Goldfinger

On Sunday my Brazilian hunk Joe came over again (see The passion of the Christ). I cooked him a good and healthy meal, we watched a film in bed, and we kissed each other a lot. He told me how most guys in my country think it's normal to meet up only a few times a week in the early stage of a relationship, and that he didn't understand that: "When you're in love, you wanna be together as often as possible, right?" I agreed. He often jokes that I probably won't wanna meet up until May. I always respond that I want to see him again as soon as possible.

He noticed that I'm hard most of the time when we're in bed together, and he often jokes that I just want him for sex. He says he's not a big fan of sex. I'm not sure whether he's joking there, but at least he doesn't want to get too intimate during the first few dates. Nevertheless, we talked about fetishes and I told him I recently discovered I like bondage (see A quota for friends). He wanted to try that too, and so I tied him to the bed. He thought the feeling was exciting and said he'd want to play with it some time soon.

Also, he loves playing with my arse. I never let anyone put a finger inside me, but in the middle of the night we kissed one another and he wanted to finger fuck me. I didn't want him to and so he asked if he could fuck me with a dildo. No one ever did that to me, but I let him and it was actually very good. Later he told me that he very much liked doing that, and that he got off on it. Nevertheless, I prefer the real thing... and as he's a bottom, I'd prefer the real thing the other way around.

Whenever my phone makes a sound he jokes, "That's your boyfriend..." The other way around he told me a few times he's got many boyfriends, after which he carefully inspected my response. I know that isn't true, but I don't like hearing it anyway.

He asked me if I would join him on a trip to Brazil for a month. I said that I could not make that promise, that it was too soon to ask. Then he asked if I would want to go on a short romantic trip with him first, only for four days. I said I'd love that.

Fantasising a bit, he asked me if I would marry him. I said that eventually I would want to get married with the love of my life. He has repeated the question many times since. On Sunday he said, "I think we're falling in love." I certainly felt I was in the process of falling in love with him. On the other hand, he sometimes says, "You hate me." He probably wants me to respond with "No, Joe, I love you", but I won't lie; I just tell him, "You know better than that."

On Sunday morning I asked when we would see each other again. "In May," he said. I told him I couldn't wait that long and he smiled. And so he stayed with me for the third night in a row.