The following are some excerpts from the diary of William Jones, who prefers to go by Will.  Enjoy this glimpse into his mind and his life.

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January 31, 2021

Dear diary,
Today was another day at the office.  It’s been almost two years since Billy got me a job being the receptionist for his dad’s little accounting firm.  They don’t really need a receptionist.  It’s just the two of them and one of Mr. Plats’s friends all doing the accounting work.  They aren’t some big chain with thousands of clients.  Still, I get paid and they happily allow me to stay.  I’m just so grateful that Billy said yes.  I was so nervous going to him and asking him for help.  My brother Nega kept telling me that Billy hates us and wants nothing to do with us because of how we first met him, and because of our relationship to him.  Just because we’re genetically altered clones of him, and our first meeting wasn’t the greatest, doesn’t mean he hates us, right?  And between you and me, diary, I don’t think the genetic modifications did a hell of a lot.  They turned me blue and my brother black.  The doctors tried to say that the modifications also affected our personalities, but I think that’s bullshit.  They just can’t accept that even though our bodies are the same, we are not the same person.  It’s that whole “nature vs. nurture” argument.  They want to blame me being flamboyant on the fact that they spliced a few helix strands and what not.  Like I said, I call bullshit.  I just think those docs might be homophobic.  And now I’m ranting in my diary... again.  Bringing it back to Billy, he was happy to help me.  I guess he said he was hoping we would reach out to him.  He said he wanted it to be our choice because of how bitter Nega seemed toward him in our first meeting with him.  Nega has since gotten to be friends with Billy, even if he does keep his guard up.  I guess that will never change.  Nega will always be on guard to make sure nothing happens to me or him.  He’s such a knight.  And Billy... is it wrong that I think he has such a fine ass?  Is that incest?  Or selfcest?  I don’t know.  All I know is it’s probably messed up somehow, but I really don’t care.  I wanna shove my tongue between those cheeks, followed by my dick.  Or have him do that to me if he’d rather top.  I know he’s not into guys, but hey, I can dream, right?  Well, speaking of dreams, I gotta go take care of my boner now.  Thinking of my tongue in Billy’s ass got me horny.  I’ll write to you later diary.

March 1, 2021

Dear diary,
Sorry I haven’t written in a while.  Work gets busy in February.  It’s amazing how many people can’t do their own taxes and hire people to do it for them.  All work and no play makes Will a bored, frustrated platypus though.  I haven’t been to the clubs in a hot minute, which means I ain’t had my daily dose of vitamins D or A in TOO LONG!!!  Though I had a great surprise at work today.  Billy brought me a small cake to celebrate my two year anniversary working with him and his dad.  We wound up eating cake together over his lunch break.  He told me he’s happy he could finally be friends with me and my brother Will.  It hurts when somebody you have a crush on, are in love with, or just plain lusting for uses the “f word” to talk about you. I don’t think I’ll be seeing Billy naked any time soon and that’s a real shame, but I won’t let that get in the way of our friendship.  I can still have Billy in my dreams and fantasies.  But it was nice to sit down, share some cake, and shoot the shit.  In other news, Nega started dating his manager!  Scandal!  I knew he always had a thing for older women and likes to buck the system, but I guess Katherine likes him too.  I don’t know if it’s his devilish good looks or if it’s the fact that they share a mutual cynicism about most people in general, but they’ve hit it off it seems.  Nega just left to go on his second date with her.  They’re going to some Chinese place, or at least the have a mostly Chinese menu.  I think he’s hoping to get his dick touched, if not sucked.  I think he will.  And here I am, at home, with my dick in my hands.  Well, figuratively.  You know what, I’ll write some more later.  I think I’m going clubbing.  I’ll just deal with the hangover tomorrow.

