I love being his boyfriend. He told me someone would be asking me about him for some kind of interview or something. Of course I agreed to do it.
I've been with him since 2020, The Year From Hell. When I met him, I had a clear palate. He, apparently, was hungry for someone like me. I couldn't be more thrilled that fate caused our paths to cross.
The day he first saw me, I was walking down a sidewalk next to the beach, but it was "off" season, so it wasn't overly crowded. It was still fairly warm, though -- mid-70s, as I recall.
He'll be the first to tell you that I love crop-tops. I always have. I think it takes a certain kind of guy to wear one, and I think I'm that guy. A crop-top on a guy is equal parts confident, playful, and maybe just a bit naughty. It's not for the coy, not for the shy -- although being a Cancer guy, I have a touch of shyness. But my Cancer energy is good because it gives me a nice feminine edge that a lot of muscle guy types don't give off.
I am not a hairy guy. I mean, I have some faint black hairs on my arms -- if you look close enough -- but I'm a pretty smooth guy otherwise. That lack of body hair allows my physical features to stand out.
One of those features -- that me and my boyfriend both love out of this world -- is my navel. Now, a lot of guys, a lot of people, would say "so what?" to that. Why would anyone love his bellybutton? In my case it's because the kind of navel I have -- the shape of it, its depth and contour -- is relatively unusual, although with social media sites I've seen more guys with my kind of navel in other countries, and all of ours are this same shape -- a very long, oval, vertical "slit" of an innie that's deep enough to take one or more finger joints...and a lot of cum, too.
I mean, look at me and mine, I'm wearing a black crop right now. I'm going to sit up a little bit so you can get a better look. See how deep and oval my navel is? See the lovely way it slopes if you look at it from one side? Even though there's no body hair in or around it, it's really dark on its inside. And a properly cut crop-top like the one I'm wearing shows a "strip" (I'll call it) of about three inches of my midriff with my navel centered horizontally. It's more than the tease-y shirts some guys wear where their bellybuttons "wink" at people, fleeting in and out of view, daring others to look (although I will admit to wearing those also; they're fun in a different way).
I really can't say why showing off my navel turns me on so much. I think maybe it went back to my days in college when I'd be sitting kind of at the back of the classroom, and some guy at the front would be droning on and on about some subject I really should have been paying attention to, and it would be 2 in the afternoon, after lunch, and I'd be a bit bored or drowsy.
And I'd lean back in my chair -- I was in a knit sweater at the time, it was fall semester -- and my sweater rode up and I just felt this...air...on my stomach, on my bellybutton. There was just something about my navel feeling free, feeling the caress of air currents, that made me horny. No one else ever looked at me stretching...to my knowledge. I'm sure some guys here and there have stolen glances, though.
This other time, I was bored again, and I stretched again, and I needed to scratch my stomach - I had a little itch on it - on the front of it. So while I was partly rared back in my chair, I reached with one finger and gave my stomach a little scratch, and my finger caught a part of my navel. It felt nice. And I felt super horny as a result of that, so I felt a little more -- again, no one saw me -- and later on, back in my apartment, I began experimenting, feeling myself up in my bellybutton. I learned that if I fingered my navel, I could give myself a hard-on and even start feeling the sensations of coming.
The more I did it, the more sensitive my innie became. And then I got to the point where I said, "fuck it, I'm wearing shirts that let my navel show," and did. And over time, it got hornier for me to show off my bellybutton, and to feel it and stroke it, but not in any kind of obvious way in public. Sometimes I'd gently drag my hand across my stomach because it felt comforting, but also because it also felt super hot.
Then I started fingering my navel as I masturbated. That was just the best, the first time I did it, my left hand fingering the deep, soft, warm part of my stomach, the right hand going to town on my big ol' penis. When I finally blasted, I shot so much cum out it filled my navel all the way to the top. Fucking hot.
Well, the universe must have decided at that point that I needed a plus-one, and I was out on the quad this one spring day, wearing a short-sleeve crop-top that was, like, dark blue or some dark color. I had faded jeans on, and it was a really pretty day, and I felt really chill.
