Last time I wrote, I’d had a crazy couple of nights in The Algarve…but you only heard the half of it! The morning after my “oral threesome” with the two Aussie guys, I woke up in bed with only one of them: L. My head was still spinning from the previous night’s partying, so I went to the washroom to rehydrate. On my way back to bed, the OTHER guy, M., called me from his bed, and asked me to come cuddle. I wasn’t feeling my best, and got up each hour to dry-heave down the hall from their adjoining rooms. They boys basically took turns calling me to their beds. While M. would stroke my hair and rub my back, L. would practically dry hump me. Not that I was complaining. When M. went out to buy me some juice and crackers, L. and I began to get it on. Needless to say, when M. returned, he was not pleased. Especially since earlier that morning, as I was hugging the toilet, he told me how he’d been jealous the night before, and just wanted me for himself. Yikes.

M. said he was going to the beach, and would leave me alone with his roomie. After M. left, we fucked. It was pretty good, but I was feeling guilty the whole time. M. and I had become good friends, and I really liked him. The only problem was that I was more attracted to his friend. 

M. and I met up for dinner later that evening to talk. After a couple hours of either complete silence or arguing…we ALSO had sex. “Well, I guess you go your threesome after all”, he said.

After M. forgave me for schtooping his best friend, we spent every day together in coupledom. We would spend our afternoons together on the beach napping, and our nights, well, fucking. I hadn’t been that happy since Mr. X back in the Spring, but like that relationship, some things just aren’t meant to be. I had to get back to real life in Toronto, and M. had plans to continue traveling for the next few months. The day I was leaving, M. walked me to the bus station, and it was a tearful goodbye – on my part. I get so damn attached to guys after I sleep with them! Will I ever learn my lesson? For now on…no more sex with guys until I KNOW it’s going to be something that will last. Hmmm, didn’t I write that after the whole bartender heartbreak? Well, this time I mean it!