He would bring me home-cooked meals made by his big round Croatian mama. He was the most nourishing booty call.
A few years younger than me and smitten. He told me the first time he saw me that I looked like a boy all bundled up in my winter clothes from head to toe.
I liked that he like that – didn’t need to girly-girl it up for him.
He was my snack all throughout my masters.
He would come with energy, delicious home-cooked meals and a pretty great cock.
My mattress was on the floor and their was a blocked fireplace I used as a bedframe mantle – let’s just say, in my 20’s I would use that as a place to hook my toes.
Sweaty, loud. Fun – hot. Passionate – roommates fucking sometimes three couples at a time – loud ass slaps – laughs – whispered voices.
Ambulance sirens – people yelling outside.
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I met him at the Croatian Café on campus. He was tall and kinda skinny with brown, or green eyes.
I would go there often – at first for the food – and then for some eye candy and flirting.
I always hung out with my gay friends and they would talk and talk about how hot he was – and how I should tap that. Lol.
I had a bit of game back then… so after frequent enough visits – we started hanging out off-campus.
It was the most nourishing booty call. He would always bring a bounty of chickpea salads, and lasagna, and a warm potato something with cheese and we would eat and fuck and eat and fuck and sometimes cuddle – but rarely – I wasn’t into that. He fit perfectly into my hectic graduate studies life.
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Chickpeas and cock.
Young twenty-something cock.
Writing this three times makes me feel like I’m cheating on my partner, who is taking me on a date night tonight by the way.
Ok – anyway – cock. Haha.
The way he looked at me.
The twinkle in his eyes. He loved my body – inside and out.
He would come over a few times a week and we would exercise.
All the positions – the classics – on top, underneath, from behind – on our sides – holy shit I actually miss that crazy wild 20’s sex – up against the wall – smacking of the ass –
two or three times – sort of being quiet for roommates but not really caring – laughing, sweating, fucking, talking, eating, fucking – ok see ya – I have work to do or I’m going out with friends – I had a pretty great life in Toronto.
where rivers are born 