My other half (non-fiction)
I stopped believing on that silly story of one day finding Prince Charming, although I have seen that to some guys it is turns out to be real… when they have it in front of them… he doesn’t have the charms wanted (ring a bell?).
So, to shut my big ass mouth, life (obviously what else) prepared me one of those moments where drama was absolutely justified and it was actually required for what happened to me. It is fair to leave clear that: (I hate any trace of tears, watery eyes, red eyes, and let’s don’t even mention one tear running down anyone’s face because I become a heartless bitch right then and there. in my book those shows are private, no matter how painful it may be).
With that said, let’s go to the juicy facts: exactly 2 years and 3 days ago (how’s that for record keeping huh? and luck) I logged on to a well-known gay website, not even 3 minutes after I logged in I and I saw this hot looking guy on line, almost my height, I am 6’ 2” he is 6, slim but tight, very nice body, pretty nice legs, an astounding booty, beautiful face… like front cover beautiful, and underwear-model size of bulge (larger actually). I read his profile, saw the requirements… and I thought this is mine. I am exactly what he was looking to find on line.
I messaged him, and sent him one or two images extra, to keep him interested. We chatted a little bit, then he asked me if he could call me, I was on THE idea, so I gave him my number and three minutes later my phone was ringing. He has a nice voice, it is very easy going, zero pose, a professional charmer, that’s for sure. We agreed to meet in my apartment, he was going to stop by his place take a shower and ready.
I did what I had to do, luckily for me that long and tedious part of being a bottom was completed and I kept fasting, in case I would find someone I like, but I was hungry to be honest. (I didn’t have the slightest idea of the monster I was going to have to engulf in few minutes) I organized my room a little, and I was not prepared to what was coming.
He knocked at my door, I opened, and I saw that beautiful face, and I got nervous, it was far more than what I was expecting. I am not exaggerating at all. I could hardly believe I was going to get in bed with that monument of a man (people say I am handsome, and perhaps they are right, I just don’t feel comfortable complimenting myself, I think it’s odd, and self-centered. All I will say is that I am not ugly, and truth is I have nice shape, I am kind of tall, nice legs, ass, nice face, naturally straight teeth, thick lips, naturally smooth from everywhere [yes even from there I am hairless] except the right areas, not bald, eyebrows, beard, pits and pubes) I honestly could not give credit I was going to surrender my booty in few minutes to him.
I tried to act normally, but my mouth betrayed me, it was dry as a desert, and he noticed it, he asked me:
“everything all right?”
just a little bit nervous, I said;
he replied: yeah me too!
oh for real? I asked and thought (you nervous of what? you can have any guy at any moment effortlessly; by the snap of your fingers) and that was true because he is not only very handsome, he has the best interpersonal skills ever conceived, and if there is something that draws me in a person is good manners, I don’t care if you swear or not, I am a sucker for pretty people, with nice manners, well spoken, and more attributes. In my mind I was drooling, I swear, I offered something to drink politely said: no thanks (that made me raise my eyebrows, for how uncommon that is) we got in my room and we sat for a second.
We tried fruitlessly to establish a conversation, pointless. I was looking at him like in limbo.. and he asked, are you ok? I just grabbed him by the chin and started kissing him, something he did not oppose and actually replied with a deeper, more passionate kiss. I rarely get a rival for a match of kissing, but he was FORMIDABLE! We stood up while kissing to unbutton our jeans, and we only broke the kiss to lift the front of out tshirts, I helped him with his and he with mine. I was only in my trunks and so was he. I began to lay on the bed and pulled him with me to end on my back right under him. His kissing skills were on point, I loved the feeling of his skin against mine, but I began to have a clue of the dimensions of the monster I was going to deal with. He doesn’t have a big dick… he has a HUGE dick, which (for what I saw he liked me) got hard like steel, long (like 9.75 in easily) and thick as fuck, my index and thumb don’t reach each other when he is hard.
