The strings attached

It's been a while since I've been, for all intents and purposes, in a committed relationship, but I guess that's what I've gotten myself into these past many months with my fuck bud Robert. I long ago stopped writing up every fuck we have and have pretty much ended any and all one-nighters and side trips to things like the Black Party. (Shit, I even totally forgot about it this year, and had more than a few longing twitches down below when I was suddenly reminded of it when I went online Saturday night.)

I've been having a blast with Rob, don't get me wrong. This power top black king knows how to make me squirm with delight with his 8 and a half inch phattie -- in my throat or in my cunt -- "rough, raw and relentless" as my tagline on Xtube proclaims. But with this commitment to another human being comes investment, and it's been cashed in for full value these past couple of days. You see, someone very, very close to Rob died late last week, and I was the guy who had to pick him up, give him a hug over the phone, head to his place with some food, let him talk about it with me in between his tears, and otherwise be there for him while he dealt with the rest of his family and the family of the deceased. I didn't know what to do other than to talk with him. Our usual activity was out of the question, though Rob himself confessed to me when he first told me the news on the phone that all he wanted to do was rape my hole, that somehow that would make him feel better. I know it would've ... hell, it would have made him feel ALIVE. Something I think we all need to feel when something like this happens.

We both got turned on by the thought for about 5 seconds, then thought better of it. Out of respect for his friend, that would not do. So I've been practicing my best bedside manner with him, not my usual bottom-bunk maneuvers, and it occurred to me how much like a relationship this has really become.

Don't worry, he and I vowed after those lustful 5 seconds to make up for lost time like the two horny bastards we are. I will be curious to see if Robert can keep his hands off himself and give me several days worth of steaming hot seed once this is behind him.

I'll not let a drop go to waste.