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So I have this friend. I met him about a year ago at another friend's house when we were all swimming. He and his wife were there. Couldn't help noticing how hot he was. Not so much like a buff god or anything, he's just...beautiful. He was introduced as having a really huge cock too, so I immediately nicknamed him 'Horsecock', but for this thread we'll call him Jack. People would joke about how big it was, like you couldn't stand near him in the pool because it would wrap around your leg like a snake. I could care less about that, although as a pornographer I did immediately want to use him in a video if possible. This was shot down by his new wife of 2 months (at the time), who was very jealous. She doesn't want anyone sharing in the joy, even if it's just in a solo video and there's no one else in it.
So we became close friends, and I noticed immediately that they fought constantly. Either one of them would flip out at the slightest thing. She's pretty stupid...utterly intellectually uninterested in anything. She should pretty much just watch Oprah all day, if Oprah isn't above her level. Springer is prolly more her speed. But I loved hanging around him so I put up with her.
Jack and I got closer and closer, and one day he admitted he was bi.
Sometime after that I had a party, and she was off someplace else, I believe they were having a trial separation, and he stayed after everyone went home. We ended up cuddling on a futon and I believe we even kissed...like a little peck. We were both really drunk so I don't wholly remember but I know we got close.
Then I went on a roadtrip (it was a goodbye party), and 3 weeks later when I got back it turned out he had been sent to afghanistan. I thought I'd never see him again.
However when he got back a few months ago, his wife got in touch. I didn't see them much. Just twice in maybe like 2 months. Second time, it turned out that she was pregnant. She didn't want the kid, but he did. They only came over long enough to pick up a mattress and they brought a friend with them so Jack and I couldn't talk much, but I sensed that something was there. I could tell he'd been thinking about what happened right before he left.
Then, like a month later, I invite them to a party. Jack texts back "I need 2 c u".
When they show up they've come from another party where Jack has got sloshed. He's super touchy-feely. He corrals me into the empty kitchen and starts to hug me tight and says "I've missed you." We start kissing each other on the cheek rather intensely and before you know it we're making out. Just for a second, it's like we're both surprised, but it also feels natural and inevitable. I look at him with a very serious expression and say, "Yeah, it's like that."
He keeps his hands on me the rest of the night, saying stuff like "I love this guy!" and felling up my nipples and holding on to my ass. So much so that one of the other marines at the party actually feels compelled to say "You guys are making me feel a little uncomfortable." And it's not even insulting...he's super open-minded watching one of his fellow marines pretty much feel up a dude in front of him, but the level of PDA would be high for any couple. I would have prolly said something like "Jeez, get a room!" We made out again a little later.
Now here's where I have to mention, I am not a home-wrecking creep who can't keep his hands off married men. This is a marriage that is 100% guaranteed not to work out. The baby she's carrying is 5 months along, he's been back from Iraq for 4 months. While he was over there she cheated on him twice that he knows of. I happen to know for a fact that she's in love with someone else. She flat out told me that she was thinking of getting a divorce and giving up the baby for adoption because she doesn't want it. I'm not breaking up a happy marriage...I feel more like I'm giving a buddy the confidence to leave an unhappy marriage before he ends up paying paternity for a kid that is not even his. All of our mutural friends are working to get them apart for his own good.
Anyway, a few days after that I'm over at their house and I'm trying to be good and not disrespect this girl in her own house, no matter what my opinion of her is. However at one point while she and I are in the living room, he calls me into the bedroom to 'show me the new bed set they just bought." He's laying there shirtless in pajama bottoms and I can feel the attraction. I feel up his balls and give him a quick kiss and scoot out of there before I do aomething that's gonna get us both in trouble.
So we end up at a few parties together after that, and go bowling a couple times. We're close, not kissing again but definitely close. He's always feeling up my butt and playing with my junk whenever he can get away with it. At one party she's being a real bitch and he and I end up alone on the front porch. I sat behind him and put my arms around him and pulled him in close, kissing him lightly on the back of the neck and then giving him an intense backrub. She makes him leave (because she wanted to fuck) but he didn't want to go. Our last handshake, it was almost like he didn't want to let go.
