The Loves of my Love Lives The Last Installment

After one day of absence, I am back to blogging and working! Argh! Anwyays, watched XMEN III yesterday at Eastwood Mall. I liked the movie and Archangel was so freakin’ fuckable. Too bad he didn’t have too many exposures. I read from one of the blogs which said he looked so gay. Hahaha…I soo agree… I could only wish that he’d fly here and take me away to heaven. Poof! Pop goes my imaginary bubble!
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So here’s the last installment of The Loves of my Love Lives… I know you’ve been waiting for this…

I remember the first time we met. Robbie was Ryan’s (my ex) “take out” for that night. Miguel, Ryan and me had a dare. Whoever meets the guy with the largest dick, wins. Miguel and I didn’t bring any. Ryan had Robbie who was with his best friend. We stayed at Miguel’s abandoned house in Project 6 (he moved). We were with a couple more friends.

The dare it seemed was then impossible to fulfill. We were just too many and Robbie was the sure winner. According to Ryan, Robbie had a huge dick. He saw it once while Robbie was showing off in his cam for every meat lovers to see. Ryan was one of them I suppose.

We started the night with a bottle of Emperador. We gathered on the floor and started a game—truth or dare. Robbie was asked whom he liked in the group. He pointed at me. That time the feeling was already mutual. When it was my turn I readily pointed at him. He was then asked to kiss the guy he liked. Again it was I. I also kissed him. He asked questions like Are you top or bottom, Are you in a relationship and the likes. The next thing I knew we were sitting together, kissing each other like there was no tomorrow. I like the way he kisses. He will kiss you ever so lightly and then gently wipe your lips with his thumb. I find that very romantic. And that was the first time I experienced something like that. Right there and then I knew I was going to be in love. And I was. I still am.

Our first date was the sweetest. I waited for him at Starbucks Araneta when he showed up with two boxes of Ferrero’s. I asked him how he knew they were my fave’s and he said he did some research. Ain’t that just sweet? After the coffee, we watched Corpse Bride at Gateway while our hands were locked to each other and his head upon my shoulder.

The Love of my Life...

The first time we ever had sex was on my room. He licked me all over literally and I licked him too. He sucked me and I sucked him. And then I tried to fuck him but he couldn’t take the pain. It was going to be his first, and so he said. I tried it again gently but seeing his face, I realized how painful it was for him. I stopped. My libido went six-feet under. He was my angel. He is my angel. And I didn’t want to hurt him. I don’t want to hurt him. He said sorry and I understood. He promised next time it was going to be different. And yes it was. I fucked him twice, thrice and it was wonderful. It’s not really a matter or fulfilling your carnal desires by fucking somebody. It is that wonderful feeling, the moment when you share your body with someone you actually love that makes the difference. I felt that with Robbie.

The first month was heaven. The second was earth. The third was painful.

I would be so hypocrite if I said I don’t love him anymore. I still do just the same as the first time we met. The sad and excruciating thing is facing the fact that he doesn’t feel the same way anymore. It’s the thought of probabilities that makes it hard to move on.

The last time we met was when I invited him to Puerto Galera (all expense paid) in hopes of getting back together. Unfortunately the most that I got was a blowjob. Huhuhu…