I met what I now call one of my best friends when I went to basic training in the military. Our friendship formed out of the situation (not knowing anybody, both being loners, constantly getting screamed at, etc.) At first we really didn't talk to each other, but when I found out we we're both going to the same tech school we started to bond and get to know each other. He's a couple of years younger than me, aesthetically attractive, and a little more athletically built then myself. He's also pretty mature for someone his age, though he does have his moments were his limited years of experience show.
Anyway, we both made it out of basic and went off to tech school in Missouri (which was actually a major downgrade). We weren't roommates at first, but I recommended he ask our Sergeant to let him switch rooms since my roommate had just moved out, and they actually let him. So after that we were hanging out everyday, all the time. We did everything together, eat, sleep, work out, we even showered together (once). Most of all we would come back to the dorm after a long day of working and watch movies together on my computer on my bed. I would usually be in just my boxers and he would wear shorts to sleep in. I didn't seem weird considering all that we been through together, we would just lay across from each other and watch whatever until we got tired and then he would go to bed.
What made it so special was one night when I was really tired, and I was trying to stay awake to watch a movie he really liked, but I couldn't and eventually I unknowingly started resting my head on his shoulder. When I woke up I looked at him, thinking he would be offended, but he didn't say or do anything, so I moved in closer and continued to rest my head on his shoulder as we watched the rest of the movie until he got tired, and we went to sleep in our own beds. It was the first time I had any moment like that with another guy, but it felt really nice, mostly because it wasn't sexual in nature, but platonic "security" I felt in someone I considered my brother. He was never really that physically affectionate towards me, but after that night he started "opening up" more, and he stopped lying across from me and started lying beside me when we were in bed.
Our time together lasted a little over four months, and we constantly told each other how happy and lucky we were to have each other, and that we would have been very lonely without each others company. The problem was he was Active Duty, and I was reserve. We both hoped that he would be stationed somewhere close to where I lived, but that didn't happen. I graduated before he did and the morning I was scheduled to leave, I came back to our room instead of going to the airport, and I laid down beside him since he was still in bed, this time face to face. We talked about how we would keep in touch and how he was the brother I never had, or even knew I wanted, but we were so glad to have found each other. In what seemed like minutes it was time to say goodbye. He called me a cab to take me to the airport, and I told him we should get our hugs out now since I knew he didn't want to do it outside in public. We hugged and I held him tight, though he just gave me a few light pats on the back, which I expected considering he's that type of guy. He helped me take my bags outside and put them in the cab. Before I got in he gave me another hug, holding me tighter this time like he really meant it. I was surprised he did this since there were other guys standing around watching, but I guess in that moment he didn't care. I told him I loved him and he whispered "I love you too" (which he never said before). I got in the cab and left.
It's been over six months since I've seen him, and though we still talk and text over the phone every few weeks or so, I feel we're already growing apart. I often think about our time together, and how it was some of the closest male bonding I've ever experienced. I plan on visiting him soon, and hopefully it will be like old times together, though I often wonder if that will be the case...
I have other stories I can tell you about the time we spent together, if you would like to read more let me know.
Anyway, we both made it out of basic and went off to tech school in Missouri (which was actually a major downgrade). We weren't roommates at first, but I recommended he ask our Sergeant to let him switch rooms since my roommate had just moved out, and they actually let him. So after that we were hanging out everyday, all the time. We did everything together, eat, sleep, work out, we even showered together (once). Most of all we would come back to the dorm after a long day of working and watch movies together on my computer on my bed. I would usually be in just my boxers and he would wear shorts to sleep in. I didn't seem weird considering all that we been through together, we would just lay across from each other and watch whatever until we got tired and then he would go to bed.
What made it so special was one night when I was really tired, and I was trying to stay awake to watch a movie he really liked, but I couldn't and eventually I unknowingly started resting my head on his shoulder. When I woke up I looked at him, thinking he would be offended, but he didn't say or do anything, so I moved in closer and continued to rest my head on his shoulder as we watched the rest of the movie until he got tired, and we went to sleep in our own beds. It was the first time I had any moment like that with another guy, but it felt really nice, mostly because it wasn't sexual in nature, but platonic "security" I felt in someone I considered my brother. He was never really that physically affectionate towards me, but after that night he started "opening up" more, and he stopped lying across from me and started lying beside me when we were in bed.
Our time together lasted a little over four months, and we constantly told each other how happy and lucky we were to have each other, and that we would have been very lonely without each others company. The problem was he was Active Duty, and I was reserve. We both hoped that he would be stationed somewhere close to where I lived, but that didn't happen. I graduated before he did and the morning I was scheduled to leave, I came back to our room instead of going to the airport, and I laid down beside him since he was still in bed, this time face to face. We talked about how we would keep in touch and how he was the brother I never had, or even knew I wanted, but we were so glad to have found each other. In what seemed like minutes it was time to say goodbye. He called me a cab to take me to the airport, and I told him we should get our hugs out now since I knew he didn't want to do it outside in public. We hugged and I held him tight, though he just gave me a few light pats on the back, which I expected considering he's that type of guy. He helped me take my bags outside and put them in the cab. Before I got in he gave me another hug, holding me tighter this time like he really meant it. I was surprised he did this since there were other guys standing around watching, but I guess in that moment he didn't care. I told him I loved him and he whispered "I love you too" (which he never said before). I got in the cab and left.
It's been over six months since I've seen him, and though we still talk and text over the phone every few weeks or so, I feel we're already growing apart. I often think about our time together, and how it was some of the closest male bonding I've ever experienced. I plan on visiting him soon, and hopefully it will be like old times together, though I often wonder if that will be the case...
I have other stories I can tell you about the time we spent together, if you would like to read more let me know.
I tried to roll with it at first, but then it became bluntly obvious that he was trying to hinder me and my bf's friendship. Two occurrences I distinctively remember were when we all went out to the movies and before we sat down our roommate quickly placed himself in between my bf and I, and then taunted me saying "oh I'm sorry, did you want to sit by him?"
I called our roommate out about it and he didn't deny it, but my bf continued to think nothing of it.
He told me he was sorry and that he considered me his brother that he will keep in touch with forever, not our roommate. That didn't cut it, I was still pissed at him and I tried to leave the room, but he blocked my path and grabbed me in a tight bear hug saying "I'm sorry, bro. I didn't mean to make you feel that way. I really care about you, you know that". This was the first time he hugged me, and I knew he meant what he said, but the damage had been done and I was still heated. I eventually forgave him, but I told him that it was bound to happen again. Unfortunately it did happen again, but soon our roommate left and got stationed somewhere with no cell phone reception.
My bf kept his promise and only spoke to him once as I did just to make sure that he got there safely.