If I had to choose one person to have sex with for the rest of my life, hands down it would be this guy.
I don’t know what it was. The sex itself wasn’t out of the ordinary. I’ve had sex with people I was madly in love with. I’ve done stuff I never in a million years thought I would do.
And yet none of it holds a candle to this guy.
It could be because outside of family, this is the one person I’ve known for the longest amount of time.
We met when we were in kindergarten.
Talk about going way back. We were in each others classes for about 3-4 years and then he moved away. Never saw him or heard from him again.
I had a crush on this dude when we were kids and thought about him from time to time growing up. Fast forward to about 4 years ago and thanks to Facebook, we reconnected. Usually Facebook is trying to connect me with people I don’t really care for or am actively trying to avoid, so thanks for not always completely sucking!
This dude had just ended a serious relationship and I, like always, was seeing how many bedrooms it was possible to view in the shortest amount of time.
First time we hung out was at a Halloween party, hence the nickname, and after a few drinks I started mounting this dude like my life depended on it.
Eventually after about two weeks we slept together and boy was it marvelous. I won’t go in to details about each time because a) my memories not THAT great and because b) this went on for about a year and a half.
No relationship, no dating. We cared about each other but we both did our own thing and just had lots and lots of great sex.
Ravenous wouldn’t even begin to explain it. We just honestly couldn’t contain ourselves, no matter how many times we’d already had sex or how long it had lasted.
We once broke my bed and kept going unti lthe damn mattress actually fell through the frame. I was once left with enough bruises over my body to look like I had gotten in a serious scuffle with somebody. Nope, just a night of manhandling because we had to have each other at that moment. That same instance left me with hand prints on both my ass cheeks for a week. I hadn’t even been spanked! One time it was so good I had to excuse myself to the bathroom after and had to stand there until I could remember my damn name again!
To say that I lost myself completely in the moment would be an understatement.
But alas, all good things come to an end.
We both moved away from our home towns and lost contact. Thanks to Facebook we recently exchanged hellos but that’s it. Sad life, bro.