wish he keeps working on his dreams because from what I’ve seen he’s a hard working guy that can acomplish what he puts his heart on.

After that we came home, we were checking things on the computer when I grabbed his HPV (Human Papilloma Virus) request for examination (his girlfriend got checked and they found out she had HPV so they gave him a note to call an urologist). We started to talk about that and I told him that I was going to call the urologist on monday to get appointments for us both (not like we have sex but I haven’t gotten my cock touched in such a long time that I might enjoy a doctor’s gentle touch). While we were talking he told me that he had developed some lesions on his penis, to which I replied “I want to see”. He was not really reluctant, he was just shy about it, but I insisted.

Okay, okay … I wanted to see his cock badly, I’m guilty. I’ve had the hots for him for a while, so I manipulated the situation to my advantage and used the “Im gonna play the doctor as an excuse to see his cock”. BUT … I was honestly trying to help, I got so nervous about it that it made my whole body shake. I felt confused, and excited (as in eager.. :P). Funny that after I saw his cock, and I stared at it for a little while, I couldn’t really remember much about it. I had so many mixed emotions, one part of me was afraid, of the whole VPH thing, which I know it’s not a big deal in the end, just one more scar of war, but.. you know.. I rather not get it, just cause of touching a cock. So I didn’t really got to touch it. One part of me was playing the doctor, the most that I remember about the whole deal are lesions, which in reality are nothing really noticeable, just a couple small amorphous patches (0.5 cms) of darker skin. Thinking about the treatment and what could the doctor do. One part of me was enjoying the smell, you know the smell of a cock that hasn’t been washed in a few hours (and knowing him, maybe more than a few hours) which wasn’t really too intense, but intense enuff, partly erotic, partly musky, partly ewwie. One part of me wanted to see it grow, and become all it can be. One part of me wanted to dive in and suck at it and get it hard. I guess all those thoughts crossed my mind while I was staring at my friend’s cock.

The most erotic part of it all was undressing him, pushing him on the bed so he laid flat, and opening his belt. To which I thought he was going to stop me, but he didn’t. Then opening the button of his jeans. I was swallowing hard at that point, and watching at his white undies, and thinking OH MY GOD, I’m about to see what’s behind them. Pulling his undies down, and looking at his cock in all it’s glory. While him holding it, I was really close, looking at it. Getting intoxicated with the sexual smells.

Damn, this made me think about , and the fact that I felt so embarrased about sucking him off while he was sleeping that I never really made a post about it all, and about all the other sexual activities that happened at night, while he was far far away in la la land. I definetely need to write about that.

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