March 17, 2021

Dear diary,
Guess what?  I’ve been pretty exclusive the past couple weeks.  I’m just as shocked as you are!  I met this hunk of a bull named Quinten at the club a couple weeks ago.  I must have been giving off the right signals extra well that night cause he walked up and offered to buy me a drink.  Maybe it was the ass tight skinny jeans that showed off my best feature.  Or maybe he had more courage to walk up to a random guy and ask to buy him a drink.  I’ll admit I’m still a little nervous about doing that unless I know I’m at a club specifically for people of a more open sexuality.  I’ve heard some of the horror stories of guys looking to get some dick, hit on some homophobic straight guy not knowing he was straight, and then gets punched or kicked or something for it.  It doesn’t happen so much in today’s society, but it does still happen, and I don’t want to get assaulted just looking to get laid.  Anyway, I must’ve sent him a signal, cause Quinten walked up to me with no hesitation and bought me a drink.  We bullshitted a little bit and did a lot of dancing.  He’s a masseuse at a spa, so you know I can’t wait to get him to rub me down.  We exchanged numbers when the club was about to boot us all out.  We’ve been on a few dates since then.  I think he’s trying to be the traditional type cause he hasn’t asked to fuck my ass raw yet, or vice versa, though I’m getting top vibes off him heavily.  This is why I like switching.  I’ll top and I’ll bottom as long as I can get some action.  Anyway, I’m hoping we fuck real soon.

March 19, 2021

Dear diary,
It finally happened!  And omg it was so great!  We went out to the club and got a few drinks and did some dancing.  He finally got hands with me.  Man his hands were so fucking soft, but strong!  I guess they need to be in order to be a masseuse.  After a bit of drinking and dancing, we went back to his place.  There he grabbed some wine, lit some candles, put on some smooth jazz and we started making out.  I decided to make the move, tired of waiting for him.  I slid my tongue in his mouth as I started unbuttoning his shirt.  Let me tell you, his muscles are big!  Every one of them, but I’ll get to the most important one in a moment.  I swear though I could almost fit both my hands on just one of his pecs!  Once that shirt was off it was just moments before we broke that kiss to fully undress each other.  I felt my heart skip a beat when I saw that salami he had waiting for me.  Quinten wasn’t even done getting all of my clothes off before I was licking that cock like a lollipop.  Once I saw it I just had to have a taste, and boy was it tasty.  It throbbed so much with every lick, begging for more.  When Quinten finally got me fully naked and got a finger into my ass to loosen me up a little, I finally took his behemoth into my mouth.  I gagged a little getting it mostly in.  Don’t get me wrong, I can deepthroat a dick, but his was just a little too much for me.  That didn’t stop him from enjoying it though.  Of course after a few minutes of blowing him, and a couple week of dates without getting laid, I was ready to fuck!  I laid him on his back, straddled him staring down at him, and impaled my ass with that thick meaty shaft.  I thought my saliva was gonna be lube enough to take him, but that’s not the case.  It took a few hours for my ass to stop stinging afterward, but at the time I wasn’t gonna stop and get lube.  I was horny and hadn’t had a good fuck in weeks, so I just rode it and endured it.  You could tell it wasn’t his first rodeo either, cause he made sure to rub me all over as I rode his cock, especially focusing on mine in return.  I was a little embarrassed when I came faster than usual, maybe 15 minutes in.  Between not having been laid in too long, punching my prostate with his monster dick, and his soft, strong hands jerking my own cock tenderly, I just couldn’t help myself.  Quinten didn’t mind me painting his chiseled chest and abs with my creamy goodness though, probably because I still rode like the good cowboy I am even though I came.  I made sure he knew I was gonna do everything I could to completely empty his ball.  I tightened my ass around his cock, which made him moan more.  I love hearing them moan and growl in lust.  I nibbled his nipples tenderly.  I even went reverse for a little bit so I could hold his hefty balls in my hands.  I kid you not each one weighed like a quarter pound or something.  I dunno.  They just felt swollen and like they hadn’t gotten of in as long as I hadn’t.  In the end, I made sure they got to shoot.  Let me tell you, he filled me up.  I’m still seeping a little bit of cum even as I write this a day later.  I would have told you about my sexcapade earlier Diary but I spent the night at his place.  We even went a second round the following day when he woke up with morning wood.  This time he wanted to bend me over like a bitch and ravage me.  I had no objections.  He even cooked me breakfast while I cleaned up.  Again, still got a little bit in me as I write this.  I think I might be in love.  Or that might just be euphoria from getting fucked good and hard by a stud of a man.  Either way, I’ll let you know how it goes as we continue dating and fucking.

