ddrboy's Diaryland Diary
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Cumshoot out at the house!
I'm sorry, but I have to say fucking diaryland. Ugh, I've been trying for the past hour to update...something I haven't done too much recently. Let me just tell you what happened this past weekend.
Saturday:
It was another Richard day; I stayed home, while Red went to visit his parents, who were here only cause Red's birthday is this Friday and they wanted to celebrate it this weekend. He was there all day, and then I took my mom to work. My grams, who(m?) I'm still not talking to, went to the casinos. Tee hee, I was alone all day. Oh well.
Sunday:
Red and I went to see his parents at his aunt's house. We were there pretty much all day! Sheesh, I don't mind, but I feel weird there.
Listen, when you have a gay relationship and your partner's parents don't know, it's kinda hard to visit.
I like Red's parent's, they're cool, fun, very nice, but I feel wrong. I mean, I have a girlfriend and my hickeys (spelling?) were caused by her.
Red hasn't come out to them yet, I understand, the Latino culture doesn't really like Homosexuality, but it's here, we're queer and we're your kids. I am lucky, my WHOLE family knows that I'm a cocksucker, and they've met the dick I suck. They all know and love Red. But it's not the same when I go to his house. I feel like an alien, an outsider, like a puppy looking in a window of a butcher shop after it's been lost for weeks with no food, no home, and it's masters are looking for him. (I know that's a bad analogy(? - I think that's what it is...?) I just want to say that this boy (me) is proud to be gay, even thought there are people in this small world who don't like my kind. Just realize that one day, those homophobes will need our help.
Ok, anyway, we leave his aunt's house after his parents leave and we get home around 9pm. Walking into our building, I notice this blue bike outside and I'm like...Hmm? We get home and I turn on the tv, start watching Margaret Cho's I'm The One That I Want, I start making dinner, when I hear someone downstairs yelling...I'm getting robbed! The guy doing the mugging starts to run outside, when Red is coming out from the laundry room, and see's the guy. He's wearing all black and a black mask. The guy looks at Red and right at that moment, puts his gun in his pocket, showing Red not to do anything. That's when Red runs upstairs and tells me to call the cops. FUCK!
Apperantly, the guy followed our neighbor home from work, cause my neighbor works at a fast food restaurant I used to work for. He handles the money work on Sunday nights, and he takes it home and deposits the money in the bank in the morning. Well, in those bags, there are usually aroung $5,000 in each of them, and the guy took two bags. (Last night we all found out that it was an employee!)
Monday:
I just cleaned a little bit, VERY little, and that's it.
I'm asking everyone this question and I hope someone responds to it.
Why do people hate the gays?
Ha ha, no, really, why do people hate us? I love me, the world, men, balls, cum, men, dick, men, life, men. I'm happy with who I am, the way I was born. I didn't choose to be gay, but I did choose to accept myself. It's hard to accept that a man likes to take it up the ass, or that a woman prefers another woman's coochie. I love to suck cock, dick, mangina, ass, etc... I can't stand a woman's coochie, now don't get me wrong, I don't hate women, I love them, I embrace them, but I prefer a man's dick instead of a pussy! Ok!?
Now, I am a cum lover. I admit it. I love CUM! The taste, the texture, the way it feels going down my throat...yes, I SWALLOW! I don't know what it is...maybe the fact that the person who, um, I think the word is MOLESTED, I'm not sure... ANYWAY, when he used to jack off in front of me, I would always turn away when he came. It was always white, thick and creamy. Now, that's the way I love it. I don't think that the fact the I was molested made me gay, or anything like that, but I think it did impact my life now. Now that I am growned (lol) up, and a cum-lover, I like cum.
Cum shooting all over the place, up my ass, (yes, I bareback! I've only used a condom twice, once with Red, on Saturday cause he's mostly a top. You know, he gives, not really takes it up the ass).
But I digress, lol, I got to say that....Um, I just like it in general. Even in straight porn, when the guy shoots all over the chicks tits, I like it. One of my fantasies is to have a cum fountain...you know, five or six guys jacking off over me and cumming all over me, preferably in my mouth! Mmm!
Back to our main subject, maybe people hate my type of gay. Gays like me, the one's who don't give a crap of other's opinions, but I at least respect people...R-E-S-P-E-C-T! Let me tell you what it means to me!
Respect means that I can suck off my man in my room, under my roof, but not in public, well at least in a bar or club, yes! That I will refrain from saying things like...You go Gurl, Biiiiiiiiiitch, Gurl, cocksucker, cumbucket, and any other "gay" related word in front of kiddies. I respect people if they respect me.
You don't want me to be all gay in front of you, then you don't open-mouth your other in front of me when you tell me not to be gay. e.g...man and wife are in my area and are bad-mouthing gays...me and Red look at each other and we're like...WHAT??? man and wife start like getting all lovey-dovey and kiss...that's not fair, you don't want me to do that, but you can...No fucking way. I'll do that in front of you cause that is not fair. Fuck you!
Ok, I love all my gay brothers and sisters, but not that typical 6 foot, 180 pound, blonde hair, blue eyed, cut, muscular, tanned bitch of a man. And that's the Latinos! I just don't like the wanna-be all gay gays! They are pathetic and they give the real down-to-earth gays bad name.
I don't know...I'm just babbling...Ugh!
1:46 p.m. - Tuesday, Oct. 01, 2002
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