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having gained quite a bit of weight, and lost a lot of sleep lately.
He said he knew some guys at work who were said to be gay, but he didn't discuss it with them. "Dude, I would never have guess YOU were gay. I mean, you don't act gay," he said. I thought about launching into a speech about gay inaccurate stereotypes, but he interrupted my thoughts by telling me he never understood gay guys, and went on about the kind of women he enjoyed. He said he liked women who enjoyed taking care of him and pleasing him. He wanted a woman who would make him the center of her life. But, he knew that while he was in school that was just not a possibility. It occurred to me that nowhere in his description of the perfect woman did he mention her appearance, but rather focused on how he expected her to behave toward him.
I looked at him and contemplated just how many men and women would kill for a guy like this. Sweet and kind, but with an authoritative side. A guy who likes being loved, but wanted to be in control of the relationship. He started rambling about how sometimes he surfed porn sites, and sometimes got to the state of mind where any woman would do.
"Do you ever get like that?"
I said, "Yeah, I guess so."
"Let me ask you a question, what is it about men that you like?"
I told him, “I love everything about men. I love the scent of a guy. I like the way his skin feels. I like the way a guy walks, laughs, smiles...”
He said, "Wow." Then, the inevitable question, "So, what do you like doing with guys?" I must have looked as uncomfortable, as I felt. He laughed, and said, "Dude, it's cool. I'll go first. I love a woman who likes to take care of me. Massage my feet and legs after a long day. I love a woman who likes to suck cock; that's the best! I like a woman who enjoys sex, and wants to please me."
Okay, now he was starting to get to me. Up until this point, I had put him in the "no chance in hell category," but I admittedly have an insatiable sex drive and my imagination was gearing up. I was starting to imagine what it would be like to be that woman. How hot would that be! This guy was adorable, and there was something incredibly sensual and authoritative about him. He looked like a laid-back farm boy, but had this authoritative side to him, where he knew what he wanted, how he wanted it, and when. There was something intensely attractive about a guy who was so confident and uninhibited.
Then, I heard myself blurt it out, "I'm kinda the opposite. I love taking care of someone. Love giving massages. Love taking care of a guy. I like a guy who will be open with me and tell me what he likes and doesn't like."
He said, "Really? I don't know. I kind of had you pegged for the guy who would be more in control. Maybe be with a more feminine guy."
"Nah, I really love every aspect of a guys body. I just love worshipping a guy. Exploring every inch of his body." It suddenly occurred to me what I was saying and my brain was desperately search for whatever