Before anything this post doesn't possess sexual tone or if it does it's very scarce, excuse the errors but I wrote it as it came out without much review so I published it.
Many times in this whirlwind of sex and pornography I think we lose the essence of this wonderful act that is making love, and if I say making love because at least I notice a great difference between screwing out of passion and making love which for my part are two totally different things.
In what I'm going to focus on now is precisely my first love because I feel that it's the only way to explain the difference between BLOW and MAKE LOVE, which curiously many seem not to understand. I'll overlook other questions that I'd like to expand on in another story.
My name doesn't interest me, the topic is that I had no idea if I was 17 or 18 years old, I already knew I was gay and even though I had a few experiences they were never fully complete in some way.
A winter night. At my friend's house where we always got together to play poker, our famous friends from the packy (hetero) gathered and I saw him if you don't believe me or not but I felt it that way, I saw the tall thin disheveled bearded guy I knew from somewhere.
Effectively we had been primary school classmates but were those classmates you don't even register, not until now at least. In the end I saw him and if like a jerk I got nervous because I imagined as usual that he would give me trouble being fat and reading books, on top of it sure he's a champion with cuties etc. The nonsense I always told myself about cagging.
Fate played its card I don't know how or why we ended up arguing until everyone else left to do their thing and we were still discussing seated at a table for hours, if that's where I discovered someone could get under my skin.
Fate played its card I don't know how or why we ended up arguing until everyone else left to do their thing and we were still discussing seated at a table for hours, if that's where I discovered someone could get under my skin.
In the end that night we didn't discuss we cemented a rather strange friendship from then on he started attending all our gatherings and vice versa if I knew he was going I'd know I was going too. Until fate played its part again in this. One day I don't know why I had to go to his house to look for him, there I met his family and we went to the gathering. But from that moment on our relationship grew because I started going to his house and then to mine and by that time I was fine with being friends with that guy because that's what it said that's what it showed that's what it was a guy made right.
In the end this situation of going to his house and him to mine started to become more and more tense over time, our conversations were very intimate about how he did it, what size his cock was, etc. And curiously, every time I went to his house, he was alone and would go in or out to shower so I would attend him with a towel in hand nothing else.
One day, on the advice of a friend and suspecting the situation (if I'm slow, I already know) and for the first time in my life, I took control of my destiny in my hands, and one of those nights we were walking and talking nonsense, I said SOY GAY to him. I bet half a ticket because neither did I tell him that I liked it nor would I have told him if I didn't like it, but maybe that wouldn't have surprised me as much as his response was. You're also gay, and I don't believe you're really gay. And from there, a conversation emerged to fuck the next day. So we were both trembling like leaves, he made a game with cards to get rid of the tension, but I was already played by being played, and at the first change, I put on boxer shorts (I still have that boxer). He was surprised and invited me to his room, where he turned off the light, leaving everything dark. He undressed completely, and so did I. I was already feeling bad, and he covered himself with a pillow, so I approached him and started sucking it, and then what had to happen happened. The issue here is not sexual but what came after. After finishing in theory, we were still just friends, nothing more, but the damn and capricious destiny made me grab his hand when I was already walking out the door and pronounce the stupid words - I can't be your friend anymore, I feel something more now. I responded in the same way, and from then on, we started a secret relationship where every time we could do it or go out together, we tried to be happy.
Today at 23 years old, I notice the great difference between what I did with him in my moment of great love and what I can do and makes me want to do with others, even recently I didn't know myself by humiliating someone in bed, literally laughing at them. From then on, I understood that I am and I think we are completely dual beings because what I used to do with my Toto (if that was his nickname, I use it in my stories because I can't forget it and it's my muse), was really unique to the point of reaching climax together, worrying about the other's pleasure, even laughing while making love, was being connected on a superior plane completely different from what one practices to satisfy human physiological sexual needs where one is mechanical, cold, even distant and cruel like happened to me by not knowing myself as a person.
Now they know me a little better, now they know that I believe in love and encourage everyone who feels something for someone to play it because love is the most beautiful thing you'll ever feel, it's unique and inexplicable, if I'm not lying, if it ends or finishes, it hurts like a motherfucker, there's no light at the end of the tunnel, everything is shit and darkness but you get out and one ends up like me, at least remembering with kindness, with a smirk on my face.
Now thanks to @artuDICKto for his post 'love of males (clean version)' that inspired me to write this and allowed me to take the borrowed images from his post, below I'll leave you the link to it and a video that I love because I really felt like that with my Toto
POST @artuDICKto
http://www.poringa.net/posts/gay/2537380/Amor-de-machos-clean-version.html
VIDEO
link:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qf71U4sErQUhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qf71U4sErQU
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8 comentários - Relato semibiografico sobre el amor
He estado con varias personas (pareja y encuentros), y puedo decir que aunque disfruto del sexo ocasional, estoy enamorado de hacer el amor. Aunque eso solo pase cada cierto periodo de tiempo o cuando el destino te favorece y encontramos una persona especial.
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