I truly haven’t been up to much lately. Besides the usually mundane bullshit of working, working out and sleeping I go through everyday, has been reconnecting with Way-Back. We met sometime in 2001 and chatting off and on using Ya-hoe! Messenger. We talked for a good minute and never met face to face. We finally met during the Summer of 2002 and of all places, a sex party in Rogers Park(a neighborhood on the far north side of Chicago, right off the lake). While it was cool to have finally met Way-Back, my attention was solely geared toward a high-yellow Sigma at the time, so needless to say, I wasn’t phased by our meeting.

We continued to chat off and on for the next couple of years. He met up at this little gay dive in Lansing, or chilling at the forest reserve in Calumet City. Sometimes he’d spotted my ad on Men4Now and drop me a note, and I’d returned the favor. It wasn’t until recently that we actually started to chat more frequently. For a few months we tried to make plans to go out or hang out and they’ve fallen through. I was about to strike him out until one Saturday he came through. This was about three weeks ago and he’s has spent every weekend since.

I’m trying my best to not categorize what we have, because as soon as I do, it bound to go straight down hill from there. But I do enjoy having him around, and definitely loving it when he’s snoring in my arms. But there are some road blocks on the road to paradise; for starters he’s a total top. I’ve seen what he’s packing and that thing ain’t going in me. I’m keen on the idea of having a tight “virgin-esqe” ass and shitting without pain or blood. But we will see how this all plays out.