Mr. Sniffles and I. in Musings

Luiz.

i don’t know what is it is about boys and me.

maybe i give amazing blowjobs and i’m the best fuck of there life.
maybe it’s that i might do slutty, porn star things but it clashes with my innocent and coy demeanor.

Luiz insisted on picking me up from work and i cringed at the idea… but he insisted so hard.

as i’m gossiping with my last client at 7 pm, the door to the salon creaks open. i was too involved to pay attention until the manager came to me and said “Fucking hot guy Luiz is here to see you, you fucking little dirty whore” and he laughed. and i turned to see him and he was standing there with a small bouquet of violets and baby’s breath… and when i looked at him he smiled and kneeled down and blew a kiss…

first of all i felt that the entire salon stopped, because we rarely get men. and because he’s so strikingly handsome. he wore a deep-v t-shirt showing off all of his tattoos and a leather jacket, and a flower print Supreme cap. i could hear caitlin’s client whispering “who’s that guy waiting for?” and caitlin looked over and giggled and said “fucking Andy’s new toy” and she laughed and giggled at me.

i wanted to drop my blow-dryer and just literally walk over to him and suck his dick.

he smirked at me, stood up and the manager said “you can go say hi to him if you want to” and he walked over to me and i felt my face turning red. he hugged me, kissed my cheek and put the flowers down by my station and said “excuse me miss… i’m just bringing pretty flowers, for a pretty boy” and i felt like my whole world had just collapsed my client blushed and said “don’t mind me” . he walked back and pulled out his phone, sat down on the couch and started typing away.

as i gained my composure she then whispered to me “fuck! so you, him, all the guys in this salon are fucking gay?! i wish i were a gay guy!”

i finished her hair. walked to the break room put on my jacket and as i walked out of the back he grabbed my hand, intertwining with his and kissed me softly on the lips.
dinner was a mess of a blur because i was so mesmerized by him.

he held my hand and once i got into my apartment, i couldn’t be any faster—i kissed him, pulled down his jeans, shoved him onto the bed and rode him like a bull at a rodeo.

i could hear his fast and heavy breathing, feeling his hands on my ass. hearing the clinking of his belt on his pants around his ankles. as he threw off his sneakers. he stared into my eyes and put his fingers in my mouth. he sat up and looked at me as i continued to bounce on his lap.

“oh my god” he whispered as he desperately tried to control me. “wow” he sighed as i felt him throbbing in me and he gained full control and shoved me on my back and as he deeply dug into me, he gulped and said “let me enjoy every second of you, don’t fuck me like I’m an American piece of shit” he said as he kissed me and he grabbed my hands and put them on his chest. “I’m here too” he breathed out and kissed me and I felt him fumbling, pushing off his pants, pushing my legs, and kissing them as they bent, pulling off my socks and kissing my feet. I laughed and tried pulling them away and he forcefully held them and gave me an angry stare “i want to taste every piece of you” as he kissed my toe and fell on top of me, biting my ear, “let go of yourself with me Andy, I’m yours right now, be mine” and i felt like i melted into him and goosebumps covered my skin.

i never felt like sex could be that way. it was always a means to an end. you fuck, you cum, you fall asleep. i never enjoyed the moment of being with a man, it’s always been a rush to reach a climax.

although i seem super confident about myself, i also don’t like feeling like i’m naked in front of someone for too long… maybe they’ll see the light stretch marks on my ass, or the way my balls hang too low, or that my happy trail is shaved into a neat little line, or all of the insecurities and stupid shit i only see.

as he pulled out of me, i felt so super un-confident and uneasy as i watched him examine and kiss every inch of my body. “I can cum just by kissing you right here” he said as he looked up at me and kissed my hip bone “your perfect, skinny frame makes me crazy” he said as he continued kissing up to my chest, “you’re smell makes me want to eat you” he said licking my armpit and i usually would feel weirded out, but with him, i felt goosebumps. “You’re so pretty and clean, I’m so dirty and gross” he said as he kissed my lips.

he intertwined his feet in mine. i felt him grow harder and dripping on me. “i want to make you dirty baby” he said biting his lips and pulling off of me.

throughout the night i experienced things with him that i never thought i would do or that i would be interested in.

i don’t like feeling overly dominated, but with him when he tied my hands behind my back and blind folded me, i didn’t feel like i was trapped, i felt free—if that makes sense.

he put body parts of his in my mouth that i’d never do or have an interest in if i was seeing. but when he put the top of his foot against my mouth. or lowered his balls on my face. or freed my hands and spit in them to use as my own lubricant, it didn’t feel gross, it felt strangely freeing.

finally when he wrapped his belt around my wrists and turned me around and fucked me, i couldn’t help to climax without touching myself and only feeling the force of his orgasm.

i didn’t feel that guilt that you would feel after cumming and doing something dirty. instead, i wanted to lay in his arms and be held by him. feeling his fingers run back and forth around my waist.

