Okay, this is going to sound super stupid.
There's this guy, Gary. We've known each other since September. I didn't care about him at all at first. I thought he was funny, good-looking. Just not my type. A little pedantic maybe. And undoubtedly promiscuous.
We've been hanging out in the same group of friends all these months. Just like friends. He would hook up with a different guy every Saturday night. And I would spend most of our nights out with the other guys from our group, and I would chit-chat with him occasionally. We even had a few verbal disagreements.
A couple of weeks ago, we had the chance to talk more. He assisted me in a work I had to do. We got to know each other. He told me about his life. He's 22, he was obese until a couple years ago, when he started working hard on his diet and his habits and this year he's become really handsome. But he's still very insecure about himself. Furthermore, his being promiscuous prevents him from having real friends. Because guys are always looking for sex with him. And he never says no. So he can't build any friendships or relationships.
The problem is: I've grown fond of him. We text each other on a daily basis. It seems to me that we share a deep connection. He says I'm a wonderful human being, and he's glad he's gotten to know me better. He says that he admires me for my honesty. I think I've grown on him too.
This week we had a huge misunderstanding, so I asked him to have dinner together and talk our issues out. We had dinner at my place. It felt awkward at first. He specifically made a joke about that saying that the atmosphere there felt like going to someone's place for a ONS. We laughed. But I just wanted to prove him that there's someone else in this world who's not looking for sex exclusively, and enjoys friendships.
So, we ate, we talked our issues out. Then we went out to meet up with a friend. Then, he realized that his mother had locked him out of their home (his mother is a nutjob), hence he needed a place to sleep. He came over to my place. We slept in the same (small) bed. I really made a point of not kissing him and not having sex with him. I didn't even let him feel my hard-on. I wanted to show him that I'm different from the others. I wanted him to understand that he can build a friendship with me that doesn't have to include sex.
However, he fell asleep in my arms. It was so beautiful to me. Something that I had always dreamed about. After a while he turned around and scooted over. But I really wanted to hold him, hence over the night I caressed him, and held him in my arms again occasionally. That was really beautiful. But I don't know if he was enjoying that as much. Plus, apparently my actions gave away my intentions, and my small crush on him. I'll explain why:
When we woke up everything was fine as usual, he just said the bed was uncomfortable. Then he asked him if I had tried to kiss him over the night, and I was like "Whaaat???". I never tried to kiss him. I explained to him that I hugged him out of friendly love for him. Still, he got the impression that I tried to kiss him. So, it's just as if I am like everyone else. I said this wasn't the case and he believed me.
Now, the problem is: I really liked it tonight. Probably more than he did. But I don't think I can reveal my feelings to this guy. Because it's not going to take me anywhere. We can't have a relationship. He is so promiscuous he says he lost track of the guys he slept with. He even goes around saying he can't picture himself at 30, 'cause he'll die of an STD before turning 30.
Still, there's something about him that I like. We click. And to think that he's a 100% bottom, and I've been a 100% bottom so far--- but I do want to penetrate him. Something's changing inside me, I don't even get turned on when I see the typical porn that's always aroused me so far. There's something about him that awakens my instincts to protect him. That's why I hugged him tonight, or cuddled him.
But I'm not sure what to do. Apparently we will keep being friends and hanging out together, and texting. He says he loves my advice, that I'm very wise. And I'm looking forward to helping him with his issues. But maybe I am secretly and unconsciously looking for more, even though I know we are not meant to be. Should I ran away before it's too late?
There's this guy, Gary. We've known each other since September. I didn't care about him at all at first. I thought he was funny, good-looking. Just not my type. A little pedantic maybe. And undoubtedly promiscuous.
We've been hanging out in the same group of friends all these months. Just like friends. He would hook up with a different guy every Saturday night. And I would spend most of our nights out with the other guys from our group, and I would chit-chat with him occasionally. We even had a few verbal disagreements.
A couple of weeks ago, we had the chance to talk more. He assisted me in a work I had to do. We got to know each other. He told me about his life. He's 22, he was obese until a couple years ago, when he started working hard on his diet and his habits and this year he's become really handsome. But he's still very insecure about himself. Furthermore, his being promiscuous prevents him from having real friends. Because guys are always looking for sex with him. And he never says no. So he can't build any friendships or relationships.
The problem is: I've grown fond of him. We text each other on a daily basis. It seems to me that we share a deep connection. He says I'm a wonderful human being, and he's glad he's gotten to know me better. He says that he admires me for my honesty. I think I've grown on him too.
This week we had a huge misunderstanding, so I asked him to have dinner together and talk our issues out. We had dinner at my place. It felt awkward at first. He specifically made a joke about that saying that the atmosphere there felt like going to someone's place for a ONS. We laughed. But I just wanted to prove him that there's someone else in this world who's not looking for sex exclusively, and enjoys friendships.
So, we ate, we talked our issues out. Then we went out to meet up with a friend. Then, he realized that his mother had locked him out of their home (his mother is a nutjob), hence he needed a place to sleep. He came over to my place. We slept in the same (small) bed. I really made a point of not kissing him and not having sex with him. I didn't even let him feel my hard-on. I wanted to show him that I'm different from the others. I wanted him to understand that he can build a friendship with me that doesn't have to include sex.
However, he fell asleep in my arms. It was so beautiful to me. Something that I had always dreamed about. After a while he turned around and scooted over. But I really wanted to hold him, hence over the night I caressed him, and held him in my arms again occasionally. That was really beautiful. But I don't know if he was enjoying that as much. Plus, apparently my actions gave away my intentions, and my small crush on him. I'll explain why:
When we woke up everything was fine as usual, he just said the bed was uncomfortable. Then he asked him if I had tried to kiss him over the night, and I was like "Whaaat???". I never tried to kiss him. I explained to him that I hugged him out of friendly love for him. Still, he got the impression that I tried to kiss him. So, it's just as if I am like everyone else. I said this wasn't the case and he believed me.
Now, the problem is: I really liked it tonight. Probably more than he did. But I don't think I can reveal my feelings to this guy. Because it's not going to take me anywhere. We can't have a relationship. He is so promiscuous he says he lost track of the guys he slept with. He even goes around saying he can't picture himself at 30, 'cause he'll die of an STD before turning 30.
Still, there's something about him that I like. We click. And to think that he's a 100% bottom, and I've been a 100% bottom so far--- but I do want to penetrate him. Something's changing inside me, I don't even get turned on when I see the typical porn that's always aroused me so far. There's something about him that awakens my instincts to protect him. That's why I hugged him tonight, or cuddled him.
But I'm not sure what to do. Apparently we will keep being friends and hanging out together, and texting. He says he loves my advice, that I'm very wise. And I'm looking forward to helping him with his issues. But maybe I am secretly and unconsciously looking for more, even though I know we are not meant to be. Should I ran away before it's too late?


