March 26, 2022

Dear diary,
Quinten surprised me at work today!  He brought me some sushi for lunch!  And not that grocery store crap either but from an actual Japanese restaurant.  He’s so thoughtful.  And Billy was so cool about his visit, even when Quinten hit on him not knowing he isn’t gay.  Billy just acted like me sitting on the big bull’s lap at my desk was as natural as me sitting in any chair.  I just wish he could find somebody to be with.  He seems so lonely sometimes.  Speaking of seeming lonely, Nega and Katherine are no longer an item.  Nega refuses to go into the details, simply telling me that it was a mutual breakup.  Those don’t exist.  Somebody always doesn’t want it to end.  It’s fine though because I get to spend more time with him.  When Quinten isn’t fucking my brains out that is.  Nega is always looking out for me.  I just wish I could return the favor and help him in some way some time.  Maybe I should take Billy and Nega our some time, just the 3 of us.  A platypus posse!  Hide your daughters (or sons for me)!  If I can’t get them girlfriends I can at least get them laid.  I’m a pretty damn good wingman if you ask me.  I’ll have to run that idea past them first.  And Quinten of course.  I don’t want him to think I’m going out and chasing tail, or dick, with him in my life.  I’ll let you know how it goes.

April 1, 2021

Dear diary,
There’s trouble in paradise.  I guess Quinten’s ex, Winston, has started talking to Quinten again and had been saying things about them getting back together.  Quinten says he’s happy with me, but there is a part of him that still longs for Winston.  I guess Quinten was ready to propose to Winston when Winston said he needed time and space to figure himself out.  Smells like 100% grade A bullshit to me.  Well now he’s back and Quinten’s torn.  I told him that whatever he decides, I hope he’s happy.  But I’ll be honest, I’ll be a little heartbroken if he goes back to Winston.  Not only is Winston a total bitch for what he did, but I actually started to develop deep feelings for Quinten.  It’s his choice though and I’m not going to sway him either way.  Trying to influence him might make him take Winston back.  Wish me luck Diary.

April 4, 2021

Dear diary,
Quinten made his decision.  I’m gonna miss that big bull, but he said he never really lost his feelings for Winston.  He said he cared about me too, but it’s hard to get over somebody you wanted to marry.  My eyes never rolled harder in my life, but I didn’t let him see.  I smiled and said that I wish him and Winston happiness.  It’s a half truth.  I wish Quinten happiness.  Winston I couldn’t care less about.  He could choke to death on Quinten’s fat cock and I wouldn’t shed a tear.  You can tell how easy it is for me to be the bigger man right now.  I know I’ll calm down in a day or two, but how do you leave a guy like Quinten and then come groveling back?  You thought the grass was greener, now deal with your dandelions and crab grass instead of returning to the beautiful garden.  I feel that way about anybody, man or woman, who leaves somebody and then suddenly wants to come back.  You wanted to leave, so stay gone.  Bye Felicia!  Nega is taking me out tonight to cheer me up.  I convinced him to invite Billy.  I may be a little bitter about losing my man to some take-back ho, but if Nega and I are going out, Billy is coming too and I’m getting them laid like I wanted to do originally.  I’ll be ok though.  It’s not the first guy I was getting in deep with, won’t be the last.  I’m gonna miss those huge muscles and big cock though.  Well, at least until the next guy comes along.  Besides, not gonna lie, I think I’m in a topping mood right now.  Not that I was starting to hate bottoming for Quinten, but I really like switching from time to time.  Well, wish me luck with that.  Billy is kinda shy and reserved sometimes, and has almost no libido from what I hear.  Nega can be standoffish being a cynic.  I think I’d have an easier time getting the pope laid.