I fell asleep cuddled with him.

I woke up to his puppy dog brown eyes smiling in my face and i smirked and laughed saying “get out of my face Luiz!” and he held my face in his hand and pulled me up to kiss him, sucking my lips into his mouth “pretty little dickhead, I look where I want” he laughed and as I stretched out of the bed, and started to get up he runs in front of me naked and kneels down, looking up at me… “Please be my boyfriend” he said as he grabbed my hands and put them on his face. I looked at him stunned and pulled away from him, “be my man, i’ve never wanted to wake up next to someone like i need to with you” he shoved me on to the bed “be my boyfriend Andy” he whimpered.

and that’s when i kissed him and said “ok Luiz. I want to be your boyfriend” and he kissed me and made love to me for what seemed like seconds, but was actually an hour and 30.

as i left my apartment and grabbed a cab to work, i couldn’t believe what just happened. i left a stranger in my apartment with all of my jewelry, and clothing.

i started freaking out when i got to work and he sends me a picture of himself on sitting on the toilet squinting and blowing me a kiss.

Luiz: Taking a shit while bae is at work
Me: EW! You’re fucking gross!
Luiz: Show you what’s in store for you for the rest of forever.
Me: Rest of forever?
Luiz: Yeah bae. I’m yours until forever. I know what I like, I fall in love fast, I fall in love hard—it’s that Latin in me.
Me: Well chill out cause you’re scaring me.
Luiz: These are the only things you need to know about being with me and if your scared then learn to deal bae 1)Don’t lie to me 2) Text or call me at least 4-5 times a day, I’m a needy guy, I’m constantly thinking of you, let me know you think of me even if its a one word text 3)Let me be inside you AT LEAST 4 times a week, I’m also a super horny, dirty Latin man, I’ll probably try to trick you into giving me a blowie in the interim 5)Don’t cheat on me, I’m 150% monogamous, I’m a freak but no third parties, I’m insanely jealous—like really badly jealous—. 6)Kiss me good night, every night I lay next to you, even if you’re mad at me. 7)NEVER wash my underwear, I don’t need you to see all my pre-cum and skid marks 8)Let me be your best friend 9)I’m always upfront even if it’s embarrassing —I already see myself having babies with you, living in Brazil and if you find that creepy or too fast, remember I’m only a crazy Latino, I don’t ever expect someone as perfect as you to ever like me or love me as much as I can and will…finally 10) I like writing in bullet points, because I’m a self-important asshole, ALSO let me know how much you like my big dick verbally at least twice a week, Mr. Sniffles needs love too.

Luiz: OH! Also, if I’m playing XBox or Playstation or just watching football it be nice if you gave me head, snap open my beer and make me a sandwich. Actually… it’s mandatory that you do all three.

Luiz: Oh and Bae… if I make you mad, or sad, remember this—you’re the best thing that happened to me by complete and utter chance, it took one kiss from you and I want to spend my time making you feel half as invincible as you make me feel. Got it? Screenshot it and post it on the fridge!

Luiz: Also, here’s a picture of Mr. Sniffles—he says “hey bae”

I couldn’t make this stuff up if I wanted to. I’m not that creative.
I know that right now I’m in complete lust with him. But the things that he says make me laugh and make me realize that he’s such a dork. i think my main attraction to him is his belligerent cockiness, but it’s funny. he’s a harmless asshole. he gets a thrill out of shocking people, I’ve come to notice.
who calls there dick mr.sniffles?

he’s cute.
actually…i don’t know what i feel… or if i should feel what i’m afraid to verbalize. everything is so new and i don’t even know him aside from the very superficial stuff.
also, it’s all new to me, dating in New York isn’t the same as dating anywhere else, so i feel like i’m working backwards…first you date and then you formalize it with titles not the other way around.

whatever, i think too much.
he’s fucking hot and Brazilian.
he has sleeves and gauges and some Portuguese quote on his chest along with all this sick art all over his pecs.
he has a big dick and an adorable smile with a small gap between his front teeth.
he’s madly intense and lets me know i’m real.
but he’s also extremely silly and makes me laugh.

and for now that’s all i need to know and deal with.