OK now we're getting to the good stuff:
About two weeks later he shows up at the bar I'm always at, with his wife. She's 20 but she can go to this bar because it has a rec center attached, we can get beer in the adult part and then hang with her in the rec center. After the bar closes we're going to head to a friend's to play in his pool. Back at their place Jack lends me a pair of his swim trunks, and while she's changing in the bathroom he steals a little kiss from me. Instantly I'm hard, and I grab his hand and make him feel my dick. I'm like, "This is what you do to me." He says "Oh really, just wait till tomorrow."
Then on the way to our friend's house she's driving, he's in the passenger seat and I'm in the back seat. He actually reaches back and starts feeling up my concrete-hard cock. And we're all having a conversation like everything's totally normal, but only he and I know he's giving me a handjob in the back seat through my swim trunks. Surely that was one of the most intense experiences of my life.
Until the next day, when he comes over to borrow my computer. I purposefully get in the shower and leave the door open. And of course when I'm out and drying off he suddenly shows up at the open door. I forget what he said, but in a neverous voice I tell him, "You know when you were playing with my dick in the back seat last night? Well the wood you gave me only went a way like an hour ago. If it had been from taking Viagra I would have had to go to the doctor because my erection would have lasted for more than four hours."
He says, "Do I really turn you on that much?!"
I'm like, "Pretty much."
He says, "What if I touch it now?" And grabs my dick, which responds verrrry quickly. "Come on in your office," he says, and gets down on his knees and starts giving me head.
Now one thing you have to know about me is that I a serious exhibitionist, so being totally naked while a fully clothed marine goes down on me would be just unbelievabley hawt no mater what, the fact that he's so beautiful and also someone I have intense feelings for puts it over the top. I'm just reeling in shock. Something like winning the lottery.
And he sucks at giving head. He is so bad at it, no matter how enthusiastic he might be, that I start losing my boner. So I lie and say, "I can't get off with just a BJ no matter how long you do that, here let me do you instead."
I pull down his pants, and see his dick for the first time. It's long, beautiful, and uncut. I've never played with an uncut dick before and it's awesomely new and different. The fact that it's like 8 inches soft doesn't hurt, either. I go to work, he's hard pretty quick too, and pretty soon he's moaning heavily. I was worried that it would grown to unmanagable proportions but he's def a shower not a grower...it stayed pretty much the same size and just got hard.
He says I could give a few tips to his wife, which is kind of a weird thing to say but I just take it as a compliment...I'm better than she is so that's a good thing I guess. Not really surprising...not only do I have more practice but also I care way more about him than she does. I don't even care about my own pleasure...my sole focus is on giving him an awesome BJ. Unfortunately we didn't have that long before she was gonna come pick him up again so I had to go for speed rather than quality, but I was able to get him right off. I let him cum in my mouth, the first guy that's ever done that. Loved every bit of it.
At one point he laments that we don't have condoms or lube. I'm not sure whether he wants to fuck me or me to fuck him...either way, I also wish we had condoms and lube. Although it's just as well there's no way we would have had time.
Two days later I said something stoopid that set her off (unrelated, I was trying to get him to come out to a bar and I had girls with me and she got jealous of the girls...if she only knew). She may not love him and she may be carrying someone else's baby, but she is still an insecure, jealous person and she keeps him under lock and key. So I didn't get to see him for about 2 weeks.
Finally we worked it out--I'm really nice to her which may seem false but I have to be to get to see him--and I went over to their place last Friday. We drank some, and at one point Jack and I are in the kichen and I come up and ram him from behind. He responds by grinding his ass into my crotch like we're doing it doggy style.
Later he's in the kitchen again and I invent an excuse to go in there. There's a certain type of alcohol that I like I find out he's been holding out on me, so I pretend to be upset and tell him that he has to make it up to me. I grab him and start making out with him. We hold each other tight and exchange some saliva. When we're done I say "One more time" and grab about 10 more seconds. Unfortunatey I have to be honest, he can't kiss worth shit either. Dammit!
Then we watch a movie and all pass out. She goes into their bedroom, he's passed out on a chair, and since I'm the last to go I take a minute to just stare at him sleeping. He's so beautiful in every way, and watching him sleep there I realize...I'm totally in love with this fucker.
