Category: Writers Block
Here's a short little story I wrote when I was feeling a bit depressed. no, this isn't my situation. It's interesting, though, and I wonder just how often it happens. though written from a gay guy's point of view, I'd say many women will be able to relate as well.
The call comes in the dead of night. it always does. I know what it means even before I
answer the phone. He's really depressed and just needs a good friend to talk to; someone
who will understand. His girlfriend has made him feel about an inch tall. He's never felt so misunderstood... Can he stop by for a visit and just get some things off his chest? Sure. He knows I'd never refuse.
A few minutes later, here he is, in all his glory. we sit across from each other in the living room, him telling me all the things his girlfriend has done wrong, how bad she makes him feel and how unhappy he is; me listening and offering a word of comfort here and there. Close to tears, he says that he just can't take it anymore.
After a while, he gets up to leave, thanking me for being there for him; being such a wonderful friend. I stand up as well, to show him to the door. just before we reach the door, he steps in front of me and gives me a hug and thanks me again. he doesn't know what he'd do without me. I've seen him through some really difficult times. we stand there for a moment, just enjoying the closeness. Eventually, we begin to rub our
erections together through our pants, trying at firt, to be as discreet about it as possible. He whispers that his girlfriend hasn't given him any sex in months, and he wouldn't ordinarily
do this sort of thing. My hands lower to his ass and I begin to pull him against me, our hearts
pounding. We make our way to my bedroom, shedding our clothes along the way.
He sits down on my bed, totally naked now. I stand between his legs and explore him with my
hands. I know that I can never truly have him, but this moment is mine. For this brief instant, he's allowing me a glimpse in to his soul, letting down his guard. I want this moment to last forever. I know that he's cheating on his girlfriend, and that I'm helping him to do it. In my own selfish mind, I rationalize it by saying that if he wasn't cheating with me, it would just be someone else. At least with me, he's cheating with someone who really cares about him.
Eventually, my fingertips brush his throbbing erection and he lets out a soft moan. He's so sexy and my heart just melts. I press my lips to his chest and slowly begin to work my way down, wanting to taste him, hoping he will enjoy it even half as much as I will . At last, I find his cock, my tongue flicking over the head, tasting his precum. I cup his balls in my hand as I take him in to my mouth. I can't get enough of him. I still want more. I begin to rub the back of my hands up and down his inner thighs, feeling his musculature. He doesn't move, but I can tell that he's enjoying what I'm doing. He leans back and spreads his legs wider, giving me better access. his cock is so hard in my mouth and I can tell that it won't be long before he reaches that point of no return. I'm willing to do anything to please him. I just want him to be happy. I want to be responsible for
making him happy, even if it's only for a moment. He puts his hands on my head as his whole body tenses up and he begins his orgasm. Jet after jet of his hot cum flood my mouth. I take it all, trying to make sure that I make him cum as hard as possible.
afterwards, he collapses on my bed, just enjoying the afterglow of his orgasm. He rolls over on to his stomach and I begin to rub his back, helping him to relax even further.
All good things must come to an end, so when he stands up and begins retrieving his clothes,
I know our moment has ended. I try to suppress a wave of sadness as I put on my clothes and show him to the door. There's no hug this time, only a, "Seeya later." I stand in the doorway, listening and
watching him retreat. When I can no longer see or hear him, I close the door and stand
there for a moment, pondering the events of the night. It's late and I'm tired, but there's
no use in trying to sleep. I know that sleep will not come. Later, I'll be able to jerk
off to the memory of his body tensing up as he came in my mouth and the feel of his muscular
legs, but not now. The pain is too fresh. I listen to music, wash the dishes... anything
to distract me, and somehow, I make it through the night.
Several days have gone by now, and I haven't heard anything from him. wanting to make sure
that everything is alright, I call him. I ask him if he's okay. He seems puzzled by the
question.
"Okay? Sure. Why wouldn't I be?"
I say that I was just concerned, since I hadn't heard from him. He says, "You're acting
like a lover or something. I told you, I'm straight, so you don't have a chance with me.
You might as well stop trying to seduce me. It's not gonna happen!"
He begins telling me about his girlfriend and how happy she makes him. He's so fortunate to
have found her. He'd be all alone if it wasn't for her. I congratulate him. I'm glad she
makes him happy. He sounds cheerful, so I feel better. after a few minutes, we hang up.
I'm torn between grief for the one I can never have and the knowledge that, at least for the
moment, he's very happy and content, even if it's without me, and I know that this is the price I must pay.
The call comes in the dead of night. It always does...
hey...good story, man. Depressing, but good. Lol. That guy's a major prick, though.
And sorry. I really ought to have put that this was sexually explicit. I just didn't think about it.
Amazing story. I know I can't actually say I know how it feels, but I think I can imagine how it feels. I have been thru alot of messed up situations and I'm always the one to put my feelings aside, even though it hurts really bad. Its super sad but everything happens for a reason, right?
Well, I can say, I have been there, I know. What a bad feeling to see the one you love, love some one else. Knowing for a moment in time you were that one, that one that he thought about, the one he craved. But, like the story said, all good things must come to an end.
Good job Anthony.
yum love this story
i like the depth of the emotion and the guy on guy thing
Aww, so sad and I agree Alli. I would've cut off contact with the dude; but that's just me. What an Asshole!
I'm sure this is a story many of us can relate to (in terms of emotion, if not sexual preference). It's a classic story of the used, and how the used keeps letting it happen. Finding sollace (all be it ignored in this case) in the arms of another, then fleeing back to that person who causes you trouble to begin with is also a common practice.
As for the writing style, it gets the job done. I'm pleased to see it wasn't overly vulgar (which a lot of erotica tends to be). I like how it begins where it ends. The repetition is striking.
YOu are very very talented. I think ... well I am pretty sure anyway that it's just all about acceptance. That guy may hit a few shots before it's all over, but he'll make it :) Keep writing!
Thanks to all of you for the feedback and input. It's very appreciated. I tried to make several points in the story. Sure, the straight guy was an ass, but he could only be as mean as the gay guy allowed him to be. I guess my over all point was that it was a cycle of abuse that one of them had to break. It's pretty obvious that the straight guy isn't going to break it, since he obviously doesn't see anything wrong with the situation. It works for him. In my own oppinion, as hard as it might seem, the gay guy is keeping himself set up for disappointment, and until he decides to do something about it, it will always happen this way and nothing will change. Sometimes, you have to let go of things that aren't good for you. It's also a lot easier said than done.