| Gay: Romantic: A Second Chance (1/3) |
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Things couldn’t be worse. I didn’t think the doctors had much hope for him, but I did. There was just no way that God could take him away from me so soon. Not when we had just gotten together, after five years of dumb stubbornness. It was finally our time and we had barely gotten a chance to enjoy it. Why did life have to be this way? Why did things happen when you least expected them? Just last night we had had one of our rare arguments, but thank god we did. If it hadn’t been for that argument, we would still be trying to hide our feelings from each other. Last night was spent discovering our love for each other. There were no words, we didn’t need them, we were too busy showing how much we wanted and desired each other. As I sat in the hard hospital chair, his lifeless body lay hooked up to machines. In spite of it all I couldn’t help but think back to last night. How I had loved having his body pressed against mine, it seemed like another world now. But it wasn’t, it was just last night when I discovered how passionate he could be, and how passionate I became in his hands. When his mouth was on top of mine I discovered how great kissing another man could be. His mouth, strong and warm pressed against mine was enough to get me harder than I had ever been. I realized yesterday that I was longing for the strength and passion that only another man could provide. Before then I had been wasting my time with women but all their kisses combined could never amount to one of Justin’s. Why had I been so blind to see how attracted we were to each other? I thought as I buried my head in my hands. Looking back now there were so many signs, the way he would casually walk around the apartment with nearly nothing on, the way he would always make sure he was around whenever I was off or had nothing to do. We had been inseparable as friends and now as lovers we might never get the chance to be together. Yesterday at the height of our argument, I threatened to move out. That’s when he snapped and grabbed me. He was a small guy with surprising strength. He caught me off guard and we both ended up on the floor, our mouths inches from each other’s, that’s when he went for it. He kissed me with more passion than I knew possible. The strange thing was that it wasn’t weird or gross. It was what I had wanted all along but was too scared to really think about. When he kissed me I kissed him back, with as much passion as I could muster. I must have caught him off guard as well but if I did he didn’t show it for long. Instead he kept kissing me. We tore at each other’s clothes, not stopping until we both were completely naked, our cocks pressed together. Before that I had never felt another man’s body. I hadn’t really thought about how all guys were different, and boy was Justin ever different. For a small framed body he certainly had a nice one. His cock was long and slim, with a large mushroom head hidden behind foreskin. I went down on it without thinking twice about it. Rolling back the foreskin with my hand, I engulfed him, taking as much of him as I could. I didn’t know |
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Second Part
