The Bridges

My name is Eliott and I am an average guy. I am 22, still live with my parents, work at a retail store and go to specialized classes. I had been dating this guy, Eric, for almost 3 years. He was my first real boyfriend so of course I had a lot of first experiences with him. Some awkward, some exciting, some not so pleasant. But I can say for good that it was a nice relationship. Well, on my side, it was all good. But apparently Eric had other plans for us.

During the time we dated, we got to know each other’s friends, families and any new stranger we added to our circles. We had a lot in common, a lot to share, a lot of mutual friends. Our worlds were intertwined in such a degree I could just not imagine not being with him. He had told me he felt the same way, and I liked that.

He was the first guy I had sex with, but I was not his first. He was very good at it; of course, I believe guys are better at having sex with other guys than they can be at having sex with women. He knew how my body worked and knew how to work it. I still remember our first time… it was at his parent’s house, we were 19 and drunk, his parents were traveling for the weekend. Previously, it was all just a tease. Kissing, touching each other’s crotches, hugging really closely, stuff like that. Very teenager-ish.

But that night we went a little beyond what we, or at least I, considered comfortable. He took one of his dad’s whisky bottles and we started to drink, for the first time as well, tasting the sour flavor as it went down our throats, burning them and putting alcohol into our young bodies. Around an hour later, we were drunk and laying on the couch. We were very close, and we started to kiss. The smell of whisky was not bothering neither of us, since it came from us. It was some of the most passionate kissing I have ever experienced, with the alcohol taking over our motions.

It was very instinctive, animal. We just laid on each other and made out passionately, and almost  at the same time, we reached down to each other’s crotch. We both were rock hard already, so it was a matter of seconds for us to undo each other’s zippers, and let out our cocks. This was actually the first time I saw his, after 4 months of dating. It was big and pretty, a little hairy. I bent down quickly to suck it, excited about the whole deal.

A few moments later, we were completely naked, and he was the one sucking my junk. He did it better than I did, something I attributed to his previous experience. He was the one to fuck me, and he quickly went up to his room to look for a condom. I was surprised at how prepared he was (and how easily he could go up the stairs even if he was drunk as heck). The next thing I knew was that he was penetrating me on the couch.  It was painful as heck during the first few thrusts, but after a little bit I could only feel pleasure. He went balls deep into me and my asshole greeted him with grace. We fucked for around 30 minutes until we both came.

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Now That I have stablished that we had a wonderful relationship we carried on since we were young, it’s time to say how it ended. We had been getting a little distant because of work matters, but that was okay. He reassured to me that I should not worry much about it, and that he’ll make it up to me with a special date, so of course I was excited.  Little did I know…

A few days before the day of our special date, I found him cheating. Yes, I went to his apartment, heard some weird noises inside, so I opened the door with my spare key. He probably forgot I had it. He was on his couch, legs spread open, being fucked by a tall, muscular man I had never seen before. I could not stop the tears from flowing down instantly, and left the apartment. Afterwards, Eric showed up in my house and that’s when I dumped him officially.

This was a very hard thing to do, but I guess that the aftermath was even harder. My life was about to give a full spin; my circle of friends was to change, he was never coming home to my parents again, I wasn’t going to see his parents either, and our friends and other people would speculate and talk behind our backs about what happened. It was very awkward and weird at first, to avoid going to places I knew he would be in, because of our friends.

And then I slowly began to burn the bridges, one by one, until I was left as I am now, writing a story about our relationship, our first time, our last time, the break up…  And I don’t want to see him ever again.