unwritten

Have you looked at your yearbook lately?
well? go!
check out what people said about you. and look at yourself now.
did they match? or you went your own way? were they right or they so didnt see this one coming?

mine was pretty much on the dot; give or take a few things that made me more mature, it was pretty much the same thing--except that it didnt talk about me liking cum and piss.

about a month ago, a friend/fb suddenly texted me on a weekend, and asked me if i was busy. i said no, and he asked if i was free to go with him to some other guy's place. i said ok (hey when i have the time, im not exactly the hardest door to push) so off we went. in the car, i was being given the 411, the guy was a newbie in this world and was trying all sorts of stuff. they had fucked before, and now he's looking for his threesome experience. so and thus my role in the whole thing.

we got to his place, and the description is rght on the money. he was your basic schoolboy--a bit on the chub side; geeky, comic lover, and speaks with 'dude' and gets away with it. Go to Ateneo and you'll see dozens of him. but of course, he had his secret.

he quickly went to work. we got off our clothes, started kissing, groping and sucking. the thing about these types of guys is that they get to work fast and rough (well, not really that rough for me) there's a certain rawness in him. i'd say his normal life puts him on a diet of work-talk, work and family. his was a big bowl sex was done out of love. and this was his cheat day; a day where he gets off his diet and just binge and gorge on lust. and it wasnt the only he thing he gorged on. he sucked cock and ate ass like a real trooper. I didnt expect the latter from a new guy. but my hole was a krispy kreme to a diabetic. heaven but sinful.

soon he was in my ass and fucking me. it was short and intense. like all secret fucks, it was rough and hard. each pounding against my ass was his way of telling me that no one could and should know about this. that he was giving it all because someone might come. at some point i culdnt react anymore, thinking he would stop fucking me if i react in a way that he didnt like. he had made me his hostage--from his secret, i had mine.

after the orgasms, he was quick to get cleaning stuff. true to his form, he was quick to clean up and get dressed. and then comes the interesting part, while he was extremely open in sex, he suddenly clams up, like he wanted us to go ASAP. to some degree it was offensive but considering what had happened and what I know, i knew it made sense. he was back in real life.

if there's anybody who should know about double lives it's me, yet it felt to weird to be an after-sex cumrag (and believe me, there's a big difference in being a cumdump and a cum rag) after a few moments of thinking about it, i realized he wasnt being rude, he was being honest and true. real life demanded that that guy in bed a while ago didnt exist. he was young, upper middle-class and very WASP-y. His life now was back to normal and that meant us out of there.

very few people i knew like yearbooks. either they didnt like their pics or it just reminded them of bad stuff or whatever. However, i think what's really unsettling about yearbooks is that they reveal to us the box that real-life has put us in. our so-called society at that age, tells us that this is what they see and expect from us. like coloring books anything else that is outside of those lines are mistakes and/or perversions.

then again, yearbooks are exactly that, a recount of things passed; memories. the coming year has yet to be written.

**image from gettyimages.com