OK now is where it gets confusing:
The next day we wake up late in the afternoon. I have to go home because I have a SemperFuck update to post. He drives me back to my place, and is real quiet. I'd love to bring him inside for a quick BJ, but he's being all stand-offish. I try to make some conversation but it's not taking. When I get out of the car we shake hands, that's it. Sometimes guys regret what they do, he may be feeling guilty, and I don't want to push it and lose it forever.
There's a party we're both at later that night, and he won't look me in the eye. Every other party we're at I have to worry about him being too forward, grabbing my ass and playing with my balls in front of everyone...this time he says maybe 2 sentences to me. Says he's tired, which I understand and am surely sympathetic to...but he won't even look me in the eye something is up and she notices as well.
After the party I spend the night at their house. He's cold when he leaves for duty (he has duty really early which sucks), and just says "Deuces." I can tell he's pissed. He slams the door.
I text him, when he gets off duty he shold come by my place. "Why, what's up?" I tell him no reason, but a brother helping a bother relieve some stress which he knows I'm good at (who knews who'll see the text I'm trying hard to be clear but keep it safe). No reply.
Yesterday (Monday) a buddy of mine who is also a good friend of theirs gets back from Iraq. We're all going to hang out. Jack's too tired.
Tonight his wife texts me, wants to know if we're getting together. I say yes and suggest my place because I have more space, a fire pit, a beer pong table etc. I hear from her that Jack's reaction is "Nope, not going over there, fuck that." Not even to see his buddy that's been gone for 7 months? She's actually so concerened at this point that she asks me to call her. She's can tell there's some issue between us and she's concerned that he's hiding something. She can tell there's some big change in him.
I told her that it was more important that he see his friend that just got back, if he doesn't want to come over that's fine I'll go over there, and in fact if he doesn't want to see me at all they should still hang out with their buddy and I'll stay home. I'm not selfish, I know they miss each other and I'm a big boy...I can wait till shit blows over, I know for a fact we're too close for any problems to be permanent. Part of me really wants to confront the situation head on, but sometimes its better to just wait things out...If I don't fuck things up worse eventually he start to miss me and I can deal with it then. On the other hand, I don't want him to think I'm igniring him cuz I don't care.
Later though, she manages to convince him to come over. I'm pretty sure she mentioned that I was concerned and I think that moved him some. He's very friendly, gives me a big hug that reassures me that everything will be fine, and passes out on my couch.
I'm talking with her about the situation...which I agree seems weird but kep in mind the whole time I know that she's in love with someone else (who I think I've met because she was all over this guys at the club last Fri (got in with a fake ID) and is carrying someone else's child. They are gonna split up sooner rather than later, whether I'm part of this picture or not.
She says that he's changed, is tired all the time and doesn't want to go out and have fun like he used to. Sounds like depression to me. I ask how long this has been going on. "About 2 months." That's right about the time Jack and I started getting close.
So, that's the whole backstory. Here's what I'm dealing with right now:
I'm head over heels in love with this guy, but we shouldn't be together. He's only 21, I am 40. Next year he gets out of the marines and goes to college, and I can't follow. He's married, altough I'm sure that will be over as soon as he gets a paternity test on the kid there's always a slim chance it might actually turn out to be his. Can't kiss, can't suck dick. Hoping he's not a useless lay assuming I ever get to find out. Pretty sure I will.
But I'm so in love with this man the fact that he can't kiss or suck dick worth shit just seems like an opportunity for me to teach him how to do it right. I love him, I really do. Enough to do stupid things for love and make poor choices just to be with him one more time. Enough to ignore any advice telling me to run for the hills because it can't ever happen. I'm so in love I'm seneseless.
I would like to know what my boundaries are. I'm happy to have anything with this guy...last year when I met this amazing and hot young marine with a huge dick I never thought I'd get to touch him, much less suck his dick or make out with him. I've got more than I ever expected to get, and I'm happy. I don't want to lose the bird I have in hand by going for the two in the bush, right?
