I needed a break; with all the events of the past five months I hadn't given myself a chance to breathe. Everything had happened so fast.
From experiencing a newly discovered sexuality inside of me, to getting myself into a relationship as a result of this new discovery. Everything had sort of spiraled out of my control.
I'm a twenty year old, good-looking young man. An intelligent college student athlete, not some dumb jock studying the essence of being.
Some of you already know my history while the rest of you are discovering me for the first time. I don't want to bore you with the details but I think that at the very least I owe you an introduction.
My name is David and I'm in my third year of college. I attend the local university on a soccer scholarship, not that I need the scholarship. I come from a very affluent family but not a snobbish family. I am the second oldest of four siblings.
My parents are socially liberal but financially conservative. Which means if you don't pay your bills they'll evict you but they'll make sure that you find a good shelter for the night.
From the time we could understand right from wrong we were taught not to be mean or hateful and above all else, not to judge others for the way they choose to live their lives.
We were taught to look past color, religion and who a person chooses to love...Just make sure to make a dollar off of it
Five months ago when I discovered that I could be seduced by a man I was able to handle it better than had I been raised with any type of bias or phobia towards homosexuality.
Still the fact that I had lived twenty years as a heterosexual male the episode that I experienced left me shaken.
Luckily, I was able to handle it well, as well as anyone in my situation could handle something like this all the while getting on with my new life.
The thing is; I kind of fell in love with my seducer. Now I don't regret falling in love and learning to live an entirely new lifestyle I just haven't had a chance to step back and take it all in.
I haven't had a chance to breathe.
I went from being a hot, normal straight guy with an over abundance of female companionship to a doe eyed, swooning, love sick, hot, bottom guy. Like I said, I moved in with my new found man and it's been a non-stop learning, loving experience ever since.
Thomas, my man, is 28 and one of this country's finest. As a member of our military he's based out of our local base and I couldn't tell you what he does even if I knew.
Whatever it is I know that it's dangerous but again, I don't want to make this about him or us. As I was saying, I need a break.
Thomas had left on assignment and was supposed to be gone for only a week but that week came and went. Now we're coming up on the second weekend since he left me in this big lonely apartment.
I miss him terribly and I'm carrying some guilt. But the more I think about it the more I convince myself that I don't need to feel guilty about anything.
Last weekend I had decided to go home instead of staying in that big empty apartment all by myself. When I got to my parent's house, I discovered that they were hosting a big party.
After speaking with them I quickly excused myself and ran upstairs to my room, away from the crowd. Once there I started to settle in for the night but my evening was interrupted by an old family friend.
I don't know why I let things get out of control but I allowed myself to be seduced.
Again!
Maybe it was the familiarity with an old acquaintance, his burliness and bear like qualities, who knows! Nonetheless it happened again.
That night I felt lonely. I missed Thomas as I miss him right now but I don't think I've done anything wrong. Since I met Thomas and discovered my new sexuality, I haven't had a chance to explore myself within that sexuality.
I spent a very hot weekend with him that first time and three days later I let one of my teammates have his way with me. Thomas found out about it and after a long talk he forgave me and I moved in with him that very next weekend.
Makes perfect sense, right?
But all week I've been thinking. Why did I need his forgiveness? We weren't exclusive and I didn't know how I felt about him yet.
Still, I felt guilty about letting another man have his way with me, especially after that wonderful weekend of discovery that he had just helped me experience.
I don't regret moving in with Thomas but I refuse to regret having allowed myself the opportunity of having a wonderfully awkward, hot fuck with my teammate Larry. Then last week an erotic, long, passionate love making session with my sister's ex-boyfriend Frank.
So, here I am. It's been almost two weeks since Thomas left and I refuse to stop living. I'm twenty years old, short build (5'6"), long brown hair, green eyes and a very hot, sexy, gorgeous ass or so I've been told.
And it goes a little something like this - Tone Loc Funky Cold Medina
In the athletic department there is one common denominator that goes through the entire athletic department. Football, baseball, soccer, all of the school sports.
The student trainers.
We all get worked on, taped up by, massaged by, get our hot tubs prepared by, wake up calls, assistance in stretching before games etc. etc.
The student trainers.
Sammy, a student trainer that started school the same year I did, discovered my new lifestyle by accident, unbeknownst to me he was watching Larry fuck me. The moment he revealed to me that he had witnessed everything I told myself that if I didn't keep my foot on his neck, he would cause me a lot of problems.
As of today, he has not, quite the opposite.
Today he was actually showing me that he was in fact, on my team. Team David. I had just finished with all the laundry and I was about to settle in for a boring weekend. I still hadn't heard any news from Thomas.
Whenever he goes away for these long trips, he always calls me the minute he's off of the job. If he's out of the country the moment he gets on his flight home, he calls. If he's in country, the moment his superior says dismissed, he calls.