I began to pull off his underwear while we kept busy kissing, then he pulled off mine… and we were at last naked with one another… exploring our bodies, learning about them, enjoying ourselves. He is a great lover not only for all his physical attributes, kissing skills and overall beauty, but because he has one thing very clear, sex it is not a one way street, but a both ways, and one must be really attentive to the gestures of the other to figure out if one is doing well or not. He cares about his sexual partner, he makes sure his partner is enjoying at every step of the way, and I am just like that. I am of the idea that, if my partner is not enjoying, I can’t enjoy myself.
Having those concepts well understood, without having to teach the other person that this is a “for two” equation made all the difference imaginable. He made me feel pleasure without having sex yet, like I had forgotten I could feel. Between kisses, I confess I wish I could die like this, he was surprised, I told him… it is a compliment, to be in his arms was like being in paradise, I manipulated him to get him in the way I wanted because I wanted to give him head (and also wanted to know how I was going to do it) so I started, and he loved it, I forced a little his head in my throat… little by little to prevent to hurt him, but made sure he was turning his eyes white from giving him head.
I achieved my goal … once I had him very turned on, I went immediately to his lips and started kissing him and got him on me. I was ready and willing to face my destiny. I just asked him be gentle (it was actually unnecessary) because no matter how gentle he was hurt like a bitch. We tried once, hurt. Second intent, more progress but not great. I am not k**ding when I say he was hard as steel. After few minutes we tried again… it hurt to be honest, but we got some progress.
There was pain, true, but at least he was partly inside, I asked him to wait until I got a little more used to him. He understood and while my legs were up on his shoulders, he kept pushing his meat inside of me, it was hurting to be honest, but I had to resist.
He must have seen my face and asked me… do want me to stop? and I said NO, I am hurting you he said.
True; I replied; but after this it will be less painful every time (thinking myself even if I have to dig the whole planet earth looking for a treasure to support this one, but he’s worth it) hoping this was not going to the only occasion I would see him, we continued going at it…. At some moments he was on me, at others I was riding him, and so on.
Later he got soft after nutting… I think it was the third time that evening… so I decided to give some mouth to mouth respiration
That certainly help a lot… I made sure he would get so desperate and try to to shove his whole dick in my mouth…. But no he did not, I continued for another hour or hour and a half.. once he was really hard, I jumped on him… and began to ride him… something he enjoys a lot.
I kept going at it … riding enjoying my self like a k** on a candy shop. I offered him something to drink… just water… and we kept in bed kissing. Who knows how, but he perceived as a safe place or that I was with a decent person… but little by little he yawned, and without much preamble he fell asleep before that he was cold… of all the sweat we poured.
We fell asleep early type of 1130 … and we had sex like crazy.. certainly was unable to fall asleep with him next to me… I just could not give credit I had this guy next to me who felt comfortable enough to fall asleep in my place without any issue. But that was the reality. I just had to swallow it up.
I decided to be the bigger spoon but I made sure I grabbed his dick like making a shell and finally I fell asleep next to him. It was such a great feeling to have his skin against mine, I wanted to ask him to marry me right then and there (far too emotional for my standards that’s for sure) but it was the chemistry, the attraction, everything I could have ever wished in a guy.
Next morning, he woke up and right after I did it myself, he asked me if he could take a shower, naturally I replied he got in the shower… and I wanted a good bye session, which he didn’t feel very into the idea… so I prepared myself to walk him to the door, and kiss him good bye.
Later that day… he messaged me… he had an amazing time being with me, and since the attraction between us was such he wanted to say thanks for being myself. I was a person with whom he could fall in love in a blink, however… he did not believe in the love between two men, and his religion forbade him to execute this type of episodes since it is against human nature and against god’s wishes.
It is unnecessary to mention that I had to dig a hole on the ground for my jaw to fall deep enough and I genuinely could not give credit to what I was reading.
In the end I accepted whatever decision he made for the sole fact that … not matter what I would say, he was going to go back to the beginning.
