There was a straight, beautiful, buff, and bodacious 23 y.o. security guard coworker of mine by the name of Bryce. After 7 or so months, we started going out to the bars together every other week or so, and yes, as always, I respected him his heterosexuality until our fourth "date," when after 10 drinks he wooed me with the greatest pick-up line ever ... lol, "Maybe we should mess around together sometime, if you want." Needless to say, but that was our last drink there, as I bought a 12-pack, and we walked 3 blocks to the nearest Best Western hotel.
I kept it all oral the first two times, swallowing multiple loads, but on the third date he wanted to bottom. I told him that it would hurt, to which he replied, "I know, but I've been practicing with a really big carrot." It wasn't until 6 dates later that he asked to top me, and of course, not wanting to be a selfish top, I did acquiesce to his beautiful 7" cut cock. Out of our entire 9-month tryst, I bottomed for him exactly 3 times, and 3 times he always pulled out to shoot his load on my belly and chest (twice) or on my back. Lol ... I thought it was weird, but I never said anything. I miss him whispering to me at work, "I saw your cum on my poop this morning."
Great guy, and I even let him move in and live with my son and I for almost 5 months (lol, almost lesbian in such a rushed time). Sadly, I had to give him Das Boot, because he was a mood-swinging bi-polar drunkard that drank every single night!!! My son didn't need to be subjected to his loud, drunken crying jags or manic laughter. This was all pre-Covid, and now the Fates have deemed us to both to be being single in these trying times. No bar excursions these days, but I do accept his booty calls after 10 p.m. to come over and let us enjoy one another's nakedness. Sadly, no overnighters or anal ... YET!!! Lol ... I remember once upon a time, it used to be AIDS that we were worried about, but before we hooked up the first time after so long, I made him take one of those nasal lobotomy Covid-19 tests. His drinking has apparently subsided, but maybe that's because he has to drive 12 miles to get to my house.
We don't have Uber in our rural neck of the woods, but we do have one overpriced taxi for the entire county that is also subsidized by the state to prevent drunk driving. It's nice to enjoy now 26 y.o. Brycie. Of course, I gained 12 Covid pounds, but Bryce has lost 3 lbs. working out at home and just becoming more defined! Maybe I do want him back, as he's earning more money working on a construction team, apprenticing masonry. Lol ... I just don't know. He blames me for making him gay!!! We all know that the bi-curiosity was always there, and I was just here to sate his curiosities. Do I, and I quote the Clash, "Do I stay or do I go now?"