April 12, 2021

Dear diary,
So remember how I said I was going to try to find Billy and Nega a girl, and then complained that Billy was somewhat shy and reserved?  Turns out get a few drinks into him and he opens right up.  Don’t get me wrong, he’s a friendly person, but in a public, party setting he’s a wallflower.  At least until you get some alcohol in him.  The mission was a failure, but not for the reason I thought.  They were chatting up girls, but they said they were more interested in hanging with me.  It was sweet of them, but it also made me feel worse.  I was a little down in the dumps, but not bad enough I needed a pick-me-up.  I honestly would’ve rather seen them take a lady or two home.  Plus they kinda kept me from hitting on guys to find a nice rebound fuck.  I knew they meant well, but damn I’m gonna need to go out by myself and show them I’m ok.  Maybe then I can get them to focus on themselves when we go out.

April 17, 2021

Dear diary,
Well last night sucked.  I decided to go out by myself like I told you, and I picked the wrong night and wrong place to go.  I don’t know if they saw me, but I saw Quinten with who I’m guessing is Winston at a bar in a booth.  If they did see me, they didn’t say two words to me all night, thank god.  I couldn’t help but keep looking at them all night.  I’m trying to be the bigger man, but the shit Winston pulled on Quinten just pisses me right off.  It pisses me off when I just see stories of it online, let alone when I’m affected personally by it.  I really need a rebound to clear my mind... and my balls.

April 25, 2021

Dear diary,
Well I’m officially over Quinten now.  Nah, still haven’t gotten laid yet.  It’s as they say, time walks all wounds.  I went to a club tonight and ran into Quinten again.  He wasn’t with Winston, so maybe that helped, but Quinten and I talked.  He and Winston are engaged, and I told him I was happy for him.  And you know what?  I am.  I’m tired of being petty and butthurt that Winston can just come back like nothing ever happened between him and Quinten.  If Quinten is happy with Winston, then you know what?  That’s good enough for me.  He just better not come crawling back to me.  :P  He did say he’d invite me to the wedding.  You know I’m showing up to that.  Support them and see if I can find any cute guys to take home.  Don’t know when that will be.  Probably years from now.  There’s still a lot of planning to do.  I wonder if I’ll ever get married one day.  I know Nega never will, saying that the statistics don’t support that decision.  Billy might if he can ever find somebody to spend more than a night or two with, and even those are infrequent.  Me, I think I’d like to one day, but not yet.  I’ve still got too much party in me to settle down.  Unless he’s got a nice ass or big cock that I can’t get enough of.  I know, I’m such a shallow bitch, but I don’t care.  I have my needs and I’m gonna fill them as best as I can.

May 4, 2021

Dear Diary,
I hate this day every year. May The Fourth.  You have to pretend you’re a Star Wars fan, which I’m not, or be treated like a social pariah.  Hell, sometimes you get treated like that for not knowing all the memes and references.  Like Billy knows almost all of them and has seen those movies a half dozen times each e says.  Nega... Nega can quote the fucking things from start to finish almost.  So guess what’s on our tv from the time we wake up to the time we go to bed?  Star Wars.  Groan!!!!  And it’ll be talked about off and on all night at the clubs!  And don’t even tell people you don’t like Star Wars!  They look at you like you’ve got snakes attached to your face.  It’s ok though because I’ll go out tomorrow.  Cinco De Mayo!  It’s an excuse to go out and down tequila like it’s going out of style.  I know I know... it’s to celebrate some Mexican victory over the French and some fort... but I really don’t care.  For me, it’s a party night, so party I shall!

May 7, 2021

Dear diary,
The cycle has started anew.  I’m back out at clubs trying to score my next piece of tail or dick.  It feels good to get back out and have my mind right.  I’m gonna take Nega and Billy our soon on my mission to get them some girls.  Also the RSVP for Quinten and Winston’s wedding came in the mail today.  Those two work fast.  The wedding is at the end of the month.  I think I already know what I’m gonna wear.  A baby pink polo shirt with my purple silk vest, some black slacks and a black fedora to pull the look together.  This wedding though... I wonder if I had enough time with Quinten if it would’ve been me instead of Winston.  That actually would have been nice.  Quinten is a sweet guy, and I honestly miss having him in my life.  I wonder if I’ll have my own Quinten one day.  Hopefully, but only time will tell.