Benny was lost, tragic and lonely. Perhaps that's why we were drawn to each other. There was chemistry and mutual physical attraction.
But there was that sadness, deep inside, that resonated the strongest with me. I wanted to help him, to calm him and console him.
Even if it meant sweet, gentle kisses from my lips.
Looking back, I'm grateful he didn't want more than that, because I had no idea what gay sex would've meant at that time.
Now I know that you have to plan ahead. Clean. Shave. Shit. All that stuff...
But kissing was enough for me. But I still limped away with an erection on the brink of spewing semen each time.
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