Woah, another year has passed, and man, where are we now. Reading this i was so young and damn not thinking at all. I dont wanna repeat my self, but i enjoy re-reading the things ive said. DAMN.
And hello, one year later. Damn, the time flies fast, right? This boy, that ive crushed, its now a completely new person. He is in a happy family, or portraying a happy family, with his kid and wife. I would like to say that im jealous, but i know deep hard that this will not end up well. Someone will get hurt. For sure, and im not ready.
Since the last time weve meet, we talked on/off for a quite some time. Some basics things, like, how is your wife, family, work... sending pictures of the city, porch, his DIYs etc etc. Then for like 4-5 months we stopped.. I felt like, this is the end and deal with it. But i think, i could deal with the feeling that he is not around me, but the feelings of missing him everyday is what drained me. Like, its hard to explain, im not used to the feeling of missing him. And, i couldnt deal with that anymore. One night i dmd him, saying only "i miss you.(yes like in the movies).. After that i went to bed and felt like a rock felt out of my heart when i dmd that. The next morning he called me, we talked like idk probably 5-10 minutes. Nothing special. He didnt respond to the i miss you text. Im sure that he was ignoring that text. After that, again days, weeks has passed, i started to live my life, to get over him. I meet up with some friends, hang out, meet some girls, was in situation-ship for like a month or two.
And you know guys, the feeling when you are stuck "in time", just because one person. Like, you hope everyday that a person like him/she will come again. And you hope, hope and hope. And years are passing. I couldn't get this feeling out of me for a long time, and yet i hoped. Watching his stories on Instagram, smiling, family picnics, damn.
And new year has passed. I've received a text from him - "happy new year". Seeing his notification after a long time in my messages, the feeling i cant describe. Goosebumps, stomach drop, butterflies, all at once. I was so excited, and ive called him, and of course invited him to my town, for the weekend. He complained a little bit, saying that he cant leave his wife, and i was okaay with that. But, he invited me to come and spend a weekend in his house with his family. And of course without thinking about the aftermath, i said yes ill be there. Damn man. When i saw them, kissing her randomly on the cheeks, giving her little pecks, was so hard for me. Didnt think about that. After the dinner i went to my room, packed my things and said i've something important (im not sure what ive said cus i was panicking a lot). After few hours, i got a text, saying "u good?".... How can i be good? I was at my lowest i think. and yet responded with "yea yea im good, dont worry". Then nothing. Few weeks later, i called him again, and invited him over, cus i reallly missed him. And this time, he said yes.
The joy, the happiness, i cant describe it. He was here, ive welcomed him, and instantly when we enter my apartment, we started to hug. I rembember hugging him so hard i feel liike his bones maybe popped. Then we made some coffee and didnt plan to go anywhere. We facetimed his wife of course, the kid was looking for his dad, and i knew that he will go home tomorrow. We again chatted about our lives, ive told all my feelings for him, and he was said, "im scared if we ever end up like the guys from the movie". (the movie brokeback mountain). We should keep distance, we should get used to the feelings of missing each other.I knew that i didnt want to be his fuck buddy, nor did he. Thinking with our brains, thinking about what other people will say, our families,is what brings us here. That night, we promised to eachother, that we gonna change something about us. Moving into the same city, living close, that what weve decided. I dont know how long it would take for our dreams to be fulfilled, but we have motivation.
We talked about our past, how he felt, how he was lost because of me. Damn if i knew at that time, if he shared his feelings with me, it would be so different now. But we have to live like this now. Who knows whats next for us. Its like rollercoaster of emotions. The straight dude with a wife, from town, is so soft.
The juicy parts of the night.
That night was full with emotions. We watched some movies, and we laughed about the time we used to wrestle. i enjoyed his presence, next to me. Weve just enjoyed. You know when you are next to somebody, and you want to freeze the time. Thats how i felt. Few hours later, i had to take a shower. I enter the bathroom, doing my routine (poping). Few minutes later i hear footsteps outside of my door, then he opened the door slightly asking if he can join me. Knowing that he is in front of the door gave me boner. He entered, started to take out his clothes, and next thing i know, we were facing each other naked, wet. I immediately started to kiss him, on the neck, behind his ears, and he started to moan. I felt his warm breath on my cheeks. We started playing with our dicks, i sucked him, he did too, then he turned me around and teased me with his dick on my butcheeks. After some play in the bathroom we went straight to my room, completely wet, with our dicks up. We were on the bed and i was already "cold". He was on top of me kissing me, then he whispered in my ear, "i want to feel you inside of me". I was so shocked about what ive heard. Ive stared to finger him, and he started do moan quietly, shy. He was hard as a rock. He was so horny, he was saying, "cmon i want to feel you". I was in. He was so tight. The warmth that i felt when i was inside of him. After a while he was enjoying it too much. We switched positions, he was so talented i was in shock. He was riding my dick like crazy. Going in circles, while playing with my nipples, while kissing me. He was so good. After a while, we switched positions, i was the bottom and i swear ive drained him. We were fucking so hard, that sweat was coming out of us. He cummed in my ass, i cummed on his chest area. Then we started to make out and we had to take another shower. We were naked the whole time. Having the dad body makes him even hotter now. He has soft boobs, soft stomach, and his ass, is the hottest thing ever i swear.
The next day, he packed his bags and we kissed again, holding our pinkies, promising, that we are going to talk and text every day. We meet on parkings somewhere at the middle, having rough steamy sex in the car, for a month right now.
