Do you have any idea what it's like? To see the one you love with someone else? To know that he is lost to you forever? Yeah, that was my existence. Still, I lived vicariously by getting to know Mike and Paolo. Mike had become an outcast since coming out of the closet. First, his parents threw him out, forcing him to move in with Paolo. Also, his jock buddies were less than welcoming. The college wrestling team was quite homophobic. None of the young wrestlers wanted to deal with a teammate who was queer. Mike kept his head up and ignored the haters. He graduated with a degree in Criminal Justice and went to the police academy. These days, he was a police officer.
I think I will always love him. And if there comes a time when he tires of Paolo, or they broke up and Mike wants to be with a woman again, I'd like to be that woman. I still remember our more passionate moments. Once, Mike and I were just fooling around, wrestling in his basement. These were the good old days. Before he fell for Jennifer Holland and long before he met Paolo the queer Latino and discovered his bisexuality. These were the days when he was a regular guy, my guy. We were best buddies, and also fuck buddies.
You know you love someone when you do things for them that you wouldn't do for anyone else. One night, Mike and I made love. And as we lay there, I suddenly wanted to push the envelope, to try something new with him. And so I told him. Mike smiled, and kissed me. He picked me up in his arms and lowered me onto the bed, then he spread my legs and licked my pussy. He fingered me, exploring my flesh. I moaned under his knowing touch. Then, came the main event. Mike spread my butt cheeks, and began licking my asshole. He dipped two fingers into me, stretching my anal cavity. Then, he pressed his hard cock against my back door, and pushed.
Mike pushed his cock into my asshole, and in that moment, my world turned upside down. Even as he buried his dick deep into my butt, I couldn't believe it was actually happening. I've always prided myself on being a strong woman. I thought I could never submit to anyone in this manner. Yet here I was. Flipped on all fours, with my face down, my man's cock deep into my asshole. My pussy was dripping, yet I did not even touch myself down there. Mike held me by the hips, and thrust deep into me. It hurt, yet it felt wonderful. When he finally came, filling me with his seed, I screamed. It was glorious! Afterwards, he held me in his arms, and wiped tears of both pain and joy from my face.
Every time I thought of this night, I found myself aroused. Does Mike know what he is missing out on by not being with me? I love this man and I would do anything for him. Before Paolo came along, everything was perfect. If only he would leave Mike, then I would be there to pick up the pieces. Maybe I could make Mike mine again. I'd be willing to do whatever it takes, if only he'd love me. I would do anything he asks. If he wants me to take it up the ass on a daily basis, I'd do it. Not my usual cup of tea but I could learn to like it. If he wants me to buy a strap on dildo and fuck him with it, I'd be willing to do that too. Well, maybe someday, my dreams would come true, and the man I loved would realize that I was perfect for him. Someday.
