The Education of Cassius Forrest

Its been a long time between posts, so I will get you up to date briefly.

We hit a sweet period sleeping over lots and dinners etc.  I was scared it was because his birthday was coming up and just wanted to be spoilt. I did spoil him.  I'm glad I did, it showed him who I am,  but I didn't get what I wanted from it, he doesnt lie, and said he didn't want a relationship, just liked me, wanted to have me in his life, and thought I was super decent.
After one final dinner with some of my friends I decided not to text him any more, I was up to him to decided he wanted me.  I was right he didn't make any effort.  We would occaionally chat.
He then did something that really pissed me off we went to lunch with my brother without letting me know.  I was so annoyed I went and had lunch at his brothers restaurant the next day and met his brother, it made me feel much better.  He messed with my head alot and I got very down about not being loved back the way I wanted to be.
Then on Christmas he spent a few hours with me, having rough kinky sex, so I find it interesting he spent his birthday and christmas with me.

I saw him the day after with a female friend of mine, who really didn't like him.
the next night we saw each other in Arq and I choose to igonor him.  I'm gald I did.  But I noticed that his friends didn't look very glamorous, and are perhaps a pack of druggie loosers.  He is overseas now on a drug holiday, and I am very happy with things.  I think I have found the first chink in his armor.  I think I have found what his attraction to me is based,  I am a fucking classy guy, and think he has figured out he will never met another guy like me.  I can see big problems on the horizon for us.  He would have to ditch all of his friendship group for us to be able to move on.  Finally I have something  on him.  My friends are off the ritcher scale better people than what his look like.

I never knew why a sexy guy with a six pack was wanting to fuck with me. I was 128 kg when we first met.  I am down to 117, I have lost 11 kg in 3 months.  I still have a fair bit to go.

Im lucky I have a killer face, a real hollywood movie star face, that people go ape shit for, and my body is very mascaline, very manly, big shoulder, big legs, huge balls, best arse in Sydney, well proportioned and athletic.

And then peace and calm came to me.  I have a sexy porn star fuck bud, who I get along with very well, who keeps coming back for more.  Why am I whinging???  Sure I want more.  but hey buddy I am a big fatty, I should be greatful for how much attention he gives me and the way he loves me.

he has taught me so many lessons these last 4 months.  How to throw away food was first, how to keep my apartment clean and stream lined, how to not get depressed and chase down what I want from life.  He has motivated me to get fit.

A sexy past fuck bud told me he wasn't attracted to me because I was not fit and too nice.  He wants a bad boy.  I realise now that I am going to have to turn myself into a mountain to climb for my guy to want to own this.  He has made him self into a mountain for me, and I feel lucky to have him, but I was a push over for him.  Hopefully in two months I can be in the weight range I want to be.  Then with body confidence will come the attitude to go with it.  Then hopefully he will realise what he has in front of him.  He is a big game player, I am going to have to learn a few of my own to keep him interested.
People are already offereing me money for sex, its so funny, being seen as a hotty.  My brain has gone into over drive, I need to fuck with my guys head, but im still not sure how yet.