I had no idea he was gay at first.
He live in the room across the hall from me.
I couldn't remember his name.
Yet he knew my middle initial and more.
We saw each other at the gym a few times.
Than again last night out at a bar.
He was with a bunch of friends.
He then asked me to help him ditch.
Glad he ran into me and he will make it up to me.
When we get back to his place accross the hall from mine.
So, we can finally get to know each other.
After running into each other so much.
Friendship was our fate, and we should just get on with it.
His couch was a day bed, that had been slept in.
He finally comes out to me, and offers me a drink.
Tells me he is interested, in providing me with pleasure.
Gay stuff if I am interested, not sure why I said. Yes. So fast.
Not sure what I expected to happen he started with a kiss.
He talked me into doing several gay things.
Everything went okay and felt even better.
Then he gives his I don't do this a lot speech.
He was afraid I would think he was easy or something.
He asked about us 'Making Love" and if I wanted to go there.
Making clear he was the girl in this relationship.
What are the chances that I could be interested.
Sure I said I would love to make love with you dude.
But I was not emotionally prepared, for what would happen next.
He totally made me feel everything was about me.
About me getting physical, and being my true self.
Making him believe he was getting what he needs.
I remember waking up wanting it to happen again.
I push the proper buttons and now I have him begging for it.
I admitted over breakfast, that I was gay and in love with him.
The art to make me taste, touch and feel.
His wonderful way of love me back personally.
Then another offer was place before us.
If I would only give him the chance.
To do this for eternity in a gay relationship.
I said Yes for purely selfish reasons.
Also for love and the art of his persuasion.
The man could talk me into anything.
The Art of Persuasion - Story Time Blog
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