On the other hand, he's always been the one pushing it. He was the one grabbing my dick. He was the one that took me into my office and started going down on me, and had been planning it for days. Said he wished we could have full on sex. He certainly didn't pull away when I started making out with him in his kitchen, even though his wife was in the next room. He was the one giving me a handjob in the back seat while his wife was driving. He was the one grabbing me so intensely at parties that it made other marines uncomfortable.
Part of me thinks I went too far in making out with him Fri night. I meet a lot of marines that like to play, but there's no emotional attachment and making out is more boyfriend than fuckbuddy or friend with benefits...the other part thinks I didn't go far enough Sat. Maybe he was insulted that I didn't try anything when he drove me home. Maybe he thinks I rejected him, when in fact I was trying to give him space so he wouldn't feel threatened.
And part of me thinks it doesn't matter and I should just run right now, even if it hurts for a little but, because there's no way it can work and it'll just hurt worse down the road. But then maybe I should grab a litle bit of happiness while I can, because it is truly better to have loved and lost than to never have loved at all.
Like I said I'm not sure I need advice, 'cuz I think I have things pretty well in hand. However I'm coming to a fork in the road there and soon I'm going to find out which way we're going. I'll post updates as I try to work this hit out, and I figured I'd get the backstory out of the way. When I started writing this they hadn't come over yet and I wasn't sure if I was forgiven...I thought he was mad at me (and he may have been and got over it like I knew he would) and was pretty bummed about that and needed to pour my heart out. After writing down the whole thing like this I do feel a little more like he must have some serious feelings for me...does that seem obvious to you guys too? Or is it wishful thinking?
Now I'm pretty sure we'll be all good. I feel like I can be very honest with him. He was very up front about being bi, and we've obviously been super close. I will surely see him again this weekend, we always like to go out, and I'm going to take him aside and tell him that he needs to help me set my boundaries. If I'm going too far I want to know so I can pull back, if I'm not going far enough I need to know so I can step up. I'm lucky that I think this will actually be a pretty easy conversation to have with him. However, I will tell you right now my heart wants him to say, "Oh, you totally need to step up. I was hurt when you didn't invite me in last Sat, I would have fucked you senseless/wanted to have my ass plowed like a farm in Kansas." I would like to take the time to teach this wonderful man how to make out and suck cock the right way.
in my wildest, craziest [day]dreams, I hope that he loves me and wants to have a relationship. Even though I know that would probably be bad...I'm too besotted to care.
What do you think?
So we became close friends, and I noticed immediately that they fought constantly. Either one of them would flip out at the slightest thing. She's pretty stupid...utterly intellectually uninterested in anything. She should pretty much just watch Oprah all day, if Oprah isn't above her level. Springer is prolly more her speed. But I loved hanging around him so I put up with her.
Jack and I got closer and closer, and one day he admitted he was bi.
Sometime after that I had a party, and she was off someplace else, I believe they were having a trial separation, and he stayed after everyone went home. We ended up cuddling on a futon and I believe we even kissed...like a little peck. We were both really drunk so I don't wholly remember but I know we got close.
Then I went on a roadtrip (it was a goodbye party), and 3 weeks later when I got back it turned out he had been sent to afghanistan. I thought I'd never see him again.
However when he got back a few months ago, his wife got in touch. I didn't see them much. Just twice in maybe like 2 months. Second time, it turned out that she was pregnant. She didn't want the kid, but he did. They only came over long enough to pick up a mattress and they brought a friend with them so Jack and I couldn't talk much, but I sensed that something was there. I could tell he'd been thinking about what happened right before he left.
Then, like a month later, I invite them to a party. Jack texts back "I need 2 c u".
When they show up they've come from another party where Jack has got sloshed. He's super touchy-feely. He corrals me into the empty kitchen and starts to hug me tight and says "I've missed you." We start kissing each other on the cheek rather intensely and before you know it we're making out. Just for a second, it's like we're both surprised, but it also feels natural and inevitable. I look at him with a very serious expression and say, "Yeah, it's like that."
