Taken away

Most of these stories depict a happy, fulfilling relationship that spirals down and crashes. This is, for certain, a pattern in the gay dating community.

The story I am to share is also a sad, unrequited love story, but it was never solidified as anything particular. Still, it hit me pretty heavily. It was something that I never saw coming my way. But like anybody else’s gay or not, you never know when you are going to fall in love or with who. That happened to me.

It all started when I met my sister’s friend; a rather handsome and friendly guy. He is pretty cute and gives off strong gay vibes, but he was dating a girl at the moment. We, however, became good friends. That made getting attracted to him even easier for me. I could not control it.

Eventually, he and his girlfriend broke up. The reason is unknown to me but I had heard it was pretty harsh. I did not mind it, of course, because at the moment I felt like I had a chance of hitting it off with the guy. I had my hopes up, and by then I was pretty sure I had a huge crush on him.

So then, we began to hang out more and more. He always went to the same parties I went to, because we had the same mutual friends, so we saw each other pretty frequently. He was always very nice to me, quite affective.

Even if I felt like I had a chance to seduce him, I was still not really sure about his sexual orientation, so I just kept a distance so I would not make things awkward in case he didn’t like guys. I kept our friendship intact by doing this, but I could not control my feelings for him.

Eventually, he started going out with a mutual friend, and I felt like I had lost my chance. I did feel sad for a couple of days, but I knew I had to get over him because, after all, he was straight. Slowly, I began to delete him from my mind.

Then, I heard that things with our mutual friend were not working as expected, so they left it as friends. It was sort of relieving but I still felt hopeless about the situation because he was, well, not gay. And there was nothing I could do.

I spent some time without seeing him until a certain night, at a party. I did not expect him to come, but he did. I was happy to see him and he seemed happy to see me to, it had been a while. Then, the night went as if nothing, until everybody started to get wasted. On that same night, I kissed like 10 people, but the most significant one was him. We didn’t just kiss or something weak like that, we made out, twice. It was very hot and unexpected. I guess he was letting himself out for the first time in his life; one thing was for certain and it was that he was not straight.

I was unbelievable happy. I really never expected it to happen. That night we got so drunk; he offered to drive me to my house, because his mother had lent her car to him. It was a short ride, but it was nice. I am amazed he was able to drive so well. After we reached my house, I asked him to come in to spend the night, because I was not going to let him drive drunk to his house, which is quite far from mine. He agreed and we went inside.

Once inside my room, we just continued to make out on my bed, then slowly undressing each other. It was like an adrenaline rush on my body, it was electric and very romantic. His touch was something indescribable on my body, and he let himself loose with awe of the whole situation; I think it was his first time with a guy.

Anyway, we did have sex that night. His dick was not very big but sucking it was nice, and he was all good at giving oral for his first time. I made him come in a matter of moments by just sucking his dick slightly, I think he was really horny and into it. After a while, we tried again and he came quickly once more. I think the most important part here is that he was into me. But good things don’t last.

Even after that, we remained a bit distant. I respected this, because I assumed he was still processing stuff about liking guys and shit. It was something I had been through as well and did not want to pressure him, but I did let him know I was there if he needed me. Then, something new happened.

At another party, we were together. We made out that night even. But when I left my guard down, he was with another girl. I had never met her, but they were pretty close. I even caught them making out once or twice, when they thought no one was watching. It was heartbreaking, because I thought I had finally gotten him to like me, and when he seemed the most into me, he fell right for yet another girl in front of me. He seemed indifferent about it.

This girl really does like him and there is nothing I can do; they have been dating for a while and all I can hear on the lowdown is that they are quite happy together. It sure sucks bad that he was… once again… taken away from me, but I guess I could never really do anything. Maybe, that night we had oral sex and made out, he was just experimenting with a guy. Maybe he just wanted to make sure he was not gay or bi or whatever, and he used me for that.

Regardless, I am glad he is happy dating this other girl. Maybe I will have more luck liking someone else, who is gay for certain, but for now I cannot erase him from my mind. It was something upsetting and shocking. I wish he had truly fallen for me the other night, but at least I got to kiss him for a night and have a dreamy experience with my crush, even if it was induced by the alcohol.