I was so angry and ashamed of what Pablo did to me and of his immature behavior that I simply told him: I don't want to see you in my life anymore, I don't want to know anything about you. And he left angry and cursing, just like I did.
I am gay, but I prefer the word gay. Three weeks passed since I broke up with Pablo and he didn't call me or look for me, nor did I know anything about him. My pride told me not to call him or deign to look for him, which I did.
But I felt sad and desolate without love. Four weeks passed and I knew nothing about him. I was already thinking about not expecting him. At the same time I tried to forget him. I continued with my normal activities, work and studies, telling myself that I must take advantage of this time alone.
A month passed
A month passed and I started going out and having fun with my friends. I came to my house very late almost every time I went out with my companions. One of those nights when I arrived home - guess who was standing at my door waiting for me: it was Pablo.
He looked happy and radiant. When I came up the stairs to go to my apartment, he took my arm to stop me and said, "Why didn't you visit me?" I just pushed him and said, "We're done, I don't know why you're here, please leave." And sure enough, he left.
That night I couldn't sleep. I thought about the good times we had and how happy I was by his side. What he and I had was more than sex: it was love, and that tormented me. But the next day I went to the university to attend classes, and when I left the lecture, I saw him.
That night I couldn't sleep. I thought about the good times we had and how happy I was by his side. What he and I had was more than sex: it was love, and that tormented me. But the next day I went to the university to attend classes, and when I left the lecture, I saw him.
He was waiting for me. He came up to me and said, "Forgive me, I've been a big jerk, just give me a chance to work things out." I said, "It's okay, but somewhere else. It's not the right place or time to discuss this." I saw a smile on his face when he heard what I said.
We arranged to meet at 6 p.m. at my house. No one was at my house at that time. He came on time. We started talking and he was extremely nice in every way. He started telling me, "I need you, I feel lost.
We arranged to meet at 6 p.m. at my house. No one was at my house at that time. He came on time. We started talking and he was extremely nice in every way. He started telling me, "I need you, I feel lost.
You're the best thing I have and I'm losing you with my stupid things." So I told him, "I can't forget how beautiful we had it, but I don't know what to think of you. One day you are wonderful in everything with me and the next days you are a real asshole.
I have put up with your jealousy, your frustrations, and your obsession with sex. I put up with you wanting to fuck me all day and all night. If it were up to you, I wouldn't work or study just to please you in bed and play your whore.
He got serious and I said, "Everything I'm telling you is true and I'm tired of being in this situation with you again." I then lied, "I feel very good right now. Being alone is good for me, and I need time to myself."
He then said to me, "Then you are not giving me the opportunity to change. I want to prove to you that I love you and that I can be different.
He got serious and I said, "Everything I'm telling you is true and I'm tired of being in this situation with you again." I then lied, "I feel very good right now. Being alone is good for me, and I need time to myself."
He then said to me, "Then you are not giving me the opportunity to change. I want to prove to you that I love you and that I can be different.
Really." At that, I softened. I couldn't keep up the facade anymore. Pretending I didn't care about him was just way too hard.
I told him, "It's okay, let's start over." After all, once were happy together. A tight knot loosened in my heart and I felt like he felt the same way. We started kissing wildly, not caring about anything.
I told him, "It's okay, let's start over." After all, once were happy together. A tight knot loosened in my heart and I felt like he felt the same way. We started kissing wildly, not caring about anything.
We just wanted to enjoy the moment. He tenderly licked my ear, kissed my eyes, mouth, nose, everything my body gave. I was more aroused than I had been in a long time. I had the feeling that he wanted to possess my whole body. He tore my shirt and clothes and carried me. I clung to him and he took me to my bedroom to fully possess me.
I just wanted to enjoy the moment. I started kissing and licking from his feet to his fleshy lips. I was ready to leave everything behind. And I just wanted to satisfy my ever growing lust. We continued kissing wildly and he started to put a finger in my little hole.
I just wanted to enjoy the moment. I started kissing and licking from his feet to his fleshy lips. I was ready to leave everything behind. And I just wanted to satisfy my ever growing lust. We continued kissing wildly and he started to put a finger in my little hole.
I liked it very much. He kept doing it wildly as we kissed. I didn't mind giving him a good blowjob on his big penis that I loved to taste so much. So I bent down towards his lap and played with his balls. He enjoyed it to the fullest and moaned loudly. I stopped only to massage my hole and put some lube on his penis.
Finally he had his penis where he wanted it inside me, just before my back entrance. And that filled me with chills and pleasure. He and I looked at each other intensely while he put it in and took it out again. We kissed tenderly and he told me in my ear to give myself more. I did. In that moment, I did everything he would ask of me, no matter what. And for me, in that moment, sex became something that was pure and intimate.
We did it slowly, then quickly again until we climaxed at the same time. Suddenly I heard the keys making noise in the front door. My mother was coming home from her shopping. She called for me, saying that I should help her.
Finally he had his penis where he wanted it inside me, just before my back entrance. And that filled me with chills and pleasure. He and I looked at each other intensely while he put it in and took it out again. We kissed tenderly and he told me in my ear to give myself more. I did. In that moment, I did everything he would ask of me, no matter what. And for me, in that moment, sex became something that was pure and intimate.
We did it slowly, then quickly again until we climaxed at the same time. Suddenly I heard the keys making noise in the front door. My mother was coming home from her shopping. She called for me, saying that I should help her.
She couldn't have appeared more out of place. So I ignored her and concentrated on my new-found friend. I kissed him, starting at his neck and working my way down to his belly button. I looked at him.
His face was still flushed. And so we stayed for a while. Luckily, my bedroom door was locked. After two hours of cuddling and a second round, I finally unlocked the room door. I then introduced him to my mother as a good friend.
