"Fuck!" David exclaimed as he unpacked our suitcase.
"What's wrong love?"
"I left the extra blankets at home on the table," he said with anger still in his voice.
"Don't worry babe, I'll keep you warm, besides what's better than body heat?" I said in a devilish tone.
He cracked a smile and went back to unpacking our things. We had just come from my parents' house informing them of our relationship. When we told them we were living together, my father nearly had a heart attack and my mom cried profusely. Even though I made my homosexuality known from the time I was 17, they thought it was just a phase.
"Andrew, kids go through these things all the time; not knowing where they belong or what they are. I know you will get through this and start liking girls, " I remember her saying when I first told her of my personal discovery. "Besides, the girl next door has a crush on you!"
My mom really believed that I would date girls very soon and my obsession with boys would cease and of course it never did. Once I graduated high school, I met David, the love of my life, at a rock concert. A tall, well built Caucasian with beautiful blue eyes, long blond hair, seemingly pierced and tattooed everywhere. He's very straight acting, hates dance clubs, loves rock and roll.
Since I'm straight acting and love rock as well we seemed to hit it off immediately. We talked about Zepplin, Floyd, and Anne Rice over sushi after the concert. Then, a couple of weeks later we talked about dating. Only a couple of months passed when we finally slept together. Because I was a virgin, I didn't know exactly what to do but him being the experienced one guided me through the whole night.
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He lay on top of me, his white mixing with my coffee colored skin on the bed sheets. That beautiful cock piercing me with every thrust. Consumed with pleasure, I wrapped my legs around his waist engulfing his tongue with my mouth as he fucked me. He knew from that first moment I was his and his alone; I wouldn't be going anywhere.
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