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Monday, October 17, 2005
Sleepovers with Musclegod
Yes, he's a bit of a weirdo; but, the sex is great. The kisses are awesome. He's hot. He's (muscularly) strong. He's intelligent. He's thoughtful. He (seemingly) has a heart of gold. He's giving. He's loving. He's full of passion. He's very special.
I think it was when he lifted me over his head like a beachball and put me over his shoulder that I finally caught on to it. I'm totally smitten all over.
Over breakfast, in a serious tone, he relays to me.: "The truth of the matter is... I'm the sweetest guy you'll ever meet."
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The saga with Musclegod continues.
The sex remains gentle and intimate. While he fucks me, he jerks me off and ensures I cum higher than those geysers from down under. Every single time, he has never failed; and I, him.
Walking hand-in-hand a street away to his apartment, he's so quick to reach for me after parking the car. He's oblivious to on-lookers and neighbours. On our first sleepover, he made sure I was covered by his embrace all night, warm and snuggled.
Wanting to replicate it again, Musclegod suggested if we could do it over again over the weekend so we didn't have to get up so early for work the next day. I was very pleased to hear that.
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I wanted to see Musclegod in a social setting outside of our undiscussed sexual relationship. I was curious how he would be among other human beings. Hence, I suggested that we go to a Amos Lee concert, a wonderful vocalist/musician who I recently discovered via music downloading last Wednesday. Coincidentally, he just happened to be in town for a live performance.
Musclegod was very excited. He checked out Amos Lee's music on the web and instantly fell in love with it like I have. As you can imagine, my invite was met without resistance.
Amos Lee's music has a simplicity and acoustic intimacy that it was difficult not to be drawn in emotionally. Surrounded by a sea of heteros, Musclegod held my hand, embracing me from time to time. Looking back, what's amazing was he never let go of me, from minute one 'til the very end of the concert.
Suffice to say, we had a great time. Musclegod was exhilarated with the music we experienced that he began singing from the top of his lungs while walking back to the car. My initial reaction was embarrassment while looking away at passersby.
And then, I was embarrassed for being embarrassed. There was joy in Musclegod, so much so that my perceived humiliation-by-association quickly turned to pride. I sported the widest grin and started to applaud with my hands. Afterall, Musclegod is a good singer. [Though I have yet to hear, he claims he has a 5-octave voice. I believe him.]
For the second time in 3 nights, another sleepover.
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Musclegod is odd. Wonderfully odd. For now, I'll refrain from detailing the fun oddities other than to say that he never ceases to surprise me with the most out-of-this-world statements.
Many of it, I am taken aback. It's difficult to digest. I take everything he says with a grain of salt. I'm keeping an open mind, and an open heart. There is much that I don't know, and much I have yet to learn.
Sometimes, I still think that Musclegod can truly read my mind. While cooking pasta in his kitchen with his back turned to me, I am quiet as I admire him to think to myself how beautifully sculpted his body was. Out of the blue, still with his back to me, he says: "I just got that [thought pattern]. Thank you very much."
There is much unknown regarding Musclegod that I always encounter feelings of discomfort because... well, he is just so different from everyone else I've ever met. In turn, our phone conversations are sparse. I would like to be more in-touch with him but I find him an enormous challenge to relate to. Hence, I give him space. He is such an enigna; I want to ask him as much questions, but am unsure how to bring them out of me.
One thing he wants to make known to me, as he has assured me on two separate occasions is this: "You are at your most safe here inside this apartment, here with me, holding you, in my bed."
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