He keeps his hands on me the rest of the night, saying stuff like "I love this guy!" and felling up my nipples and holding on to my ass. So much so that one of the other marines at the party actually feels compelled to say "You guys are making me feel a little uncomfortable." And it's not even insulting...he's super open-minded watching one of his fellow marines pretty much feel up a dude in front of him, but the level of PDA would be high for any couple. I would have prolly said something like "Jeez, get a room!" We made out again a little later.
Now here's where I have to mention, I am not a home-wrecking creep who can't keep his hands off married men. This is a marriage that is 100% guaranteed not to work out. The baby she's carrying is 5 months along, he's been back from Iraq for 4 months. While he was over there she cheated on him twice that he knows of. I happen to know for a fact that she's in love with someone else. She flat out told me that she was thinking of getting a divorce and giving up the baby for adoption because she doesn't want it. I'm not breaking up a happy marriage...I feel more like I'm giving a buddy the confidence to leave an unhappy marriage before he ends up paying paternity for a kid that is not even his. All of our mutural friends are working to get them apart for his own good.
Anyway, a few days after that I'm over at their house and I'm trying to be good and not disrespect this girl in her own house, no matter what my opinion of her is. However at one point while she and I are in the living room, he calls me into the bedroom to 'show me the new bed set they just bought." He's laying there shirtless in pajama bottoms and I can feel the attraction. I feel up his balls and give him a quick kiss and scoot out of there before I do aomething that's gonna get us both in trouble.
So we end up at a few parties together after that, and go bowling a couple times. We're close, not kissing again but definitely close. He's always feeling up my butt and playing with my junk whenever he can get away with it. At one party she's being a real bitch and he and I end up alone on the front porch. I sat behind him and put my arms around him and pulled him in close, kissing him lightly on the back of the neck and then giving him an intense backrub. She makes him leave (because she wanted to fuck) but he didn't want to go. Our last handshake, it was almost like he didn't want to let go.
OK now we're getting to the good stuff:
About two weeks later he shows up at the bar I'm always at, with his wife. She's 20 but she can go to this bar because it has a rec center attached, we can get beer in the adult part and then hang with her in the rec center. After the bar closes we're going to head to a friend's to play in his pool. Back at their place Jack lends me a pair of his swim trunks, and while she's changing in the bathroom he steals a little kiss from me. Instantly I'm hard, and I grab his hand and make him feel my dick. I'm like, "This is what you do to me." He says "Oh really, just wait till tomorrow."
Then on the way to our friend's house she's driving, he's in the passenger seat and I'm in the back seat. He actually reaches back and starts feeling up my concrete-hard cock. And we're all having a conversation like everything's totally normal, but only he and I know he's giving me a handjob in the back seat through my swim trunks. Surely that was one of the most intense experiences of my life.
Until the next day, when he comes over to borrow my computer. I purposefully get in the shower and leave the door open. And of course when I'm out and drying off he suddenly shows up at the open door. I forget what he said, but in a neverous voice I tell him, "You know when you were playing with my dick in the back seat last night? Well the wood you gave me only went a way like an hour ago. If it had been from taking Viagra I would have had to go to the doctor because my erection would have lasted for more than four hours."
He says, "Do I really turn you on that much?!"
I'm like, "Pretty much."
He says, "What if I touch it now?" And grabs my dick, which responds verrrry quickly. "Come on in your office," he says, and gets down on his knees and starts giving me head.
Now one thing you have to know about me is that I a serious exhibitionist, so being totally naked while a fully clothed marine goes down on me would be just unbelievabley hawt no mater what, the fact that he's so beautiful and also someone I have intense feelings for puts it over the top. I'm just reeling in shock. Something like winning the lottery.
And he sucks at giving head. He is so bad at it, no matter how enthusiastic he might be, that I start losing my boner. So I lie and say, "I can't get off with just a BJ no matter how long you do that, here let me do you instead."
I pull down his pants, and see his dick for the first time. It's long, beautiful, and uncut. I've never played with an uncut dick before and it's awesomely new and different. The fact that it's like 8 inches soft doesn't hurt, either. I go to work, he's hard pretty quick too, and pretty soon he's moaning heavily. I was worried that it would grown to unmanagable proportions but he's def a shower not a grower...it stayed pretty much the same size and just got hard.