I took it as it was, the one who could have been and had to let go…. That was frustrating.
So, to shut my big ass mouth, life (obviously what else) prepared me one of those moments where drama was absolutely justified and it was actually required for what happened to me. It is fair to leave clear that: (I hate any trace of tears, watery eyes, red eyes, and let’s don’t even mention one tear running down anyone’s face because I become a heartless bitch right then and there. in my book those shows are private, no matter how painful it may be).
With that said, let’s go to the juicy facts: exactly 2 years and 3 days ago (how’s that for record keeping huh? and luck) I logged on to a well-known gay website, not even 3 minutes after I logged in I and I saw this hot looking guy on line, almost my height, I am 6’ 2” he is 6, slim but tight, very nice body, pretty nice legs, an astounding booty, beautiful face… like front cover beautiful, and underwear-model size of bulge (larger actually). I read his profile, saw the requirements… and I thought this is mine. I am exactly what he was looking to find on line.
I messaged him, and sent him one or two images extra, to keep him interested. We chatted a little bit, then he asked me if he could call me, I was on THE idea, so I gave him my number and three minutes later my phone was ringing. He has a nice voice, it is very easy going, zero pose, a professional charmer, that’s for sure. We agreed to meet in my apartment, he was going to stop by his place take a shower and ready.
I did what I had to do, luckily for me that long and tedious part of being a bottom was completed and I kept fasting, in case I would find someone I like, but I was hungry to be honest. (I didn’t have the slightest idea of the monster I was going to have to engulf in few minutes) I organized my room a little, and I was not prepared to what was coming.
He knocked at my door, I opened, and I saw that beautiful face, and I got nervous, it was far more than what I was expecting. I am not exaggerating at all. I could hardly believe I was going to get in bed with that monument of a man (people say I am handsome, and perhaps they are right, I just don’t feel comfortable complimenting myself, I think it’s odd, and self-centered. All I will say is that I am not ugly, and truth is I have nice shape, I am kind of tall, nice legs, ass, nice face, naturally straight teeth, thick lips, naturally smooth from everywhere [yes even from there I am hairless] except the right areas, not bald, eyebrows, beard, pits and pubes) I honestly could not give credit I was going to surrender my booty in few minutes to him.
I tried to act normally, but my mouth betrayed me, it was dry as a desert, and he noticed it, he asked me:
“everything all right?”
just a little bit nervous, I said;
he replied: yeah me too!
oh for real? I asked and thought (you nervous of what? you can have any guy at any moment effortlessly; by the snap of your fingers) and that was true because he is not only very handsome, he has the best interpersonal skills ever conceived, and if there is something that draws me in a person is good manners, I don’t care if you swear or not, I am a sucker for pretty people, with nice manners, well spoken, and more attributes. In my mind I was drooling, I swear, I offered something to drink politely said: no thanks (that made me raise my eyebrows, for how uncommon that is) we got in my room and we sat for a second.
We tried fruitlessly to establish a conversation, pointless. I was looking at him like in limbo.. and he asked, are you ok? I just grabbed him by the chin and started kissing him, something he did not oppose and actually replied with a deeper, more passionate kiss. I rarely get a rival for a match of kissing, but he was FORMIDABLE! We stood up while kissing to unbutton our jeans, and we only broke the kiss to lift the front of out tshirts, I helped him with his and he with mine. I was only in my trunks and so was he. I began to lay on the bed and pulled him with me to end on my back right under him. His kissing skills were on point, I loved the feeling of his skin against mine, but I began to have a clue of the dimensions of the monster I was going to deal with. He doesn’t have a big dick… he has a HUGE dick, which (for what I saw he liked me) got hard like steel, long (like 9.75 in easily) and thick as fuck, my index and thumb don’t reach each other when he is hard.
