ispyanakedguy: 05/21/12

This blog is a collection of my stories. Stories of love and lust. Stories of a man's love for another man. Stories of all sorts of love one man might have for another. All are just fiction unless I specify otherwise. Even in my true stories, I've changed the names. I hope you enjoy them. I'd love it if you'd tell me one way or the other, but be nice. Please. If you have a picture that you think would inspire a story, or a story line you'd like me to try, send it to me via e-mail at: ispyanakedguy@gmail.com

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Monday, May 21, 2012

How'd I get myself in this mess?

I was such an ass. He tried to tell me weeks ago, he was lonely. I should have listened instead of making wise cracks. Now he's in bed with some guy he just met and I'm out here all alone. Now I know what he was feeling.

I took him for granted. He was always there. I'd run off with my friends and leave him here alone. I guess I assumed he'd always be here when I came home. How I must have hurt him. Damn! Am I really that stupid and naive?

Now he's thinking about getting his own place. He's found where he wants to live. He's even started packing. All I can think about is, what's life going to be like if he goes. How can I stop him? How can I tell him what I feel when I didn't care about how he felt?

What would he do if I told him not to go, that I'd change, I'd be here for him and give him what he needs? Can I even do that? He's a man. A man. A kind, loving, generous adorable man. I've never found all that in a woman. Maybe it's my fault. Maybe I'm just an ignorant selfish jerk.

I've never been in love. I never let myself love anyone. Well once. That sucked, she found someone else. What the hell, I'm not supposed to love a guy. What's wrong with me?...............I love him................I love him, that's what's wrong. I want to hold him and kiss him and do what ever I can to make him happy.

Oh damn, I can't start crying like this. Fuck, it hurts so much. How can it hurt like this?

Fuck, his boyfriends leaving. He looked pissed when he left. I wonder what happened. He looks sad. Should I ask?.........................Should I tell him I'm glad the guy left?........................Should I tell him how I feel?......................Would he care?

"I GLAD HE'S GONE. I WANT YOU. I LOVE YOU."

Oh shit, I said it. He looks shocked, kind of pissed off. What have I done? He's coming toward me. I can't tell what he's going to do. He's crying.

"I LOVE YOU." I said it again. He's smiling, crying and smiling. I need to kiss him. I never have kissed a man, but I really need to kiss him................Oh that was nice. His arms feel so good. His lips feel so soft and gentle. I hope he kisses me again....................and again.......................and forever.

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