He says I could give a few tips to his wife, which is kind of a weird thing to say but I just take it as a compliment...I'm better than she is so that's a good thing I guess. Not really surprising...not only do I have more practice but also I care way more about him than she does. I don't even care about my own pleasure...my sole focus is on giving him an awesome BJ. Unfortunately we didn't have that long before she was gonna come pick him up again so I had to go for speed rather than quality, but I was able to get him right off. I let him cum in my mouth, the first guy that's ever done that. Loved every bit of it.
At one point he laments that we don't have condoms or lube. I'm not sure whether he wants to fuck me or me to fuck him...either way, I also wish we had condoms and lube. Although it's just as well there's no way we would have had time.
Two days later I said something stoopid that set her off (unrelated, I was trying to get him to come out to a bar and I had girls with me and she got jealous of the girls...if she only knew). She may not love him and she may be carrying someone else's baby, but she is still an insecure, jealous person and she keeps him under lock and key. So I didn't get to see him for about 2 weeks.
Finally we worked it out--I'm really nice to her which may seem false but I have to be to get to see him--and I went over to their place last Friday. We drank some, and at one point Jack and I are in the kichen and I come up and ram him from behind. He responds by grinding his ass into my crotch like we're doing it doggy style.
Later he's in the kitchen again and I invent an excuse to go in there. There's a certain type of alcohol that I like I find out he's been holding out on me, so I pretend to be upset and tell him that he has to make it up to me. I grab him and start making out with him. We hold each other tight and exchange some saliva. When we're done I say "One more time" and grab about 10 more seconds. Unfortunatey I have to be honest, he can't kiss worth shit either. Dammit!
Then we watch a movie and all pass out. She goes into their bedroom, he's passed out on a chair, and since I'm the last to go I take a minute to just stare at him sleeping. He's so beautiful in every way, and watching him sleep there I realize...I'm totally in love with this fucker.
OK now is where it gets confusing:
The next day we wake up late in the afternoon. I have to go home because I have a SemperFuck update to post. He drives me back to my place, and is real quiet. I'd love to bring him inside for a quick BJ, but he's being all stand-offish. I try to make some conversation but it's not taking. When I get out of the car we shake hands, that's it. Sometimes guys regret what they do, he may be feeling guilty, and I don't want to push it and lose it forever.
There's a party we're both at later that night, and he won't look me in the eye. Every other party we're at I have to worry about him being too forward, grabbing my ass and playing with my balls in front of everyone...this time he says maybe 2 sentences to me. Says he's tired, which I understand and am surely sympathetic to...but he won't even look me in the eye something is up and she notices as well.
After the party I spend the night at their house. He's cold when he leaves for duty (he has duty really early which sucks), and just says "Deuces." I can tell he's pissed. He slams the door.
I text him, when he gets off duty he shold come by my place. "Why, what's up?" I tell him no reason, but a brother helping a bother relieve some stress which he knows I'm good at (who knews who'll see the text I'm trying hard to be clear but keep it safe). No reply.
Yesterday (Monday) a buddy of mine who is also a good friend of theirs gets back from Iraq. We're all going to hang out. Jack's too tired.
Tonight his wife texts me, wants to know if we're getting together. I say yes and suggest my place because I have more space, a fire pit, a beer pong table etc. I hear from her that Jack's reaction is "Nope, not going over there, fuck that." Not even to see his buddy that's been gone for 7 months? She's actually so concerened at this point that she asks me to call her. She's can tell there's some issue between us and she's concerned that he's hiding something. She can tell there's some big change in him.
I told her that it was more important that he see his friend that just got back, if he doesn't want to come over that's fine I'll go over there, and in fact if he doesn't want to see me at all they should still hang out with their buddy and I'll stay home. I'm not selfish, I know they miss each other and I'm a big boy...I can wait till shit blows over, I know for a fact we're too close for any problems to be permanent. Part of me really wants to confront the situation head on, but sometimes its better to just wait things out...If I don't fuck things up worse eventually he start to miss me and I can deal with it then. On the other hand, I don't want him to think I'm igniring him cuz I don't care.
Later though, she manages to convince him to come over. I'm pretty sure she mentioned that I was concerned and I think that moved him some. He's very friendly, gives me a big hug that reassures me that everything will be fine, and passes out on my couch.