I began to pull off his underwear while we kept busy kissing, then he pulled off mine… and we were at last naked with one another… exploring our bodies, learning about them, enjoying ourselves. He is a great lover not only for all his physical attributes, kissing skills and overall beauty, but because he has one thing very clear, sex it is not a one way street, but a both ways, and one must be really attentive to the gestures of the other to figure out if one is doing well or not. He cares about his sexual partner, he makes sure his partner is enjoying at every step of the way, and I am just like that. I am of the idea that, if my partner is not enjoying, I can’t enjoy myself.
Having those concepts well understood, without having to teach the other person that this is a “for two” equation made all the difference imaginable. He made me feel pleasure without having sex yet, like I had forgotten I could feel. Between kisses, I confess I wish I could die like this, he was surprised, I told him… it is a compliment, to be in his arms was like being in paradise, I manipulated him to get him in the way I wanted because I wanted to give him head (and also wanted to know how I was going to do it) so I started, and he loved it, I forced a little his head in my throat… little by little to prevent to hurt him, but made sure he was turning his eyes white from giving him head.
I achieved my goal … once I had him very turned on, I went immediately to his lips and started kissing him and got him on me. I was ready and willing to face my destiny. I just asked him be gentle (it was actually unnecessary) because no matter how gentle he was hurt like a bitch. We tried once, hurt. Second intent, more progress but not great. I am not k**ding when I say he was hard as steel. After few minutes we tried again… it hurt to be honest, but we got some progress.
There was pain, true, but at least he was partly inside, I asked him to wait until I got a little more used to him. He understood and while my legs were up on his shoulders, he kept pushing his meat inside of me, it was hurting to be honest, but I had to resist.
He must have seen my face and asked me… do want me to stop? and I said NO, I am hurting you he said.
True; I replied; but after this it will be less painful every time (thinking myself even if I have to dig the whole planet earth looking for a treasure to support this one, but he’s worth it) hoping this was not going to the only occasion I would see him, we continued going at it…. At some moments he was on me, at others I was riding him, and so on.
Later he got soft after nutting… I think it was the third time that evening… so I decided to give some mouth to mouth respiration
That certainly help a lot… I made sure he would get so desperate and try to to shove his whole dick in my mouth…. But no he did not, I continued for another hour or hour and a half.. once he was really hard, I jumped on him… and began to ride him… something he enjoys a lot.
I kept going at it … riding enjoying my self like a k** on a candy shop. I offered him something to drink… just water… and we kept in bed kissing. Who knows how, but he perceived as a safe place or that I was with a decent person… but little by little he yawned, and without much preamble he fell asleep before that he was cold… of all the sweat we poured.
We fell asleep early type of 1130 … and we had sex like crazy.. certainly was unable to fall asleep with him next to me… I just could not give credit I had this guy next to me who felt comfortable enough to fall asleep in my place without any issue. But that was the reality. I just had to swallow it up.
I decided to be the bigger spoon but I made sure I grabbed his dick like making a shell and finally I fell asleep next to him. It was such a great feeling to have his skin against mine, I wanted to ask him to marry me right then and there (far too emotional for my standards that’s for sure) but it was the chemistry, the attraction, everything I could have ever wished in a guy.
Next morning, he woke up and right after I did it myself, he asked me if he could take a shower, naturally I replied he got in the shower… and I wanted a good bye session, which he didn’t feel very into the idea… so I prepared myself to walk him to the door, and kiss him good bye.
Later that day… he messaged me… he had an amazing time being with me, and since the attraction between us was such he wanted to say thanks for being myself. I was a person with whom he could fall in love in a blink, however… he did not believe in the love between two men, and his religion forbade him to execute this type of episodes since it is against human nature and against god’s wishes.
It is unnecessary to mention that I had to dig a hole on the ground for my jaw to fall deep enough and I genuinely could not give credit to what I was reading.
In the end I accepted whatever decision he made for the sole fact that … not matter what I would say, he was going to go back to the beginning.
I took it as it was, the one who could have been and had to let go…. That was frustrating.
2 years ago