Derek didn't love me. I don't take this personally, he didn't really want to love anyone. Men are often like this, busy with themselves. I think he could have been termed as "loving me enough". But that wasn't enough. After I broke things off I told a friend, I would find other beautiful men. She said, "Oh, there are all KINDS of men..." And so I have enjoyed all kinds of men, some beautiful on the outside, a few beautiful on the outside, many ashamed of themselves and unskilled. some forgettable and best forgotten except for their physical endowments.
Here is the back of Joseph and there is his front. He put on a mustache and a few pounds. Courteous, shy, good smelling, but afraid and ashamed, he creeps out of the dark to fuck. With a mighty hunger I took his cock in my mouth and he fucked me quickly before his energy and lust flagged for guilt's sake.
Arrogant, entitled and with a huge dick that hurt my ass until I hurt his feelings by letting him know I was the master of my own house and my own body. It's such a shame so many gay men and gay men of color are so easily hurt by the news they can't have whatever they want. Still, you had marvelous lips and a wonderful cock.
Charles became my most consistent and arduous lover. I still miss his naked body and his tickling beard.
In the dark you sat on my erection. You were the first man who I was inside of. You rode me in my back bedroom. I wasn't sure how I felt after the encounter, but since then, I too have learned what hunger is.
How many midnight sex parties did you have. You were so religious you could never have sex in a normal way. Before you moved away I finally sucked your cock like a lollipop. and then fucked you on a mattress while others watched.
And, while others, watched, Sunelio.... At four in the morning you fucked your boyfriend on my bed. I finally had to experience you too. While you pounded me he watched in anger, you panting above me. I could still feel you three days after you left.
Derek didn't love me. I don't take this personally, he didn't really want to love anyone. Men are often like this, busy with themselves. I think he could have been termed as "loving me enough". But that wasn't enough. After I broke things off I told a friend, I would find other beautiful men. She said, "Oh, there are all KINDS of men..." And so I have enjoyed all kinds of men, some beautiful on the outside, a few beautiful on the outside, many ashamed of themselves and unskilled. some forgettable and best forgotten except for their physical endowments.
Here is the back of Joseph and there is his front. He put on a mustache and a few pounds. Courteous, shy, good smelling, but afraid and ashamed, he creeps out of the dark to fuck. With a mighty hunger I took his cock in my mouth and he fucked me quickly before his energy and lust flagged for guilt's sake. 
Arrogant, entitled and with a huge dick that hurt my ass until I hurt his feelings by letting him know I was the master of my own house and my own body. It's such a shame so many gay men and gay men of color are so easily hurt by the news they can't have whatever they want. Still, you had marvelous lips and a wonderful cock.
Charles became my most consistent and arduous lover. I still miss his naked body and his tickling beard.
How many midnight sex parties did you have. You were so religious you could never have sex in a normal way. Before you moved away I finally sucked your cock like a lollipop. and then fucked you on a mattress while others watched.
And, while others, watched, Sunelio.... At four in the morning you fucked your boyfriend on my bed. I finally had to experience you too. While you pounded me he watched in anger, you panting above me. I could still feel you three days after you left.