I'm talking with her about the situation...which I agree seems weird but kep in mind the whole time I know that she's in love with someone else (who I think I've met because she was all over this guys at the club last Fri (got in with a fake ID) and is carrying someone else's child. They are gonna split up sooner rather than later, whether I'm part of this picture or not.
She says that he's changed, is tired all the time and doesn't want to go out and have fun like he used to. Sounds like depression to me. I ask how long this has been going on. "About 2 months." That's right about the time Jack and I started getting close.
So, that's the whole backstory. Here's what I'm dealing with right now:
I'm head over heels in love with this guy, but we shouldn't be together. He's only 21, I am 40. Next year he gets out of the marines and goes to college, and I can't follow. He's married, altough I'm sure that will be over as soon as he gets a paternity test on the kid there's always a slim chance it might actually turn out to be his. Can't kiss, can't suck dick. Hoping he's not a useless lay assuming I ever get to find out. Pretty sure I will.
But I'm so in love with this man the fact that he can't kiss or suck dick worth shit just seems like an opportunity for me to teach him how to do it right. I love him, I really do. Enough to do stupid things for love and make poor choices just to be with him one more time. Enough to ignore any advice telling me to run for the hills because it can't ever happen. I'm so in love I'm seneseless.
I would like to know what my boundaries are. I'm happy to have anything with this guy...last year when I met this amazing and hot young marine with a huge dick I never thought I'd get to touch him, much less suck his dick or make out with him. I've got more than I ever expected to get, and I'm happy. I don't want to lose the bird I have in hand by going for the two in the bush, right?
On the other hand, he's always been the one pushing it. He was the one grabbing my dick. He was the one that took me into my office and started going down on me, and had been planning it for days. Said he wished we could have full on sex. He certainly didn't pull away when I started making out with him in his kitchen, even though his wife was in the next room. He was the one giving me a handjob in the back seat while his wife was driving. He was the one grabbing me so intensely at parties that it made other marines uncomfortable.
Part of me thinks I went too far in making out with him Fri night. I meet a lot of marines that like to play, but there's no emotional attachment and making out is more boyfriend than fuckbuddy or friend with benefits...the other part thinks I didn't go far enough Sat. Maybe he was insulted that I didn't try anything when he drove me home. Maybe he thinks I rejected him, when in fact I was trying to give him space so he wouldn't feel threatened.
And part of me thinks it doesn't matter and I should just run right now, even if it hurts for a little but, because there's no way it can work and it'll just hurt worse down the road. But then maybe I should grab a litle bit of happiness while I can, because it is truly better to have loved and lost than to never have loved at all.
Like I said I'm not sure I need advice, 'cuz I think I have things pretty well in hand. However I'm coming to a fork in the road there and soon I'm going to find out which way we're going. I'll post updates as I try to work this hit out, and I figured I'd get the backstory out of the way. When I started writing this they hadn't come over yet and I wasn't sure if I was forgiven...I thought he was mad at me (and he may have been and got over it like I knew he would) and was pretty bummed about that and needed to pour my heart out. After writing down the whole thing like this I do feel a little more like he must have some serious feelings for me...does that seem obvious to you guys too? Or is it wishful thinking?
Now I'm pretty sure we'll be all good. I feel like I can be very honest with him. He was very up front about being bi, and we've obviously been super close. I will surely see him again this weekend, we always like to go out, and I'm going to take him aside and tell him that he needs to help me set my boundaries. If I'm going too far I want to know so I can pull back, if I'm not going far enough I need to know so I can step up. I'm lucky that I think this will actually be a pretty easy conversation to have with him. However, I will tell you right now my heart wants him to say, "Oh, you totally need to step up. I was hurt when you didn't invite me in last Sat, I would have fucked you senseless/wanted to have my ass plowed like a farm in Kansas." I would like to take the time to teach this wonderful man how to make out and suck cock the right way.
in my wildest, craziest [day]dreams, I hope that he loves me and wants to have a relationship. Even though I know that would probably be bad...I'm too besotted to care.
What do you think?















