Guys. I have done many things with Julia but never quite as much as I have with Marcus. Any of you who have shared a deep intimate relationship with another guy will understand just how utterly impelling it can be, ones whole life centres around it, physically and emotionally and if that precious relationship terminates it is easy to want to end it all.
Then you can imagine how it was for me when, after five years, Marcus dumped me for a coloured guy who, he said so cruelly, was exiting - not boring as I had become, he just didn't have to say that - we had been close for a long time and had enjoyed everything together and it was never boring then!
I was at my wits end, what would I do, how would I cope, but guys, I want to tell you there is always a silver lining, like with me - and I made bloody sure it was not due to just a rebound that I became infatuated with Julian who'd noticed I wasn't seeing Marcus any more, and when I asked him how was that he told me. He had fancied he first met me as a delivery driver for Iceland where I have essential provisions delivered every week.
I remember he was always so nice and pleasant and nothing was too much but that was all, my life was taken up then and I would not have noticed Julian's interest.
It is funny how it happened really, I guess he sussed the period I was going through when planting my provision upon the kitchen table - he asked if I was okay. Well we started chatting, one thing led to another when he mentioned he hadn't seen Marcus for a long time, because often when he delivered Marcus was present, in the garden or something.
When I told Julian we were finished he looked surprised and yet there was a certain smile there. I shall never forget the way he closed to me and actually hugged me saying it was not the end of the world and there was plenty of more fish in the sea and so on.
"But I miss Marcus so very much" I heard myself saying so pitifully and when I nudged my face into Julian's shoulder I felt a certain presence that was so enduring He was a good deal taller than I, about Marcus's stature so it was easy to imagine, standing there as I was, that it was Marcus and it seemed natural and as if by instinct I let my hand wonder. But then suddenly realising I apologised profusely, went to remove my hand with a jumble of words which tried to explain how that happened.
But he grabbed my hand, guided it back to where it was gainfully employed and told me not to stop, that from now on it would be him and I, to forget about Marcus, that he had all that I needed and probably more. It all happened so quickly - I was a goner and to feel Julian like that - it could almost have been Marcus, right down to the moment I just, in deep desire, sunk to my knees, undid his zip and, like I used to so with Marcus all the time, pushed my hand between the gap and cupped him, feeling the utter warmth and growth come so quickly and I realised then that, yes - there were plenty more fishes and now I could enjoy another. Julian spread for me, whispering to make it quick unfortunately because he had other deliveries but would be back later.
So I had to cut short what I was impelled to do, that could wait until later, but he seemed compatible, he smelt good and now I wanted to taste him, as I stiffly masturbated him I did take his glans into my mouth and it was wonderfully moist and soothing. There was Julian yelling for me not to stop, he was very hungry for it I could tell, it was like it was with Marcus - but I must stop thinking of him, now, and as Julian spurted lovely onto my cheeks, the warmth of him running down my cheeks, I was with Julian and Marcus was pure history.
"Sorry about that, and being so quick too," Julian apologised - it is just that it came so quick and I ..."
I interrupted telling him no worries, that I enjoyed and looked forward to more later. What he did then said everything of what I might expect, he closed his zip, and then, planting his hands around my hind, nudging me there deeply and just the way he whispered, "Save it all for me, later Huh?" Aroused me in the most delightful way. I planted a kiss on the side of his neck and he was gone, speeding off to do his deliveries, having delivered to me in more ways than one.
I went into the bathroom, looked at my face in the mirror, it was just like before, my cheek glistening with him, I didn't want to wash my face for a while, just stared, my mind going through what had just happened. Julian was lovely, I was so thrilled and exited that without looking, another guy had already come into my life, and a guy that seemed so compatible at that!
I went into the kitchen to put the stuff away into my freezer, put on the kettle for coffee, but was I ready for a drink, I could still taste Julian - if it was that good just how would it be inside. I wanted that so much, it had been a good month since Marcus and I was truly beginning to feel the pangs of carnal hunger, just the feeling, the magical feeling of feeling it there deep up inside, warming and thrilling me with those pulsing thrusting movements I loved so much.
Well, Julian kept to his word and in the evening he came. We soon got to chatting and already, as I told him, I felt a lot happier when, only the day before I felt so very down. He' had been upset too in his love life, but in his case it was his girl friend that dumped him, also oddly enough, for a coloured guy, what is it about coloured guys!
